As far as modern poetry is concerned, there is no source for the time being.
Autumn has passed and winter has come. Some animals sleep in their nests for the winter, while some plants shed their leaves in winter. Only persimmon trees are covered with persimmons like red lanterns. Which family doesn't pick persimmons? The family said: "Persimmons will not be sweet or astringent without exposure to the wind and sun."
The ancient poems about persimmons are:
1, Liu Yuxi's "Singing Red Persimmons": Xiaolian stars out and hangs at sunset. This is a legacy, and it is self-protection.
2. Zhang Shunmin's Thin Platform: The winding Qingxi is ten miles long, and the net contains Tianying and Qiu Guang. This trip was at the end of Fan Chuan, and the rice was cooked with fish fat and persimmon yellow.
3. Fan Zongyin's "Two Poems of You Longhua Temple": Xiaocheng East Road, seeking monks to talk and avoiding noise. Suyun opens a ridge hole, and there is no Chuanyuan in late rice. The village was dark, with mulberry branches and red persimmons everywhere. When the sun sets, the servants are in trouble, and * * * happily goes to the gate.