A collection of poems about hydrangea:
1. "Hydrangea" by Gu Feng in the Song Dynasty
When the red is sparse and the green is dark, the flowers are like round jade. Flawless.
Translation: Just when the red flowers have fallen and the green leaves have withered, the hydrangeas are as beautiful and flawless as jade balls.
2. "Jade Hydrangea" by Huang Geng of the Song Dynasty
The God of Flowers skillfully learned to pass ointment samples, which are not needles but chemicals.
Translation: The charm of hydrangea is vivid and delicate, not a product of needlework, but a work of heaven.
3. "Uncle Wang Xian invites you to drink under the hydrangea flowers" by Shen Shouzheng, Ming Dynasty
In the past, Kuai Ge used to watch the snow, but today the flowers are blooming like snow.
Translation: I used to look at the snow scene in the pavilion, but this year I regard the hydrangeas blooming as the snow scene.
4. "Ode to the Hydrangea" by Deng Yi, Ming Dynasty
The spring day in Guangting is bright, and there is a famous flower tree in front of the jade threshold. Who weaved the hundreds of silkworms? A few branches of Qiong's calyx were dew and round.
Translation: The sun was shining brightly in the vast courtyard, and a famous flower bloomed in front of the railing. Who can weave hundreds of lavender flowers, with a few calyxes as round and clear as dew?
5. "Reflection Song" Wang Dong, Qing Dynasty
Lanpan. Lanpan. A tree full of hydrangeas. Yingying holds the snow ball in her hand.
Translation: By the railing. Beside the railing. The trees were covered with hydrangeas. Crystal clear and as soft as holding a snowball.