1. The peach blossoms shine brightly. ——"The Book of Songs·Zhou Nan·Taoyao"
2. Spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums will last forever. The meaning is to tune the spring orchid, and the autumn poem is to offer the chrysanthemum. The fragrance will last forever and last forever. ——Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs of Ritual Soul"
3. Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat. ——Zhang Zhihe's "Fisher's Song"
4. I asked where the restaurant was, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. ——Du Mu's "Qingming"
5. Suddenly, as if a spring breeze came overnight, thousands of pear trees bloomed. ——Cen Shen's "Bai Xuege Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital"
6. The trees at the head of the inkstone washing pond in my house are all blooming with faint ink marks. ——Wang Mian's "Mo Mei"
7. If you don't go to the east mountain for a long time, the roses will bloom several times. ——Li Bai's "Recalling Dongshan"
8. The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse and the white cauliflower flowers are sparse. ——Fan Chengda's "Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons"
9. It's not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers, but that there will be no flowers when all the flowers are in bloom. ——Yuan Zhen's "Chrysanthemum"
10. The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, which flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found. ——Yang Wanli "Xugong Store, Suxin City"
11. The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. ——Zhinan's "Quequatrains"
12. A cluster of peach blossoms blooms without an owner, the lovely deep red loves the light red. ——Du Fu's "Lonely Walking by the River Looking for Flowers"
13. Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the cold east wind keeps the willows from slanting. ——Han Hong's "Cold Food"
14. The peach and plum blossoms in the east of Luoyang City fly around and fall into one of the houses. ——Song Zhiwen's "Thinking"
15. There are wild grass and flowers beside the Suzaku Bridge, and the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Lane. ——Liu Yuxi's "Woyi Lane"
16. The three thousand feet of Peach Blossom Pond water is not as good as Wang Lun's love for me. ——Li Bai's "Gift to Wang Lun"
17. The oak leaves fall on the mountain road, and the orange flowers brighten the post wall. ——Wen Tingyun's "Morning Journey to Shangshan"
18. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. ——Li Qingzhao's "Drunk Flower Yin"
19. Wild grass and flowers beside the Suzaku Bridge, and the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Lane. ——Liu Yuxi's "Woyi Lane"
20. The fragrance of rice flowers talks about a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard. ——Xin Qiji "The Moon Walks Along the Yellow Sand Road of Xijiang River at Night"
21. It is good to have a clear dream at night, so you should go to Nanzhi. ——Li Qingzhao's "Linjiang Fairy Plum"
22. The dawn outside the green poplar smoke is cold, and the red apricot branches are full of spring. ——Song Qi's "Spring in the Jade House"
23. The wind blows the plum blossoms, and the rain brings the fragrance of red apricot flowers. ——Yan Shu's "Linjiang Immortal"
24. The garden is full of spring scenery and cannot be contained, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. ——Ye Shaoweng's "It's Not Worth It to Visit the Garden"
25. A good spring cannot be hidden, and the apricot blossoms are exposed slantingly on the white walls. ——Zhang Liangchen's "Odd Titles"
26. Listening to the spring rain in the small building all night, and selling apricot flowers in the deep alleys in the Ming Dynasty. ——Lu You's "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an"
27. The affectionate peony contains spring tears, and the powerless rose lies on the dawn branch. ——Qin Guan's "Spring Day"
28. I am afraid that the flowers will fall asleep late at night, so I burn high candles to illuminate the red makeup. —— Su Shi's "Begonia"
29. If you don't want to paint a small house, the spring breeze will bloom freely.
——Wang Anshi's "Qing Ping Le"