What are the ancient poems praising chrysanthemums?

1, rather than being blown into the north wind, it is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death. -Zheng Sixiao's painting Chrysanthemum in the Song Dynasty

I would rather die of incense on the branches than be blown down by the cold north wind.

2, Lan Youxiu, Ju Youfang, Huai Jiaren can't forget it. -Liu Che's autumn wind poems in Han Dynasty

Beautiful orchids and fragrant chrysanthemums. Missed beauty, unforgettable.

3, picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see Nanshan. -Wei and Yuanming's "Drinking Fifth"

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely, Nanshan in the distance comes into view.

Stay in Qiu Lai on September 8th, and I will be killed in Bloom. -The Last Residence by Huang Chao in the Tang Dynasty

When the Double Ninth Festival comes in autumn and September, chrysanthemums will bloom and other flowers will wither.

If I were Di Qing next year, I would repay it with peach blossoms. -"Chrysanthemum" by Huang Chao in the Tang Dynasty

One day, I will become a spring god, and I will arrange chrysanthemums and peach blossoms to bloom together in spring.

6, stealing faint purple, melting yellow. -"Chrysanthemum" by Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty

Light purple and bright yellow.

7. It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, especially in bloom. -Yuan Zhen's Chrysanthemum in Tang Dynasty

Not because chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but because you can't see better flowers after chrysanthemums bloom.

8, Dongli wine after dusk, there are dark incense sleeves. -Song Dynasty Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flower Yin, Fog and Thick Clouds, Sorrow Forever"

I drank until dusk in Dongli, and the fragrance of Huang Ju overflowed my sleeve.

9. Chrysanthemum is crying. The curtain is light and cold, and the swallow flies away. -Song Dynasty Yan Shu's Liang Zhu, Threshold, Chrysanthemum, Sorrow, Smoke, Blue Tears and Dew

In the morning, the chrysanthemum outside the railing was covered with a layer of sad smoke, and the orchid dew seemed to be crying dew. Between the screens, there was a faint chill, and a Shuang Yanzi flew away.

10, Cong Ju is crying another day, and the lonely boat is the heart of hometown. -Du Fu's Eight Autumn Poems in the Prosperous Tang Dynasty (I)

Bloom has been here for two years. Looking at the blooming flowers, I can't help crying when I think I haven't been home for two years. The ship is still tied to the shore. Although I can't go back to the East and wander outside, my heart is always tied to my hometown.