3. When people are idle, sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and empty. (Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek)
Even if the wind blows away overnight, it is only near the shallow water in Lu Hua. (Sikong Shu's "Jiangcun is a thing")
8. In April, the south wind turned yellow, and the jujube flowers grew early and did not fall. (Farewell, My Friend Chen)
1 1. On the way to Linping Mountain in May, countless lotuses bloomed in Tingzhou.
12. The flowers of a thousand miles of rice should be beautiful, and the leaves of five trees should be the best sound. (Once upon a time, in Su Daoshu, it rained heavily for three days on July 25th, and Qiu Miao had made a deal with Su Zuo).
13. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers reflect different reds in the sun. (Yang Wanli's "Seeing the Forest in Jingci Temple")
14. The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers. (Lu You's Spring Rain in Lin 'an)
15. No one saw plum blossoms in the bamboo forest, and Ye Xiang crossed the stone bridge. (Jiang Baishi's "Gui Shi Gui Hu Shao Xi")
16. reeds are everywhere, and I am getting old. When I go home, who will fly beside the swallow? (Wen Tianxiang Jinling Post)
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"Thousands of miles of warblers sing green and reflect red"
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"Xiao Jian is red and wet, and Jinguan City is heavy."
19 It's the Double Ninth Festival, and it's chrysanthemum time. Meng Haoran's Passing the Old People's Village is here again.
20. Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes. Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang
West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers (Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flowers")
As soon as Xiao He showed his sharp corner, the dragonfly had already stood on his head (Xiaochi)
The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.
There are several plums in the corner, blooming alone in the cold.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.