The poem about neem flowers is as follows:
"Late Steps on Zhongshan Mountain": The light rain and gentle wind have fallen on the neem flowers, and they are as fine red as snow specks on the flat sand. On Jinli Zhuwujiangcun Road, I often see Yicheng restaurants. This is a clear, graceful, indifferent and leisurely lyrical poem written by Wang Anshi, a writer and politician in the Northern Song Dynasty. The gentle breeze blew away the raindrops and fell on the petals of neem flowers, like winter snow covering the endless fields. Buying wine in a farmhouse, with hibiscus as a fence and green bamboo as a hut, it is a leisurely and contented place.
"Mr. Shu Huyin's Wall": The mulberry strips and neem flowers are numerous in the desert, and the wind collects the lingering fragrance and darkens the wall. The yellow bird sings several times in the afternoon dream, and I still suspect that I belong to the mountain garden. This is a set of fresh, elegant, unique and beautiful poems written by Wang Anshi, a writer and politician in the Northern Song Dynasty, on the wall of his friend Mr. Huyin. The mulberry branches and leaves are sparse and the neem flowers are very prosperous. The breeze blows the fragrance of flowers quietly across the wall. The oriole crows several times, dreaming of returning to his hometown.
"Neem Flower": Orioles are singing in the courtyard, and butterflies are dancing on the wall. The fragrance of heaven is scented with feathers, and the palace is purple with tassels. Dark and warm, fascinated by Qingsuo, and densely drawn towards the painting. I should only say goodbye in spring and stay with Boshan Lu.
This is a graceful, beautiful, rich and elegant poem about neem flowers written by Wen Tingyun, a famous poet in the late Tang Dynasty. In late spring, all the fragrances are gone, butterflies are rare, neem flowers are fragrant, purple clouds are dense, blocking the sun and sky, and covering the courtyard. Spring is about to leave, but the beauty remains and is reluctant to leave.
"Ciyun Yin'an's Four Poems·Part 1": There is a fish net on the edge of the big pond, and a hoe on the mouth of the small Taoyuan. The poem urges the child to become a chicken fence, and the tea appointment with the neighbor digs taro. The strong wind of neem is bone-chilling, and the drizzle of yellow plum is as moist as crisp. At this time, I slept until the sun was up, and turned on and off to attract drunkards. This is a fresh, elegant, bright and refined scene poem by Huang Tingjian, a famous poet in the Northern Song Dynasty.
In early spring, it is suddenly warm and then cold.
The strong wind in March chilled the neem trees to the bone, but the drizzle during the yellow plum season was as moist as butter