The rain hits the pear blossoms behind closed doors, forgetting youth, missing youth. Tang Yin's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms and the Pear Blossoms Closed in the Rain"
On this day last year, in this door, the faces of the people and the peach blossoms complemented each other in red. Cui Hu's "Inscription on Nanzhuang of the Capital City"
The human face does not know where to go, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. Cui Hu's "Inscription on Nanzhuang of the Capital City"
The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlight dusk. Lin Bu's "Small Plum Blossoms in the Mountain Garden Part 1"
I would rather die holding the fragrance on the branches than blow it down in the north wind. "Painting Chrysanthemums" by Zheng Sixiao
When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill hundreds of flowers after they bloom. Huang Chao's "Fu Di Hou Fu Chrysanthemum"
The peach blossoms shine brightly. Anonymous "Taoyao"
How can you get the fragrance of plum blossoms without experiencing a bone-chilling cold? Zen Master Huang He's "Ode to a Discourse in the Hall"
If you have nothing in the south of the Yangtze River, just give me a sprig of spring. "Poem to Fan Ye" by Lu Kai
The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom. Bai Juyi's "Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple"
Spring is late in the lonely empty courtyard, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground but the door is closed. "Spring Resentment" by Liu Fangping
The plum blossoms are three points whiter than the snow, but the snow loses the fragrance of the plum blossoms. "Snow Plum Part One" by Lu Meipo
Do you know, do you know? It should be green, red and thin. Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream, Last Night's Rain and Wind Spurred"
Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. Su Shi's "Evening Scene on the Chun River in Huichong/Dawn Scene on the Chun River in Huichong"
If I were the Qing Emperor in another year, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms blooming. Huang Chao's "Inscription on Chrysanthemums"
The orchids are beautiful and the chrysanthemums are fragrant. I cannot forget the beauty I have in my heart. Liu Che's "Autumn Wind Ci"
Why should it be light green and deep red? It is naturally the best among flowers. Li Qingzhao's "Partridge Sky·Osmanthus"
Begonias have not yet rained, pear blossoms have snowed first, and half of the spring has rested. Wang Yu's "Meeting Eyes·Tender Willow Silks"
Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain. Tao Yuanming's "Drinking·Part 5"
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it. Yang Wanli's "Little Pond"
This body is in the ice and snow forest, unlike the peaches and plums mixed with fragrant dust; Wang Mian's "White Plum"
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. Yang Wanli's "Sent Off to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple at Dawn"
There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone. Wang Anshi's "Plum Blossoms/Plum Blossoms"
Plum blossoms bloom several times in the south of the Yangtze River, and people's temples are already stained at the end of the world. Liu wrote "Partridge Sky·Snow Shines on the Mountain City and Jade Fingers Are Cold"
When the swallows come to Xinshe, the pear blossoms lag behind the Qingming Festival. Yan Shu's "Broken Array·Spring Scene"
I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus to drink with me, but it didn't work out. I was a young man traveling. Liu Guo's "Tang Duoling·Tingzhou with Reed Leaves"
There are three autumn osmanthus seeds and ten miles of lotus flowers. Liu Yong's "Looking at the Tide: Southeastern Formation"
In front of Xisai Mountain, egrets fly, and peach blossoms flow in the flowing water, where mandarin fish are fat. Zhang Zhihe's "Yu Ge Zi·Flying Egrets in Front of Xisai Mountain"
In front of the courtyard, all the parasol trees have fallen, and by the water's edge, hibiscus bloom. Zhu Tingyu's "Tian Jing Sha·Autumn"
The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, with hibiscus blooming to both sides of the face. Wang Changling's "Lotus Plucking Song"
The incense formation soaring to the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is filled with golden armor. Huang Chao's "Ode to Chrysanthemums in the Empress of Budi"
Melancholy, a tree with snow in the east column makes life so clear. Su Shi's "Donglan Pear Blossoms"
It fell into pieces and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same. Lu You's "Bu Suanzi: Ode to Plum Blossoms"
It's not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers, but that there will be no flowers even after the flowers have bloomed. Yuan Zhen's "Chrysanthemums"
It is rare to smile in this world, and you must return home with your head filled with chrysanthemums. Du Mu's "Climbing the Mountain in Nine Days"
The peach blossoms and flowing water disappear, and there is a different world than this world. Li Bai's "Questions and Answers in the Mountains"
We say goodbye like this, the pear blossoms have fallen and the moon has turned west again. Nalan Xingde's "Picking Mulberries: It Was Wrong at the Time"
A cluster of peach blossoms blooms without an owner, how cute is the deep red? Do you love the light red? Du Fu's "Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers Part 5"
The lotus breeze carries the fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound. Meng Haoran's "The South Pavilion in Summer"
The lotuses are gone and there is no rain cover, and the chrysanthemums are still covered with proud frost branches. "To Liu Jingwen/Winter Scene" by Su Shi
I missed you all night long, and suddenly I came to the window and suspected that it was you. "Thinking" by Lu Tong
The jade flute is played in the Yellow Crane Tower, and the plum blossoms fall in May in Jiangcheng. Li Bai's "Listening to the Flute Playing on the Yellow Crane Tower with the Master of History / Inscription on the Beixie Stele"
There is no spirit without plum blossoms and no snow, and there is no poetry and vulgarity in the absence of snow. Lu Meipo's "Snowy Plum Part 2"
I don't know if the water blooms first, but it is suspected that they have not been sold after the winter snow. Zhang said "Early Plum Blossoms"
Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, it is lonely and ownerless. Lu You's "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei"
On the Double Ninth Festival, I still come to take care of the chrysanthemums. Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Friend's Village"
After dusk when I was drinking wine in Dongli, there was a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. Li Qingzhao's "Drunk Flower Yin·Misty Mist and Thick Clouds Worrying the Everlasting Day"
The fragrance of lotus flowers sells the remaining green leaves, and the westerly wind stirs up the green waves. Li Jing's "Breaking through the sand of Huanxi·The fragrant lotus leaves are sold out"
The fallen plum blossoms are like a mess of snow, and they are still full after being brushed. Li Yu's "Qingpingle·Farewell to Spring"
Don't let anyone praise the color, just leave the pure air to fill the world.
Wang Mian's "Dark Plum Blossoms"