The falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. ——Gong Zizhen, "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai·Part 5"
Don't let people praise the color, just leave the pure air to fill the universe. ——Wang Mian's "Ink Plum Blossoms"
Suddenly, the fragrance spreads all night long, spreading like spring throughout the universe. ——Wang Mian's "White Plum"
The fragrance is not in the stamens, the fragrance is not in the calyx, the fragrance is deep in the bones. ——Chao Buzhi's "Yanjiao'er·Boshe Guanmei"
The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torch will turn to ashes before the tears dry up. ——Li Shangyin "Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet"
The flowers and leaves in the world are inconsistent, and the flowers enter the golden pot and the leaves become dust. ——Li Shangyin's "Gift of Lotuses"
If your father-in-law has peaches and plums all over the world, why plant more flowers in front of the hall? ——Bai Juyi "Fenghe Linggong Grows Flowers in the Green Wild Hall"
After harvesting hundreds of flowers and turning them into honey, for whom does it work hard and for whom is it sweet? ——Luo Yin's "Bee"
After harvesting honey from hundreds of flowers, I don't know why hard work is sweet. ——Su Shi's "Playing with the Buddha's Seal"
The new bamboo branches are higher than the old bamboo branches, all because of the support of the old branches.
——Zheng Xie's "Hsinchu"