Poetry describing the pear harvest:
1. The palace is full of bright moon and the pear blossoms are white, and the old friends are thousands of miles away and separated by mountains. ——Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty, "Bodhisattva Barbarian: The Palace is Full of Bright Moon and Pear Blossoms Are White"
2. The spring breeze first blows the plum blossoms in the garden, and the cherry, apricots and pears bloom one after another. The shepherd's purse and elm pods are deep in the village, and the spring breeze is coming for me. ——"Spring Breeze" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
3. The pear blossoms fill the courtyard with fragrant snow, and the tall buildings are quiet at night and the kites swallow. ——Mao Xizhen of the Five Dynasties, "Bodhisattva Man, Pear Blossoms Fill the Courtyard with Fragrant Snow"
4. In August, pears and jujubes ripen in front of the court, and the tree can be climbed thousands of times in one day. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Collection of Hundred Worries"
5. With clouds, pines and bamboos connected, everything will be settled from now on. The meat of Dongjia branch is leaning on the stick, and the liquor is first ripe on the bedside. In the West Wind Pear and Date Mountain Garden, children steal long poles. Don't scare others away. I'll just sit back and watch. ——Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty, "Qing Ping Le·Jian Xiao Shan Yuan Shu Seeing"
6. A few days ago, the pear was exposed to snow and frost, and the light came out as soon as the title was written. Where can the wooden slaves avoid orpiment. Visitors from the north have not met each other for the first time, but the gold from the south is priceless and happy to taste new things. ——Su Shi of the Song Dynasty, "Huanxisha·A few days after checking the pear to the snow"
7. The sun sets through the screen window and no one sees the traces of tears in the golden house. It's late in spring in the lonely empty garden, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground but the door is closed. ——"Spring Resentment" by Liu Fangping of the Tang Dynasty
8. When the swallows come to Xinshe, the pear blossoms lag behind the Qingming Festival. There are three or four spots of green moss on the pond, and one or two orioles are heard under the leaves. The day is long and the catkins are light. The female companion next door to the east smiled cleverly, and greeted her on the mulberry picking path. I wonder if I had a good spring dream last night, but I will win the grass fight today. Smile comes from both faces. ——Yan Shu of the Song Dynasty, "Spring Scenery"
9. The pear blossoms are pale white, the willows are dark green, and catkins fly all over the city. A single snow plant in the melancholy east column makes life so clear. ——Su Shi of the Song Dynasty, "Pear Blossoms in the East Column"
10. The embankment is flat and the villa is covered with smoke. The green leaves are green and lush, and the river is dawning after the rain. Only Yu Lang was the youngest. The spring robe is tied to the ground, and its tender color is suitable for photographing. Connect to Changting, and get lost in the far road. It's a shame to blame the king and his grandson for not remembering the early return date. The pear blossoms have fallen and spring is coming again. The setting sun is all over the place, green and smoky.
——Mei Yaochen of the Song Dynasty, "Su Muzhe·Cao"