Who knows how to distinguish the cold plum blossoms, and let the silver flowers shine alone? ——"Ti Mei"
The brocade forehead curtain is rolled up high, and the silver flower lamp slowly patrols. ——Bai Juyi's "Twenty-Two Rhymes of the New Pavilion of Dr. Zhou Hao"
The silver flowers are chiseled down to persuade me to follow you, and the gold dust pipa is played for me. ——Bai Juyi's "Send Spring"
The silver flowers are everywhere, and the snowflakes are empty. ——Du Fu's "Bai Xiao"
The auspicious breeze helps the silver flowers bloom, and the precious moon comes to offer the pheasants a round fan. ——Song Qi's "Viewing the Zhengyang Tin Banquet on Yuan Night"
The silver flowers are helplessly cold, but the yao grass is still fragrant.
——Wang Gui's "Yi Yun and Wang Yuanshu Neihan are in love"