The 10 ancient poems describing chrysanthemums are as follows:
1. Bai Juyi's "Ode to White Chrysanthemums on the Double Ninth Festival": The garden is full of chrysanthemums, and there is a solitary bush in the middle that looks like frost. It's like today's singing and drinking banquet, and the white-headed man enters the youth field.
2. Yang Wanli's "Yong Chrysanthemum": Things have always come from different families. Who is greedy for coldness, thinness and age? Chrysanthemums choose their own country of wind and frost, not chrysanthemums outside spring.
3. Wei Zhuang's "Chrysanthemums in Front of the Courtyard": In order to recall the blooming flowers in Chang'an, I now move the flowers all over the courtyard. The red orchid smiles at the green color, which once poured wine into Longshan.
4. Mei Yaochen's "Remnant Chrysanthemum": The scattered golden pistils do not change their fragrance even though they are withered. The solitary fragrance is hidden in the deep bushes, and you can still see the clear wine from the car.
5. Yuan Zhen's "Chrysanthemum": The autumn bushes surround the house like Tao's house, and the fence becomes increasingly sloping all around. It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. There will be no flowers even after all the flowers have bloomed.
6. Zheng Sixiao's "Han Ju": The flowers are not in full bloom, but the fun of being independent is not exhausted. I would rather die holding the fragrance on the branches than blow it down in the north wind.
7. Zheng Gu's "Chrysanthemum": Wang and Sun Mo's branches are as close to the hair as the basil. The dewy autumn fragrance fills the pond bank, which is why I don't envy the tall tiles and pines.
8. Huang Chao's "Bu Di Hou Fu Chrysanthemum": When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom. The incense formation soaring into the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor.
9. Du Fu's "Nine Days to Send Cen Shen": When I go out and come back in, the rain is still there. Wherever you go, you are alive in the mud, and thinking about you makes you thin. Sitting in the West Pavilion in deep thought, the meal was late at night. It's hard to reach the end of the river even with an inch of step. The common people are crying, the crops cannot be saved! Ande Zhuyunshi? Can domain make up for leaks in the sky? The Ming Dynasty towers over the sun and the moon, and calls out the beasts in the wilderness. The gentleman is strong and winding, while the villain is sleepy and galloping.
There are high mountains in the south of Weinan, which may slip away from the river. It's a festival for the east fence chrysanthemums, who are they showing off for? Cen Sheng speaks a lot of new words, and his nature is also alcoholic. Why do you fill your sleeves with gold flowers? ?
10. Tao Yuanming's "Drinking." Part 5: The house is in a human environment, without the noise of horses or carriages. I ask you, what can you do? The mind is far away from itself. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain. The mountain air is getting better day by day and the birds are flying back and forth. There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.