The Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, and the Peach Blossom Fairy under the Peach Blossom Temple.
The Peach Blossom Fairy planted peach trees and picked peach flowers in exchange for wine money.
When I’m sober, I just sit in front of the flowers; when I’m drunk, I come to sleep under the flowers.
Half drunk and half awake day after day, flowers fall and bloom year after year.
I hope that I will die of old age among the flowers and wine, and I don’t want to bow in front of the carriage.
The chariot, dust, and horse are enough to reveal the matter, and the wine-cup branches are destined to be a hermit.
If we compare the manifest ones to the hermits, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky.
If flowers and wine are compared to chariots and horses, how busy they are and how idle I am.
Others laugh at me for being crazy, but I laugh at others because they can’t see through it.
There are no tombs of heroes from the Five Tombs, and there are no flowers or wine to cultivate the fields.
On this day last year, in this door, the human face and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red color. I don't know where the human face went, but the peach blossoms still smiled in the spring breeze.
The plum blossoms and snow refused to fall in spring, so the poet spent money on commentaries.
The plum blossoms are less white than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms