Ancient poems describing chrysanthemums:
1. "On September 10th" Li Bai (Tang Dynasty)
I climbed high yesterday, and I will raise my cup today.
Why are chrysanthemums suffering so much from these two Double Ninth Festivals?
Translation:
I just went to Longshan for a banquet yesterday, and today I raised my glass here again.
Why did the chrysanthemums suffer so much and were punished by the two Double Ninth Festivals?
2. "Nine Days of Farewell" by Wang Zhihuan (Tang Dynasty)
Ji Ting is desolate and there are few old friends. Where can I climb high and see them off. ?
Today it will be the same as Fangju wine. Tomorrow it will be done as Duan Pengfei.
Translation:
There are very few acquaintances and old friends in this windy and roaring place. Where can I find a high place to see my friends back home?
Today we can still gather together to drink the fragrant chrysanthemum-scented wine, but tomorrow we will hurriedly leave like a fluttering tree with broken roots.
3. "Suzan Gongfang" Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
Where did the stick tin come from? The autumn wind is already blowing.
The chrysanthemums bloom in the deep courtyard in the desolate rain, and the lotuses in the pond are half covered with frost.
It would be better to be exiled than to violate one’s nature, and to stay in the emptiness of Zen.
We meet each other and stay overnight, and the long moon is full towards people.
Translation:
How could the eminent monk come here? I meet you in this autumn season.
The rain has left the chrysanthemums in your courtyard deserted, and the frost has destroyed the lotus shadows in half the pond.
How can being exiled violate your character? Living in the wilderness did not give up Zen.
Tonight I will meet you at ***. The bright moon on the Long Mountain also shows us its round light and shadow.
4. "Drinking·Part 4" Tao Yuanming (Wei and Jin Dynasties)
Autumn chrysanthemums have a beautiful color, and the dew on their clothes reveals their beauty.
I forget my worries and my worldly feelings are far away from me.
Although the cup is empty, the cup will overturn when the cup is empty.
The sun is moving among the flocks, and the returning birds are singing in the forest.
Xiao Ao Dongxuan, chatting about regaining this life.
Translation:
Autumn chrysanthemums are in full bloom and bright, moist with dew.
Chrysanthemum bubble wine has a more delicious taste and a deeper sense of avoiding vulgarity.
Drain the wine in the glass with one wave, then hold the wine flask and pour it into the glass.
At sunset, all living things cease, and returning birds sing happily to the forest.
Sing to your heart’s content under the east window, and spend this life happily for the time being.
5. "Cold Chrysanthemum/Painted Chrysanthemum" by Zheng Sixiao (Song Dynasty)
The flowers are not in full bloom, but the fun of being independent and sparse is not exhausted.
I would rather die with the fragrance on the branches than blow it down in the north wind.
Translation:
You bloom in autumn and are never among the flowers.
Alone by the sparse fence, your sentiment and interest have not faded.
I would rather die with the fragrance on the branches than be blown away by the biting north wind!