Tear down the pomegranate: the pomegranate splits.
Wei's Tian Jia
A little thick green and a little red are not necessary for moving spring scenery.
Wang Song Anshi's Pomegranate Flower Ode
After a light rain, Xiao He turned over and Liu Bloomed.
Nature: burning. It means pomegranate flowers bloom like burning flames.
Shi's Ruan Langgui
In May, when the pomegranate is in full bloom and the branches are growing, the children also begin to grow.
Liu Hua: Pomegranate flower. Son: Pomegranate.
Liu Hua by Tang Hanyu
Pomegranate hymn
Shaoan Kong
Unfortunately, the trees in the imperial court were uprooted, driving away the Han officials.
Just because it comes late, it opens less than in spring.
Twelve Rhymes of Pomegranate Flowers (Tang Bai Juyi)
The leaves are resplendent and the flowers are unparalleled.
Yao Yan is suitable for small courtyard, and the essay is called low corridor.
This is a mountain, but today it is a building.
Thousands of clusters look at each other, and ten thousand flowers are low.
According to the burning, even the bamboo threshold is exquisitely reflected with a white wall.
The wind adds meaning, and the show is clear.
The gradually blooming rouge calyx still contains the piano room.
Cut the ribbon disorderly, mottled uneven makeup.
There are thousands of prostitutes with scarlet lights and red skirts.
When it comes to national colors at this time, where can I find Heaven?
Afraid of planting a golden que, I want to offer the jade emperor.
A good messenger, named Kao Hua.
Pomegranate tree (Tang Bai Juyi)
The color difference is cool, and the leaves are cut with safflower cream.
The umbrella cover is hung with gold and jade, and the embroidered clothes are covered with fumigation cages.
Spring buds burn a thousand lamps, and summer pistil burns a hundred flowers.
It is said that there is no such tree in the forest, and only peaches and willows are taught to occupy the fragrance of the year.
Shan Shiliu (Don Dumu)
Like a volcano, a pomegranate reflects a hill, which can also be glamorous and idle in the midst of complexity.
On a beautiful Hosta, I'm afraid it will burn Cui Yun.