(Meng Haoran: "Passing the Old Village")
I drink a pot of wine from the flowers alone. No one is with me.
(Li Bai: "Drinking the Moon Alone")
But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded.
(Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness.
(Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
5. Look at the red and wet place, and the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
(Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")
6. A secluded place with a bamboo path, branches and flowers leads to a Buddhist retreat.
1. Taohuatan is deeper than thousands of feet, but less than Wang Lun. (Li Bai's Gift to Wang Lun)
2. Swallows don't come back to the Spring Festival Evening, and it's a misty rain and apricot blossoms. (Dai Shulun's Su Xi Pavilion)
Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. (Cen Can's "Farewell to Tian Shuji, Wu Guixiang, Snow Song")
4. people are idle with osmanthus, and the night is quiet and empty. (Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek)
Even if the wind blows away overnight, it is only near the shallow water in Lu Hua. (Sikong Shu's "Jiangcun is a thing")
6. The plum blossoms have lost their wax, and the garden is back to the New Year. (Li Pin's "Meet Friends at Hukou")
7. Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I will come back at chrysanthemum time. (Meng Haoran, "Passing the Old Village")
8. Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring river plumbing duck prophet. (Su Shi's "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene")
9. The south wind turned yellow in April, and the jujube flowers did not fall. (Li Wei, "Farewell, My Friend Chen")
10. The moon melts in the Pear Garden, and there is a faint wind in the catkin pond. (Yan Shu's "Morality")
1 1. In May, there were countless lotus flowers everywhere in Tingzhou. (Dao Qian's "Linping Road")
12. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers reflect sunlight in different colors. (Yang Wanli, "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang")
13. The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers. (Lu You's Spring Rain in Lin 'an)
14. No one saw the plum blossom bamboo and blew incense across the stone bridge overnight. (Jiang Baishi's "Except Night, From Stone to Lake")
15. reeds everywhere. I am old, who will fly home next to swallows? (Wen Tianxiang's "Jinling Yi")
16. Double Ninth Festival, Chrysanthemum Time Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village" I am here again.
19, the flowers are more and more attractive, and the shallow grass can be without horseshoes. Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang
20. Bao Jianfeng comes from sharpening, and plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold.
2 1, I am seeing guests off at the Xunyang River, and maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.