Poetry: How can plum blossoms smell if they are not frozen? -[Tang] Zen Master Huang Berry's Ode to the Opening Class
February rose
Poetry: only for a reward, spring workers are naturally not idle. -[Song] Zhu's "Catharanthus roseus"
Peach blossom in March
Poetry: On this day last year, in this door, peach blossoms set each other off in red. Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze. -[Tang] Cui Hu's "Topic South of the City"
Peony in April
Poetry: Only the west is good in the world, and peony is good in the world. In bloom, only peony is the real national color, while in bloom, the capital will move. -[Song] Ouyang Xiu's "Luoyang Peony"
May pomegranate
Poetry: Like a volcano, a pomegranate reflects a hill, and it can be glamorous and idle in the midst of complexity. On a beautiful Hosta, I only doubt that it will burn to Cui Yun. ——? [Tang] Du Mu's Shan Shiliu
Lotus in June
Poetry: Spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. -[Southern Song Dynasty] Yang Wanli's Little Pool
Impatiens in July
Poetry: Nine bracts are red in spring, and Dan Dian is dignified and delicate. The title must be famous, and the head is leaning on Zhu Zhu. -[Song] Yan Shu's Jin Fenghua
osmanthus flowers
Poetry: I know from a distance that there is a lonely laurel in the sky, but I don't want Chang 'e. The moon palace is fortunate to have idle fields. Why not plant two plants in the middle? -[Tang] Bai Juyi's "Dongcheng Gui".
Hangju
Poetry: Autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, plants and trees fall yellow, and geese return to the south. You have beautiful orchids, beautiful chrysanthemums and beautiful women. You can't forget it. -[Western Han Dynasty] Liu Che's autumn wind poems
October hibiscus
Poetry: Peach dew seeds are in the sky, and red apricots are planted on the clouds beside the sun. My hibiscus grows by the river in bleak autumn, but I don't complain why the spring breeze doesn't blow to make my flower bloom. -[Tang] Gao Chan's "Down, Up, Down, Forever, Noble Assistant"
Camellia in November
Poetry: The mountain flowers have not returned to spring, but the flowers are in full bloom at that time. Who planted this old tree in the past, and there are thousands of red flowers shining around it. -Camellia of [Song]
December narcissus
Poetry: in the old days, the falling flowers were bleak, and a breeze was absolutely pitiful. Not all the soil invaded Su Hao, but all the winds showed beauty.
The coquettish soul falls on Hunan guests, and the jade color vaguely catches the moon fairy. But he laughed at Fu Weng for being too fat and mistook elegance for beauty. -[Song] Liu Kezhuang's Narcissus