The most beautiful poem about rose flowers in ancient poetry is as follows:
1. Liang Yan’s words are there all day long, and the roses are fragrant in the wind. ——Li Qingzhao's "Spring Remnant"
2. The blossoming spirit leaves the leaves softly, and the fragrance of rain and clear breeze is intoxicating. ——Du Mu's "Rose Flowers"
3. Under the beautiful tree, the beauty smiles out of the rose. ——Gao Yingmian's "Missing Title"
4. The courtyard is full of green and dense shade, and the orioles are talking to each other. Butterflies fly together and play with roses. ——Mao Xizhen's "Ding Xifan"
5. The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the roses fill the courtyard with fragrance. ——Gao Pian's "Summer in the Mountain Pavilion"
6. The idle flowers bloom and the dianthus blooms, and the dark leaves sprout roses. ——Shen Quanqi's "Xiancalyx Pavilion Waiting for a Banquet"
7. The duckweed green brocade pond is transparent, and the summer orioles are chirping thousands of roses. ——Du Mu's "Qi'an County Houchi Quatrains"
8. Peach red, plum, white, rose and purple, I always don't know when I ask about the spring breeze. ——Tao Bi's "Feelings for Flowers"
9. The rose flowers on the road attract butterflies. As the fragrance of the wind hits you, you will feel separated and thinking about your baby. ——Mei Yaochen's "Yiyun Wu Zhengzhong Seeing Posts on Guangde Road"
10. The rain is light, the smoke is falling, and the red roses are half-opened in the small courtyard. ——Zhang Mi's "Spring Festival Gala"
11. Butterflies fly around the fence and rest, while roses press the frame shallowly and deeply. ——Li Fang's "Xie Shilang's Third Brother Chao Gai"
12. The rose is broken. A beautiful flower and moon. Flowers and moon. The color is thick, pink and crispy. ——Mao Pang's "Moon in the Qin Lou"
13. The small courtyard is open to the public, and the fragrance of roses is stained by the dew. ——Lu You's "Yicao Zhilu"
14. The roses bloom outside the door and the plum blossoms on the branches are sour. ——Tan Zhongxing's "The Wind Enters the Pine"
15. At some time, the fragrance of roses rains, and the lonely house is idle.
——Su Shi's "Remembering Old Friends in Taoyuan·Late Spring"