Famous poems describing flowers and trees

1. The dragon is still raining at dusk, and the old trees are still blooming in the depth of spring. ——Gu Yanwu's "The Second Rhyme of Repaying Fu Chushi"

2. The snow on the river has just disappeared, and the warm sun and clear smoke are making the wicker sticks. ——Wu Yi's "Nanxiangzi"

3. The grass in the rain is dyed green, and the peach blossoms on the water are red. ——Wang Wei's "Wangchuan Bieye"

4. The moss marks on the upper steps are green, and the grass color is clear in the curtain. ——Liu Yuxi's "Inscription on the Humble Room"

5. The peach and plum blossoms in the east of Luoyang City fly around and fall into someone's home. ——Song Zhiwen's "Thinking"

6. The fragrance of peach blossoms and the fragrance of plum blossoms. Light white and deep red, all new makeup. ——Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi"

7. The jasper is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. ——He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willow"

8. The east wind is interested, and it first goes up to the small peach branch. ——Han Yuanji's "Liuzhou Getou·Peach Blossom"

9. The willow branches have been heavily rained, and the pine color is dark with smoke. ——Zhang Wei's "Feast at the Junnan Pavilion"

10. In the mountain scenery, flowers are burning, and willows are lying in the sound of water. ——Fan Chengda "On the Lidu Road on Qingming Day"

Poetry chanting flowers and trees (2)

1. The wild catkins dance with the wind, and the thin peach blossoms follow the water flow. ——Du Fu's "Nine Quatrains"

2. The wild grass is fragrant on the red brocade ground, and the hairsprings stir up the blue sky. ——Liu Yuxi's "Spring Day Letter to the Eighty-two Concubine of Baiyang, Dongluo"

3. Sit and look at the color of the green moss, wanting to get dressed. ——Wang Wei's "Shu Shi"

4. I once lived here, and now I feel like I am home. Poor Fenshang Liu, I feel reluctant to meet each other. ——Cen Shen's "Inscription on the Willow Trees Beside Fen Bridge in Panyang County"

5. The shadow of the spring swallows in the pond was gone in the future, but now they are haggard and late in the smoke. ——Wang Shizhen's "Autumn Willows"

6. The wild peaches are smiling. The bamboo fence is short, and the willows in the stream shake the sand and the water is clear. ——Su Shi's "New City Road"

7. In the twelfth storey of Nanmo brothel, who will be welcomed by the spring breeze and peaches and plums. ——He Zhizhang "Looking at the Peach and Plum Blossoms"

8. Leaning alone on the railing and staring into the distance, a river of tobacco is as flat as a cut. ——Xie Yi's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"

9. The color of the willows is still light, but the sound of the spring is gradually increasing. ——Zhang Ji "Rewarding Bai Ersheren to see the move in Qujiang in early spring"

10. The duck green is sparkling in the wind, and the sun and geese are curling up. ——Wang Anshi's "Nanpu"

Verses chanting about flowers and trees (3)

1. The two peaches in the blinds become more red in the evening. When you peek out of the window, you can see the treasure reflected in the bamboo. ——Han Yu's "Inscription on Hundred-Leaf Peach Blossom"

2. The peach blossom smiles in the spring breeze at the beginning, and when it is about to fade away, its color becomes more than red. ——Yao Sui's "Lang Tao Sha"

3. The plum blossoms have fallen and the peach blossoms are small, so there is still much spring left. ——Ye Mengde's "Poppy Beauty"

4. The color of grass invades the official road, and the flower branches protrude from the garden wall. ——Zhang Ji's "Luoyang Works"

5. Short peach blossoms are near the water bank, and catkins lightly touch people's clothes. ——Du Fu's "Three Poems on December 1st"

6. The grass is short, the flowers are beginning to fall apart, and the moss is green and the willows are half yellow. ——Liu Zhongyong's "Early Spring in Youyuan"

7. The peach blossoms on the bank bloom when dipped in water. ——Xu Fu's "Spring Tour in the Lake"

8. The spring water on the duck's head is as thick as dye, and the peach blossoms on the water surface make the spring face.

——Su Shi's "Farewell Poems"