Ten poems about trees and flowers

Spring can't close the garden, but an apricot can't get out of the wall —— Ye Song Shaoweng's The Duty of the Garden

Waiting to see the east wind is always spring-spring day in Song Zhuxi.

Jiang Hua wins the fire at sunrise, and Jiang Qing is blue in spring —— Tang Bai Juyi's memory of Jiangnan

A little green and a little red, not much touching spring scenery —— Wang Song Anshi's Singing Pomegranate Flowers

The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot blossoms —— Song Lu's tour of "Spring Rain in Lin 'an at the beginning of the year" is thin and shallow, and the evening is fragrant —— Song Lin Bu's "Xiaomei in the Mountain"

Peaches and plums are full of worries, and shepherd's purse comes to the stream in spring —— Partridge Sky by Song Xin Qi Ji. Fu represents others.

Flowers don't lift the ban, and poetry is in chaos —— Song Yan Shu's Walking on the Sand