In winter, when the weather is cold and the soul is awake, the spring rain washes away the dust and smoke. The warm wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom, intoxicating the world. The bright red color is like a brocade, and the fragrance is light and makes bees crazy. Where are the flowers in my dream? Mount Fuji! From "Huanxisha·Ode to Cherry Blossoms".
The cherry blossoms are uneven and the fragrant rain is red. They climb and fold with smiles, and the beauties wet their clothes. Picking up Qingdong songs, bright eyes and beautiful jade. The man wearing a green turban cannot see enough from above and below. Nanyang Gong's first words were compiled into the New Music Record. From "Qingdong Song".
The cherry blossoms are on the red streets, the willows are green beside the pond; in the sound of swallows, I miss you for another year. From Zhou Enlai's "Spring Comes".
How long will it take for the cherry blossoms to bloom? It is unknown whether the willows will be green or the peaches will be red. I advise you not to ask about the Fangfei Festival. The storm in my hometown is miserable. From "Four Untitled Poems" by Li Shangyin.