Old poems about plants in primary school:
1. "Ode to the Willow" by He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty:
Jasper is made up into a tree as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
2. "Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple" by Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty:
As the beauty of April in the world ends, the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom.
Eternal regret has no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn.
3. "Lotus Picking Song" by Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty:
The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, with hibiscus blooming on both sides of the face.
You can't see anyone entering the pool, but you can only feel someone coming when you hear the song.
4. "Plum Blossom" by Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty:
There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone.
I know it’s not snow from afar, because there is a faint fragrance coming.
5. Huang Chao's "Inscription on Chrysanthemums" of the Tang Dynasty:
The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with plants, and the pistils are cold, fragrant and cold, and it is difficult for butterflies to come.
If I were the Qing Emperor in another year, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms.
6. "Inscription on Orchid" by Zheng Xie of the Qing Dynasty:
I am on the top of Qianshan Mountain, and the deep cracks in the rock are full of wonderful fragrance.
It’s not without the floating clouds under our feet. We don’t know each other when we come and we don’t stay when we go.