Plum Blossoms
Shuo Feng is so easy to understand that it cannot be destroyed. ——Cui Daoyong's "Plum Blossoms"
When the mountain flowers were in full bloom, she smiled in the bushes. ——Mao Zedong's "Bu Shuzi·Yong Mei"
There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. ——Wang Anshi's "Plum Blossoms"
The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlight dusk. —— Lin Bu's "Small Plum Blossoms in the Mountain Garden Part 1"
It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same. ——Lu You's "Bu Shuzi·Yong Mei"
The plum blossoms are a little whiter than the snow, but the snow loses some of the fragrance of the plum blossoms. ——Lu Meipo's "Snowy Plum Part 1"
How can you get the fragrance of plum blossoms without a bone-chilling cold? —— Zen Master Huang He's "Ode to a Discourse in the Hall"
Wind and rain send spring home, and flying snow welcomes it. ——Mao Zedong's "Bu Shuzi·Yong Mei"
Don't let others praise the good color, just leave the pure energy to fill the universe. ——Wang Mian's "Mo Mei"
The cliff is already covered with hundreds of feet of ice, but there are still pretty flowers and branches. ——Mao Zedong's "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei"
Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, it is lonely and ownerless. ——Lu You's "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei"
In front of the beautiful window tomorrow, the winter plum blossoms have not yet bloomed. ——Wang Wei's "Three Miscellaneous Poems"
The fallen plum blossoms are as chaotic as snow, and they are still full after being brushed. ——Li Yu's "Qingpingle·Farewell to Spring"
Qiao doesn't fight for spring, she only repays the coming of spring. —— Mao Zedong's "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei"
The tree at the head of the pond where I wash inkstones has blossoms with faint ink marks. ——Wang Mian's "Ink Plum Blossoms"
The moon in front of the window is the same, but the plum blossoms are different. ——Du Lei's "Cold Night"
The plum blossoms and snow are fighting for spring but they are not willing to fall, so Sao Renge spends money to comment on it. ——Lu Meipo's "Snowy Plum Part 1"
It's dusk and I am sad alone, with more wind and rain. ——Lu You's "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei"
All the flowers are swaying, and they are blooming alone, occupying the small garden with all the charm. —— Lin Bu's "Small Plum Blossoms in the Mountain Garden Part 1"
Plum blossoms bloom several times in the south of the Yangtze River, and people's temples are already stained at the end of the world. ——Liu Zhu's "Partridge Sky·Snow shines on the mountain city and the jade fingers are cold
Wearing this body in the ice and snow forest, it is different from peaches and plums mixed with fragrant dust. ——Wang Mian's "White Plum"
The trees at the head of the pond where I wash my inkstones all have flowers blooming with faint ink marks. ——Wang Mian's "Ink Plum"
A cold plum tree with white jade strips stands very close to the village road and the creek bridge. ——Zhang Wei's "Early Plum Blossoms"
I don't know if the water blooms bloom first, but it is suspected that they have not been sold after the winter snow. ——Zhang Wei's "Early Plum Blossoms"
The jade flute is played in the Yellow Crane Tower, and the plum blossoms fall in May in Jiangcheng. ——Li Bai "Listening to the Flute Playing in the Yellow Crane Tower with Mr. Shi"
Lotus
The human face does not know where to go, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. ——Cui Hu's "Inscription on Nanzhuang of Capital City"
Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. ——Su Shi's "Evening Scene on the Spring River in Huichong"
The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom. ——Bai Juyi's "Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple"
On this day last year, in this door, the faces of the people and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red. —— Cui Hu's "Inscription on Nanzhuang of the Capital City"
In front of Xisai Mountain, egrets fly, and peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat. ——Zhang Zhihe, "Yugezi·Flying Egrets in Front of Xisai Mountain"
A cluster of peach blossoms blooms without an owner, the lovely deep red loves the light red. ——Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River Part 5"
When will the swallows fly back? Peach blossoms bloom when dipped in water. ——Xu Fu's "Spring Tour to the Lake"
I always regret that I can't find a place to return to spring, and I don't know where to turn. ——Bai Juyi's "Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple"
The elms and willows shade the back eaves, and the peach and plum blossoms in front of the hall. ——Tao Yuanming, "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 1"
This body is worn in the ice and snow forest, not like peaches and plums mixed with fragrant dust. ——Wang Mian's "White Plum"
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. ——Yang Wanli "Sent off to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple at dawn"
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it. —— Yang Wanli's "Little Pond"
In the morning, I went to clean up the wasteland and filthy, and returned home with a hoe in the moonlight. ——Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 3"
The sun is shining on the leaves and the rain is falling, the water is clear and round, and the wind is lifting the flowers one by one. ——Zhou Bangyan's "Su Muzhe·Liao Agarwood"
I returned to the boat late after having fun, and strayed into the depths of the lotus root flower. ——Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream Ling·Chang Ji Xi Pavilion at Sunset"
Chrysanthemums
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain. ——Tao Yuanming, "Drinking Part 5"
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to drink chrysanthemums. ——Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Friend's Village"
The chrysanthemums planted on the fence recently have not bloomed in autumn. —— Jiao Ran's "Looking for Lu Hongjian but not meeting him"
It's not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. There will be no flowers after all the flowers have bloomed. ——Yuan Zhen's "Chrysanthemum"
The chrysanthemum on the threshold is worried about the smoke orchid and weeping dew. ——Yan Shu's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers·Chrysanthemums on the threshold are worried about smoke orchids and weeping dew"
The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with plants, and the flowers are cold and fragrant, and it is difficult for butterflies to come. ——Huang Chao's "Inscription on Chrysanthemums"
It is rare to smile in this world, and you must return home with a head full of chrysanthemums. ——Du Mu's "Climbing the Mountain in Nine Days"
Autumn chrysanthemums are beautiful, and the dew on their clothes reveals their beauty. ——Tao Yuanming, "Drinking·Part 4"
The chrysanthemums on the horse's path through the mountain are beginning to turn yellow, and the trust in the horse is long and prosperous.
——Wang Yucheng's "Village Tour·Chrysanthemums begin to yellow on the horse's path through the mountain"
The branches of yellow chrysanthemums grow in the early morning cold. —— Huang Tingjian's "Partridge Sky: Sitting in the History of Meishan Hermits..."
Nine days of yellow flower wine, you can smell it when you climb high. —— Cen Shen's "Nine Days Climbing High with the Imperial Doctor"
Fragrant chrysanthemums bloom in the forest, and green pines crown the rocks. ——Tao Yuanming's "He Guo Zhubu·Part 2"
For nine days, Longshan drank, and the yellow flowers smiled and chased the ministers. ——Li Bai's "Nine Days of Drinking at Longshan"
The orchids are beautiful and the chrysanthemums are fragrant. I cannot forget the beauty I have in my heart. ——Liu Che's "Autumn Wind Ci"
The chrysanthemums that pity my hometown should bloom near the battlefield. ——Cen Shen's "Nine Days of Marching and Thinking of Chang'an Hometown"
Leaves
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. ——Yang Wanli "Sent Off to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple at Dawn"
Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not just scream and walk slowly. ——Su Shi's "Ding Feng Bo·March 7th"
I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. —— He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willows"
The world is like a big dream, how many autumns are there in life? At night, the wind leaves are already singing. ——Su Shi's "Moon over the Xijiang River: A Big Dream of World Affairs"
These little Caozhou county officials are always concerned with love, every branch and leaf. ——Zheng Xie's "Painting Bamboo in the Weixian County Office to Present the Nian Bo Dachengkuo"
Who thinks that the west wind is cold alone, the rustling yellow leaves are closed and the windows are closed, and the setting sun stands in meditation on the past. ——Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha·Who wants the west wind to be cool alone"
The early sun on the leaves has dried up the rain, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind is lifting each one. ——Zhou Bangyan's "Su Muzhe·Liao Agarwood"
There are three or four spots of green moss on the pond, and one or two oriole calls at the bottom of the leaves. ——Yan Shu's "Po Zhenzi·Spring Scene"
The fragrant lotus leaves are gone, and the green waves are rising in the west wind. ——Li Jing "Breaking through the sand of Huanxi·The fragrance of lotus leaves is sold out"
The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus is spread out to both sides of the face. ——Wang Changling's "Two Lotus Plucking Songs"
The swaying Wu leaves send out the cold sound, and the autumn wind on the river moves the guests. ——Ye Shaoweng's "What I See in a Night Book"
The oak leaves have fallen on the mountain road, and the orange flowers are shining brightly on the post wall. ——Wen Tingyun's "Morning Journey to Shangshan"
The plants and trees have their own hearts, so why ask for beauty! ——Zhang Jiuling's "Feelings of Orchid Leaves in Spring"
The drizzle dreamed of returning to Jisai far away, and the cold wind blew through the small building. ——Li Jing "Breaking through the sand of Huanxi·The fragrance of lotus leaves sells for the remaining green leaves"
The green grass reflects the spring color on the steps, and the oriole's voice is heard in the sky through the leaves.
——Du Fu's "The Prime Minister of Shu"