1. Thousands of thick green branches and a little red do not need much to make the moving spring scenery more beautiful. ——Wang Anshi's "Ode to Pomegranate Flowers"
2. The fragrance of lotus follows you when you sit and lie down, and the color of the lake reflects the morning and dusk. ——Liu Changqing's "Inscription on Li Ming Mansion's Pixi Water Hall"
3. The osmanthus moon falls in the middle of the moon, and the fragrance of the sky is floating outside. ——Song Zhiwen, "Lingyin Temple"
4. The lotus leaves connecting the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. ——Yang Wanli "Walking off to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple at dawn"
5. The fragrant plum blossoms and vegetables are full of sleeves, and I am secretly happy that the spring red color is still there. ——Yan Jidao's "Qingpingle"
6. I would rather die with the fragrance on the branches than fall in the north wind. ——Zheng Sixiao's "Cold Chrysanthemum"
7. In May, thousands of pomegranate flowers illuminate your eyes, and you can see the beginning of growth among the branches. ——Han Yu's "Liu Hua"
8. The plum blossoms are still in decline, and the spring tenderness cannot help but be cold. ——Du Mu's "Reflections on Early Spring to Xing Yuanwai"
Modern Poetry Describing Flowers
Flowers bloom and fall,
Perhaps like a flash in the pan, or Like the eternity of a rose.
Standing in the corner, holding the flower that is about to bloom,
The wind is blowing, the rain is falling,
The flowers and leaves are covered with Raindrops,
water is dripping on the flower buds,
I don’t know,
it’s rain or tears.
Looking at,
the crowds passing by, but not seeing the figure that I wanted to see,
flowers,
expiring Falling,
I,
slowly become indifferent.
Perhaps, this rain,
is falling for you.
Perhaps, these raindrops,
are born for flowers.
The flower withered and fell into the dust,
But the flower knew that this was another beginning.
I know, this is just another beginning.
The willow trees are floating and the lotus flowers are blooming.
The flowers bloom and fall, which is heartless.
However, the wind, flowers, snow and moon also come full circle.
Endless life. This love is immeasurable.
Flowers bloom and fall,
In the end they are all dust.