Poems and ancient poems describing flowers

Poems describing flowers

Liu Mei's family, a good flower. Willow hangs by the river and plum blossoms are in the snow. Why light blue and deep red? It's a first-class flower

Pretending to be a little red peach apricot, I am still lonely and thin. The grass pavilion on the sand is new and dark, and the wild pool on the edge of the city is red.

Purple half-open fence is quiet, and red is full of lotus worries. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. -Toast under the porch, hibiscus all around. Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers, but the spring cold didn't return —— Tang Zhang's Moonlit Night on a Spring River