What kind of poems do I think of whenever chrysanthemums wither?

Whenever the chrysanthemum dies, I will think of the poem "There are Ao Shuang branches in the chrysanthemum"

Ao Shuang: Not afraid of the cold, strong and unyielding. The chrysanthemums have withered, but the tall and straight chrysanthemum branches in Ao Shuang are still full of vitality in the cold wind. Used to describe a person in his prime, even in his later years. Although youth has passed away, it is also the golden stage of maturity and great achievements in life. Encourage friends to cherish this great time, be optimistic and make unremitting efforts, and never be depressed or laugh at yourself.

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[Author] Su Shi

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The lotus flower withered, so did the lotus leaf holding the rain, and only the branches of chrysanthemum stood proudly against the frost.

You must remember the best scenery in a year, which is in the late autumn and early winter of orange and green.