I accidentally brought a few flowers and picked butterflies down the mountain. ——Zhu Jingsu's "Woodcutter's Ci" of the Qing Dynasty
The spring tide brings rain in the evening, and there is no one to cross the wild boat. ——Tang Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream"
Ci·Jiangchengzi
Ten years of life and death are uncertain.
If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it.
Thousands of miles away from the lonely tomb, there is no place to speak of desolation.
Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other.
My face is covered with dust and my temples are like frost.
When night comes, I suddenly return home with a deep dream.
Xiaoxuan window, dressing up.
We looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the broken heart will be broken every year.
On a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine hills.
Autumn bushes surround the house like Tao's house, and the fence is gradually sloping.
It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. There will be no flowers even after all the flowers have bloomed.
(Yuan Zhen's "Chrysanthemum")
The lonely east fence is wet with dew, and the golden dimples in front of it shine on the sand.
The children of the world have no high charm, they only look at the flowers on the Double Ninth Festival.
(Fan Zengda's "Three Poems on Chrysanthemums after the Double Ninth Festival")
Tao Yuanming
Drinking - Part Five:
Wedding a house in a human environment , without the noise of carriages and horses. I ask you, what can you do? The mind is far away from itself. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain.
The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth. There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.
Sorry, time and ability are limited, I can only find these for now. I hope it will be helpful to you.