1. It is scattered into mud and crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same. ——"Yong Mei" Lu You
2. When the flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky, who will pity them when the red color disappears and the fragrance disappears. ——"The Burial of Flowers" Lin Daiyu
3. The flowers fall and the water flows red, and there are all kinds of sorrows. I have no words to complain about the east wind. ——Wang Shifu in "The Romance of the West Chamber"
4. The grass is delicious and the fallen flowers are colorful. ——"Peach Blossom Spring" Tao Yuanming
5. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers.
——"Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai·Part 5" Gong Zizhen