Lonely orchids live in secluded gardens, and grass is a weed.
Although the sun shines brightly in spring, I feel sorry for the crisp moon in autumn.
First frost early, green dare not rest.
If there is no breeze, who will deliver the incense?
Su Shi's Orchid
Chunlan is like a beauty, not shy and silent.
When the wind is the most fragrant, Peng Ai lives in a windless place.
Painted green and true color, I want to make a biography of Li Sao.
Like an elf, the crown dare not swallow.
Lu Xun's "Singing Orchids"
Pepper burns laurel, leaving the United States old, relying on the secluded rock to express the heart.
People who cherish Fang Xin's heritage are as drunk as Jing Zhen in their hometown.
Two Orchid Poems by Zheng Xie
one
Leave a big root, why complain about a short leaf.
Spring thunder dives at night, and the fragrance enters the clouds.
two
Cliff thousands of feet, orchids in the sky.
There are firewood collectors, so you can't reach out and fold.