Qiu Wanqing’s “Locust trees are all over the ground and no one is sweeping them, and purple moss is printed on half of the walls.” Bai Juyi’s “In front of the independent Buddhist hall at dusk, the ground is full of locust flowers and the trees are full of cicadas” “The rain of locust flowers moistens the new autumn” On the ground, the tung leaves are turning in the wind and turning into the night sky"; Luo Yin's "The locust flowers are yellowing in the desert, and the traces of travel here have been desolate"; Jia Dao's "A visitor on the road at noon, the cicadas are in the locust flowers in the wind"; Du Xunhe's " How leisurely are the travelers? The sound of cicadas makes me sad about the locust flowers on my back."