What are the poems about Sophora japonica?

1. This tree blooms in yellow, and the cicadas chirp in the coolness of the rain. ——Song Dynasty: Dong Sigao

2. In June, in the middle of Yugouchi Road, the green locust flowers are on Xia Yun Mountain. ——Song Dynasty: Mei Yaochen

3. How long has it been since the flowers and leaves rushed to each other, and the dust kept coming, but few people were idle. ——Song Dynasty: Han Wei

4. Calling children to pick locust flowers, the empty courtyard is filled with fallen flowers. ——Ming Dynasty: Lin Dachun

5. Even though the years are long and cold, the locust tree can still withstand the falling red. ——Modern and contemporary times: Cui Rongjiang

6. I hate accompanying old Confucians to cook gourd leaves, but force me to step on locust flowers with my son. ——Song Dynasty: Su Shi

7. The soul is so moved that the son does not look back, just shining on the locust flower post road. ——Tang Dynasty: Li Zhong

8. Reminiscing about the past in Dongye, listening under the locust flowers in the palace. ——Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

9. The west wind is strong, the sunset blows the trumpet, and a burst of locust flowers fall. ——Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

9. There are many autumn winds, and the locust flowers are half-grown. ——Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

10. In front of the independent Buddhist hall at dusk, the ground is full of locust flowers and trees full of cicadas. ——Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

11. The courtyard is full of locust flowers and the sound of pine nuts falling on the steps. ——Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

12. When the cicada makes a sound, the locust flower has two branches. ——Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

13. In front of the house at dusk, the locust flowers are an inch deep. ——Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

14. He was tired of cooking gourd leaves with the old Confucian, and forced his son to step on the locust flowers. ——Song Dynasty: Su Shi

15. Sophora flower dew drips from the altar, and the fragrance floats in the cypress wind. ——Tang Dynasty: Lu Gong

16. When the moon enters the palace, the shadows of the locust trees are pale, turning into countless locust flowers.

——Song Dynasty: Liu Chenweng