Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty: It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers, but that there will be no flowers after all the flowers have bloomed.
Tang Feixiu: How can the plum blossoms smell so fragrant if it’s not so cold that it pierces the bones?
Yan Shu of the Song Dynasty: The spring breeze blows the flowers without restraint, and the misty flowers flutter in the faces of passers-by.
Zhao Gu of the Tang Dynasty: The spring breeze congratulates the apricot garden without words, and the branches of flowers fill the apricot garden.
Yuan Lu Zhi: When spring comes in southern China, the flowers are like embroidery, and the water of the West Lake is like oil after the rain.
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty: A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold, the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy.
Tang·Dongfang Qiu: The spring snow comes from the sea and the sky, and it looks like flowers blooming wherever it touches. I wonder if any of the trees in the garden are real plums.
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty: The wild catkins dance with the wind, and the thin peach blossoms follow the water flow.
Ming Fengfang: The east wind blows the peach calyx all night, and the peach blossoms blow open and fall. When it opens, it doesn’t remember the love of spring; when it falls, it turns to the wrong path and the sound of wind is bad.
Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty: The peach blossoms on the other bank are not even half red yet, and the branches are already chaotic with bees.
Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty: The exquisite bones show through the eight windows, and the flower heads are inserted upside down with the fragrance of purple lotus. There are countless Qingluo fans on the thread body, which will cool down even if the wind doesn't come.
Tang·Cen Shen: Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed.
Zheng Sixiao of the Song Dynasty: The flowers are not in full bloom, but the fun of being independent and sparse is not exhausted. I would rather die holding the fragrance on the branches than blow it down in the north wind!
Yuan·Sadouchi: The wind and rain passed in February in the south of the Yangtze River, and the plum blossoms were in full bloom and the apricot blossoms were red.
Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty: The leaves connecting the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are uniquely red in the sun.
Wang Wei of Tang Dynasty: As you come from your hometown, you should know the affairs of your hometown. Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow?
Pi Rixiu of the Tang Dynasty: After all the remaining red leaves have faded, the fragrance begins to bloom, and the good name is called the King of Flowers. She actually boasts that she is unparalleled in the world and has the best fragrance in the world.
Song Dynasty Wang Anshi's poem about pomegranate flowers: Thousands of thick green branches with a little red do not need too many moving spring colors.
Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty: The flowers and leaves in the world are inconsistent, and the flowers enter the golden basin and the leaves become dust. There are only green lotuses and red lotuses, which can be opened and closed freely.
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty: The peach blossoms chase the poplar flowers and fall, and the yellow birds sometimes fly.
Wang Zao of the Song Dynasty: The peach blossoms are smiling beautifully out of the fence, as if they are the most affectionate before they bloom.
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty: A cluster of peach blossoms blooms without an owner, lovely deep red and loving red.
Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty: The peony demon in front of the court has no character, and the hibiscus on the pond is pure and has little affection. Only peonies are the true national beauty, and they move the capital when they bloom.
Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty: The spring flowers arrive first, and the light yellow and light green reflect the tower.
The grass is green again, and the apricot blossoms are still red.
In the first month, the plum blossoms are fragrant; in February, the apricot blossoms are warm; in March, the peach blossoms are fragrant; in April, the roses are in bloom; in May, the pomegranates are as red as fire; in June, the pomegranates are as red as fire; In the month, the pond is filled with the fragrance of camellias; in July, the impatiens are Qiqiao; in August, the garden is filled with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus; in September, the chrysanthemums are piled high; in October, the hibiscus is planted in the Indian summer; in November, the trees are filled with camellias Flowers; in December, wintersweet is yellow and brilliant.