1, Chrysanthemum Don Juan Chao
Waiting for the autumn of the eighth day of the ninth lunar month, the blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, the fragrance of Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in fragrant chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is golden chrysanthemums.
When the Double Ninth Festival comes in autumn and September, chrysanthemums will bloom and other flowers will wither. The blooming chrysanthemums are dazzling and the fragrance permeates Chang 'an. The whole city is bathed in fragrant chrysanthemums, and there are golden chrysanthemums like armor everywhere.
2. Wang Yuan noodles of Mo Mei
The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with faint ink marks. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.
There is a plum tree in Xiyan Lake near my home. Plum blossoms in full bloom seem to be stained with a touch of ink. It doesn't need others to praise how beautiful the color is, just need to diffuse the fragrance between heaven and earth.
3, "Bamboo Stone" Xie
Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.
I firmly believe that Qingshan is not relaxed, it is deeply rooted in the crevices. After many trials and tribulations, the bones are still strong and can blow the east and west and the north and south winds.
4. "He Yin" Xiao Daocheng in the Southern and Northern Dynasties
Eight winds are far away, and nine savages know sound. Destroy the ambition of the clouds and be a bird in your garden.
A crane, spreading its huge wings against the wind in all directions, sang and flew freely for nine days. Because you can't fly for nine days without wings, you can only become a plaything in the imperial garden.
5, "Painting Chrysanthemum" Zheng Songxiaosi
Flowers bloom without falling, and the interest of independent hedging is not bad. It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to blow it into the north wind.
You bloom in autumn and never mix with flowers. Alone by the sparse fence, your sentiment and interest have not diminished. I would rather die in the branches than in the cold north wind!