Poetry that drives plants

1. Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees. (Cen Can's Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home)

2. Swallows don't come back to the Spring Festival Evening, and it's a misty rain and apricot blossoms. (Dai Shulun's Su Xi Pavilion)

3. people are idle with osmanthus, and the night is quiet and empty. (Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek)

4. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun. (Li Bai's Gift to Wang Lun)

Even if the wind blows away overnight, it is only near the shallow water in Lu Hua. (Sikong Shu's "Jiangcun is a thing")

6. The plum blossoms have lost their wax, and the garden is back to the New Year. (Li Pin's "Meet Friends at Hukou")

7. Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I will come back at chrysanthemum time. (Meng Haoran, "Passing the Old Village")

8. The south wind turned yellow in April, and the jujube flowers did not fall. (Li Wei, "Farewell, My Friend Chen")

9. Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring river plumbing duck prophet. (Su Shi's "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene")

10. The moon melts in the Pear Garden, and there is a faint wind in the catkin pond. (Yan Shu's "Morality")

1 1. In May, there were countless lotus flowers everywhere in Tingzhou. (Dao Qian's "Linping Road")

12. Thousands of miles of rice and flowers are beautiful, and the leaves of Wuteng Tung are the best sound. Once upon a time, it rained heavily for three days since July 25th.

13. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers reflect sunlight in different colors. (Yang Wanli, "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang")

14. The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers. (Lu You's Spring Rain in Lin 'an)

15. No one saw the plum blossom bamboo and blew incense across the stone bridge overnight. (Jiang Baishi's "Except Night, From Stone to Lake")

16. reeds everywhere. I am old, who will fly home next to swallows? (Wen Tianxiang's "Jinling Yi")