Poems describing the beauty of wild flowers in the suburbs

Yan Shu recited "Spring Festival": "Light and bright warbler feathers, and the fiber is tied with rabbit silk; "If it's too late, it's too late."

In late spring and March, the grass grows in the south of the Yangtze River, the peanut trees are mixed, and the orioles fly around.

Weeds and flowers beside Suzaku Bridge,

The sun sets at the entrance of Wuyi Lane.

(Liu Yuxi's Wuyi Lane)

At sunrise, the river flowers win the fire,

This river is as green as blue in spring.

(Bai Juyi: "Recalling Jiangnan")

After the flowers are collected into honey,

Hard for whom, sweet for whom.

(Luo Yin's "Bees")

Plums are golden, apricots are fat,

The wheat is gray and the cauliflower is thin.

(Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous")

Dawn sees saturated red;

The town is full of flowers.

(Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")

The bamboo path there leads to the seclusion,

Branches and flowers to a Buddhist retreat.

(Chang Jian: "Zen Forest after Breaking Mountain Temple")

Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers,

Thousands of flowers bent the branches.

(Du Fu: "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River")

From a pot of wine among the flowers,

I drink alone. No one is with me.

(Li Bai: "Drinking the Moon Alone")

Thousands of miles away, the cool color is in the distance,

A boat is moored in the depths of reed flowers.

The flute is in the Moon Building.

(Li Yu's "Looking at Jiangnan II")

In fact, it is said that Tianjia is delicious.

Rice fragrance lags behind carp fat.

(Zhu Fengxiang's Leisure in the Country)

After having a good time, we rowed home.

Mistaken into the depths of lotus.

(Li Qingzhao's Dream)

It's autumn, nobody cares,

It is half reed flower and half Polygonum flower.

(Huang Geng's "Jiangcun is a thing")