There are flowers in two consecutive ancient poems.

1. Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees. (Cen Can's "Snow White Farewells Tian Shuji Wu Gui") 2. Swallows don't come home in the Spring Festival Evening, and a misty rain chilled the apricot flowers. (Dai Shulun's Suxi Pavilion) 1. Tomorrow is tomorrow, how many tomorrows there are! 2, the young and the old don't work hard, and the old are sad. The incense burner in Rizhao produces purple smoke. Look at the Qianchuan Waterfall, the warm wind in the spring mountain, the curtain hanging in the pavilion, the sunset in the lonely village, and the old trees in the west Western jackdaw. In the shadow of a little rainbow, green mountains and green waters are covered with white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers. When the color enters a tall building, someone upstairs is sad (Li Bai's Bodhisattva Man). The dew in the jungle looks like a towel. Sitting alone also includes frowning (Liu Yuxi's "Recalling Jiangnan"). When Chu Ke wanted to hear Yao's resentment, he was in Xiaoxiang jathyapple. (Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God"), they searched for laurels in the mountain temple in the middle of the month and watched the tide on the pillow of the county pavilion. When they revisit (Bai Juyi's Memories of Jiangnan), they hate it when they think about it. When Bai Pingzhou (Wen's Dream in the South of the Yangtze River) is heartbroken, he will definitely be heartbroken when he returns to his hometown (Wei Zhuang's Bodhisattva Man). I intend to marry him for life. Even if you are mercilessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed (Wei Zhuang's "Four Brothers"). Don't cry. (Niu Xiji's Natural Tea Son)