Poems and ancient poems about plants

There is no dye in the mud, and there is no demon in the clear. -Lotus.

Reflections on Ode to Historical Poems II (Eastern Jin Dynasty)

The bottom of the gloomy ravine is loose, and the seedlings are far away from the mountains.

The world is tall and handsome, and the terrain makes it so.

Zhang Jin was born in an old trade, and he was a seven-leaf mink. Isn't Feng Gong great, but he doesn't know what to do if he loses his head? -Pine trees

The branch in the corner is plum, and cold ling opens alone. This is not snow in the distance, because there is a faint fragrance floating.

Scattered into mud, ground into dust, only fragrance remains.

When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs in the bushes-plum blossoms.

Baodao comes from sharpening, and plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold.

Fold the plums and mail them to the leading family. Jiangnan has nothing, I will give you a spring.