Ten beautiful ancient poems describing pear blossoms

The poem about pear flower is summarized as follows: Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.

The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door. At the beginning, I saw pear blossoms with jathyapple, and Haitang half contained morning rain. The blue mountains are reflected in the distance, and the night breeze in pear flower falls is a tree. The willow color reflects the green hills, and the pear flower hides the late birds. While drinking pear blossoms, I urged poetry and catkins, and a window of spring resentment. The micro-official Mei Yin is graceful and restrained, and the cold pear flower is more parting. Under the faint moon, beside the pear flower sill, the moss is clear and the socks are cool.

There are many beautiful stories about pear blossoms.