23 flower poems, how many do you remember?

The water of Taohuatan is a thousand feet deep, yet it is not as deep as the love that Wang Lun gave me. (Li Bai's "Presented to Wang Lun")

The swallows have not returned and spring is coming late; the apricot blossoms are cold in the mist and rain. (Dai Shulun, "Suxi Pavilion")

Suddenly, a spring breeze came, and thousands of pear trees blossomed. (Cen Shen's "Song of White Snow to Send Off Judge Wu as he Returns to the Capital")

When people are idle, sweet osmanthus flowers fall, and the spring mountains are empty in the quiet night. (Wang Wei, "Birds Singing in the Stream")

Even if the wind blows it away overnight, it still remains beside the reeds and shallow water. (Sikong Shu, "Things in Jiangcun")

The plum blossoms fall at the end of the twelfth month, and it’s the new year again when I return to my hometown. (Li Pin, "Farewell to a Friend at Hukou")

When the Double Ninth Festival comes, I will come back to eat chrysanthemums. (Meng Haoran, "Visiting an Old Friend's Farm")

There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and the ducks know first when the spring river water warms. (Su Shi's "Evening Scene on the Spring River by Hui Chong")

In April, the south wind blows wildly, and the jujube flowers have not yet fallen, while the tung trees are covered in shade. (Li Qi, "Farewell to Chen Zhangfu")

The pear blossoms in the courtyard are bathed in the bright moonlight, and the catkins in the pond are blown by the gentle breeze. (Yan Shu's "Meaning")

In May, the road at the foot of Linping Mountain is covered with countless lotus flowers. (Dao Qian, On the Road to Linping)

The lotus leaves reaching the sky are endless and green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are particularly red. (Yang Wanli, "Seeing off Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple")

I listened to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sold apricot blossoms in the deep alley the next morning. (Lu You, "Lin'an Spring Rain Just Cleared")

No one sees the plum blossoms and bamboos, but the fragrance blows across the stone bridge all night long. (Jiang Baishi, "Returning from Shi to Hutiao Creek on New Year's Eve")

The ground is covered with reeds and I am getting old, so who shall the returning swallows fly with? (Wen Tianxiang, "Jinling Post")

The affectionate peony contains spring tears, the weak rose lies on the morning branches. (Qin Guan, Spring Day)

The flowers are so beautiful that they are dazzling, and only the shallow grass can hide the horse's hooves. (Bai Juyi's "Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake")

The sharpness of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.

I see my guests off at Xunyang River at night, the maple leaves and reeds are rustling in the autumn. (Bai Juyi's "Pipa Song")

Fallen petals are not heartless things, they turn into flower mud to protect the flowers. (Gong Zizhen's Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai)

In the morning, I see the red wet area and the heavy flowers in the Jinguan City. (Du Fu, "Happy Rain on a Spring Night")

I am afraid that the flower will fall asleep late at night, so I light high candles to illuminate its red beauty. (Su Shi's "Begonia")

The streamside hut is deserted, flowers are blooming and falling. (Wang Wei, Xinyiwu)