"Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet"

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. The spring silkworm's silk will not be used up until it dies, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes. The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples are changing, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night. There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue birds are eager to visit.

"Master Xun Yong Resides in Seclusion"

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

A group of steep green skyscrapers, carefree and careless. Move the clouds to find ancient roads, lean against rocks and listen to flowing springs. The flowers are warm, the green cows lie down, and the pines are high and the white cranes sleep. The language comes to the river at dusk, and the cold smoke falls alone.

"Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai"

Qing Dynasty: Gong Zizhen

The sun is setting in the day when I am about to leave, and I chant my whip to the east and point to the end of the world. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers.

"Qi Jue·Unforgettable Teacher"

Anonymous

It was too hasty to meet each other, and the flowers in the school became red several times.

Good friendship will always remain in my soul and dreams, and deep kindness will always be in my heart.

"Planting Flowers in the Green Field Hall of the Lord He Ling"

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

The Green Field Hall opened to occupy Wuhua, and passers-by pointed out the way to Ling Gong's house. Your Majesty has peaches and plums all over the world, why bother planting more flowers in front of the hall?