Chrysanthemums

Yuan Zhen

The autumn bushes surround the house like Tao's house,

The fence is gradually sloping all over.

It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers.

There will be no flowers even after the flowers have bloomed.

Tanghuangchao

When autumn comes on September 8th, my flowers will bloom. After that, hundreds of flowers will be killed.

The soaring incense array penetrates Chang'an, and the city is filled with golden armor

Yong Ju

Tang Bai Juyi

A night of fresh frost covered the tiles lightly , Basho's newly defeated He Qing.

Only the Oriental chrysanthemum is cold-resistant, and the golden millet is more clear at dawn.

——"The Broken Chrysanthemum" by Mei Yaochen of the Song Dynasty

The scattered golden stamens, although withered, do not change their fragrance.

The solitary fragrance is hidden in the deep bushes, but it is still possible to clear the glass from a car.

——"Chrysanthemum" by Zhu Shuzhen of the Song Dynasty

The native flowers can be both white and red,

I can still love this work in the evening.

I would rather grow old with fragrant branches than follow the yellow leaves dancing in the autumn wind.

"Chrysanthemum" Zheng Gu

Wang and Sun Mo's branches are as close to the hair as the basil.

The wet autumn fragrance of dew fills the pond bank, which is why I don’t envy the tall tiles and pines.

Tao Yuanming's "Drinking"

The house is in a human environment, without the noise of cars and horses.

When I ask you how you can do it, your mind is far away and you are biased.

Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain.

The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth.

There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it.

Li Shangyin's "Chrysanthemum"

Dark lavender, melting yellow.

Tao Ling's fence is beautiful, and Luo Han's house is fragrant.

Whenever it is forbidden to show again, it is really timid of the setting sun.

May the golden parrot ascend to the White Yutang.

Wen Ju

Cao Xueqin

Wanting to hear about the autumn mood, which no one knows, she murmured with her hands behind her back and knocked on the east fence.

Who can hide together with the lonely and proud people? Is it too late for the same flowers to bloom?

How lonely is the dew in the garden and the frost in the garden, how can I miss lovesickness when I return home?

Don’t talk about nothing in the world, why not explain it in a few words.