Autumn bushes surround the house like Tao's house, and it is said that the fence becomes increasingly sloping. It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. There will be no flowers even after all the flowers have bloomed. (Yuan Zhen's "Chrysanthemum")

The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with plants, and the pistils are cold, fragrant and cold, and it is difficult for butterflies to come. If I were the Qing Emperor in his future years, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms. (Huang Chao's "Ying Chrysanthemum")

All the fragrances swayed down, and only Xuan Yan took up the scenery towards the small garden. The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.

The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, while the white butterfly knows how to unite and break its soul. Fortunately, we can have sex with each other by chanting slightly, and there is no need to use the sandalwood board to seal the gold bottle. (Lin Bu's "Small Plum Blossoms in the Mountain Garden")

There are several plum trees in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. I know it's not snow from afar, because there is a faint fragrance coming. (Wang Anshi's "Plum Blossoms")

The plum blossoms and snow refused to fall in spring, so the poet put down his writing and commented on the chapter. The plum blossoms are three cents whiter than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms. (Lu Meipo's "Snow Plum")

I insist on not letting go of the green mountains, and my roots are still in the broken rocks. It has endured thousands of blows but is still strong, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south. (Zheng Banqiao's "Bamboo and Stone")

When autumn comes on September 8th, my flowers will bloom and they will all turn white. The incense formation soaring to the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the city is covered with golden armor. (Huang Chao)

The mountain is one foot deep, and thousands of poles are like bunches of green. I have always loved things so much that I worked hard to move my home into a bamboo forest (Repairing Yiling and Living in a Seclusion by Li She)

I cultivate my branches to make them stand out, I refuse to be humble and refuse to grow in the bush. There is integrity and straightness in the sky, and there is no mind and emptiness. (Bamboo by Song Qi)

There are three green bamboo poles in front of the window, and the cool wind blows the whole courtyard in the cold. Don’t be disgusted by the king who is always in front of you. He turns into a dragon and goes to meet the difficulties. (Book House Bamboo by Cai Que)

Orchids are both spring blooms, and chrysanthemums are blooming in autumn. The fragrance is fragrant and the grass is fragrant, and the heroes are beautiful. (Chrysanthemum, Jin·Wang Shuzhi)

The nature of things has always come from different families. Who is greedy for coldness, thinness and age? Chrysanthemums are white in the land of wind and frost, not chrysanthemums in spring. (Song Dynasty? Yang Wanli)

The drums are played as a ritual, and the ballet is danced on behalf of the people; (Nine Songs, Lihun, Qu Yuan)

Orchid grass is naturally fragrant and grows beside the avenue. It takes eight or nine months to sicken, and they are all in the bundle of salary. (Ancient Yuefu, Han Dynasty Anonymous)

The autumn wind blows and white clouds fly, the grass and trees turn yellow and the wild geese return south. The orchids are beautiful, the chrysanthemums are fragrant, and I can't forget the beautiful woman I cherish. The floating boat is coming to the Fen River, and the Su wave is flowing across the middle. The flutes and drums are singing, and the music is singing, and there is great joy and much sadness.

How old are you when you are young? (Autumn Wind Ci Liu Che)