Xue Tao (about 768-832), a female poet in the Tang Dynasty, also known as Hongdu. A native of Chang'an (now Xi'an, Shaanxi Province). He came to Shu because his father Xue Yun was an official. After his father's death, Xue Tao lived in Chengdu. When he was living in Chengdu, the highest local military and political officer in Chengdu, Jiannan Xichuan Jiedushi, was replaced for eleven terms, and most of them had poetry exchanges with Xue Tao. When Wei Gao was appointed as the Jiedu Envoy, he planned to ask Emperor Dezong of Tang Dynasty to grant Xue Tao the official title of Secretary Provincial School Secretary, but due to the old practice, it could not be realized, but people called it "female school secretary". He once lived on Huanhua Creek (now Huanhua Creek Park) and made small pink paper to write poems. Later generations imitated it and called it "Xue Tao Paper". There is Xue Tao's tomb in Wangjianglou Park in Chengdu.

Xue Tao's famous sayings:

There are different appreciations for flowers when they bloom, and different sadness when flowers fall. I want to ask where I miss you, when the flowers are blooming and falling.

Gathering the grass and forming a united heart will lead to the sound of knowing each other. The sorrow of spring is being cut off, and the spring birds are mourning again.

The wind and flowers are getting old, but the good times are still vague. If you don't make friends with people of the same mind, you will have nothing to do with people of the same mind.

The branches are full of flowers, which translates into two lovesickness. The jade chopsticks are hanging in front of the mirror, do you know the spring breeze?

The branches welcome the northern and southern birds, and the leaves send the incoming wind.

Double habitat on the green pond, flying back in the morning and evening. More memories of the young day, among the lotus leaves.

But the spring days are long, no matter how early the autumn wind is.

The world is full of different spiritual flowers, competing to dye the red valerian into the light sand.

Who said that the journey of a thousand miles from this evening would be as long as a fortress away from the dream.

There is frost in the water country at night, and the moon is cold and the mountains are green.

Every time you convey affection, you should know each other even if you don’t say anything.