Rain hits pear blossoms and closes the door, forgetting youth and missing it. A Plum Rain and Pear Blossom by Tang Yin.

Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach. Cui Hu's "South Village of Capital"

Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze. Cui Hu's "South Village of Capital"

"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk." The First Part of Lin Bu's Xiao Mei in the Mountain

It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to blow it into the north wind. Zheng Sixiao's Chrysanthemum

Waiting for the autumn of the eighth day of the ninth lunar month, Huang Chao's "The Last Chrysanthemum"

Peach blossoms are in full bloom, colorful and fiery red. Anonymous "Yao Tao"

How can plum blossom fragrance be without biting cold? Master Huang Berui's ode to the opening of class