Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud and protects the flowers even more (Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems on the Occasion of the 60th Anniversary of the Birthday of the Emperor"
Spring is full of gardens that are not shut away, and a red apricot is out of the wall (Ye Shao'weng's "Not Worth It in the Garden"
Western Palace, South of the South is full of autumn grasses, and the falling leaves are full of red not to be swept away (Bai Juyi's "Song of the Longest Hatred")
Mourning and weeping, the six armies are onyxed, and the crown is furious for the red face (Wu Meicun's "Round and Round Song")
Last year, today, at this gate, the peach blossoms of the human face reflect each other's redness (Cui Gu's "Question on the South Village of the City of Capitals")
The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely blue, and the lotus blossoms reflecting the sun are differently red (Yang Wanli's "Sending Lin Zifang out of the Temple of Jinci in the Morning"
The consort of a red horseback ride laughs, and no one knows that it is lychee. (Du Mu's "The Last Verse of Passing through Hua Qing Palace")
Waiting to recognize the face of the east wind, ten thousand purples and thousands of reds are always in spring (Zhu Xi's "Spring Day")
White hair floats on the green water, and the red palm plucks out the clear waves. (Luo Binwang's "Aria of the Goose")
The flowers of the river are red hot at sunrise, and the water of the river is as green as blue in spring. (Bai Juyi's "Remembering the South of the River")
Parking the car, I love the maple forest in the evening, and the frosty leaves are redder than the flowers in February. (Du Mu's "Walking in the Mountains")
Thousands of warblers cry in green and red, and wine flags wind up in the water villages and mountains. (Du Mu's Jiangnan Spring)
Looking at the red wet place in the morning, the flowers are heavy in Jin Guan Cheng. (Du Fu's "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night")
The red flag is half-rolled on the water, and the frosty drums are cold. (Li He's "The Row of the Imperial Guard at Yanmen")
The snow is falling at Regulator's Gate in the twilight, and the wind is blowing the red flag, but it is not turning it over. (Cen Sen, "The Song of White Snow and Pine: The Return of Judge Wu to the Capital")
The desert wind and dust made the sun dim, and the red flag was half-rolled out of the door of the yamen. (Wang Changling's "Marching from the Army")
Red beans are born in the south, how many branches do they sprout in spring? (Wang Wei's "Love Thoughts")
Don't splash the water, for fear of wetting the red lotus clothes. (Wang Wei's "Lotus Dock")
The grass knows that spring will not return soon, and all kinds of reds and purples will fight with the fragrant flowers. (Han Yu's "Late Spring")
The red dust of the Purple Strand comes to my face, and no one will ever see the flowers again. (Liu Yuxi, "In the 10th year of Yuanhe's reign from Lanzhou to Beijing, I gave a gift to all the gentlemen who watched the flowers")
A remnant of the sun is spread over the water, half of the river is red. (Bai Juyi's "Song of the Twilight River")
The red peonies at the front of the stairs are in despair, but only two branches are left in the evening. When the wind rises in the morning, I will blow them all away, so I will cherish the red peonies and watch the fire. (Bai Juyi's Peony Blossoms)
A song of labor is sung to ease the boat's journey, and the water of red leaves and green mountains flows rapidly. (Xu Hun's "Farewell to Xie Ting")
The red color of the brocade clothes takes away the brightness of the colorful sun, and the spring tour to the wild garden invades the dawn. (Meng Binyu's "The Journey of the Duke")
This is the first time I've ever seen the world.