What are the ancient poems describing boughs and flowers?

1, "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River" Du Fu [Tang Dynasty]

Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low.

The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.

The path around Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers bend the branches low from the ground. The frolicking butterflies are hovering and dancing among the flowers, and the free little oriole is sweet and moving.

2, "Cold Chrysanthemum/Painting Chrysanthemum" Zheng Sixiao [Song Dynasty]

Flowers can't bloom, and independent fences are not poor.

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

Chrysanthemum is in full bloom in autumn, never interacting with flowers, and it is independent and hedged, and its taste is not bad. I would rather wither and die on the branches than blow in the cold north wind!

3, "There are strange trees in the court" anonymous [Han Dynasty]

There are strange trees and gorgeous green leaves in the court.

Climbing a pole and folding its glory will be a legacy.

The incense is full of sleeves, and the road is long.

How expensive is this thing? But I can't feel the time.

There is a beautiful tree in the yard, full of green leaves, which sets off many flowers. I climbed up the branch and picked one, and wanted to give it to someone who missed me day and night. The fragrance of flowers permeates the sleeves of my clothes, but it is too far away to reach my sweetheart. Not that this flower is precious, but I want to express my thoughts through this flower, because I have been away for a long time.

4, "Wu Xinyi" Wang Wei [Tang Dynasty]

The branches of the topmost hibiscus flowers are full of scarlet calyx in the mountains.

The mouth of a stream is silent, without a trace. They open and fall.

The magnolia flowers on the branches are blooming in the deep mountains, and the calyx is bright red, red and white, which is very beautiful. There is no one at the mouth of the canyon. As time goes on, it blooms and its petals fall off.

5, "Cold Night" Du Lei [Song Dynasty]

On a cold night, guests come to tea for wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling red at first.

As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month.

There are guests visiting in winter night, and a cup of hot tea is served as wine. Sitting in front of the stove, the charcoal fire in the stove just turned red and the water in the pot boiled. Moonlight shines on the window, which is no different in peacetime, except that some plum blossoms bloom faintly in the moonlight.