The most classic poem about roses:

1. Li Jianxun's "Spring Poems"

The sun is high and I am walking down the hall steps, the grass is thin and the spring sand is not embroidered shoes.

I folded a rose and used your hairpin to hold the phoenix hairpin.

2. Wen Tingyun's "Dance Songs·Qu Zhe's Ci"

The willows are green on the bridge, and the roses are red on the ground.

The embroidered shirt is made of gold and jade, and the flower bun is made of jade.

The fragrance of the rain is latent and moist, and the spring water is dark.

The dream of painting the building is over, and the sunny sun shines in the Xiang wind.

3. "Fragrant Tree" by Li Shuqing

Looking at the rose tree in spring, the Song family is next to it to the west.

The door is covered with dark leaves, and the wall is covered with flying flowers.

The shadows of the peaches are shallow, and the fragrance spreads across the plum path.

On the day, it turns to dust.

4. "Inscribed on Kaiyuan Temple Peony" by Xu Ning

It is difficult to grow this flower in the south, and I am ashamed that Monk Xian planted it deliberately.

The petrel looks at it frequently in sympathy, and the wasp lingers even more without knowing it.

It is useless to grow peony with jealousy, and I am ashamed to kill the rose and dare not bloom.

Only a few red calyxes are there, and their fragrance is just waiting for someone to leave.

5. Xu Wei's "Lamp Flowers"

It's better to burn silver than to burn it. Jiuhua blooms red and blooms roses.

It only blooms in the cold light of winter nights, not in a warm place near the spring breeze.

It’s hard to see it just because it can bring happiness, don’t pick it for fear of turning into ashes.

The greedy ointment is attached with heat and has many misunderstandings. It is a reward for moths.