The beautiful ancient poems about rapeseed flowers are introduced as follows:

"Cauliflower"

——Qianlong, Qing Dynasty

Yellow calyx and green leaves are thick , Qiancun Xinbu squeezes new oil.

Love his livelihood to benefit the people, not just idle flowers and weeds.

"Xugongdian, Suxin City"

——Yang Wanli of the Tang Dynasty

The fences are sparse and the paths are deep, and the flowers on the tree heads have not yet formed shade.

The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, which flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found.

"Revisiting Xuandu Temple"

——Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty

The hundred-acre courtyard is half covered with moss, and all the peach blossoms are in bloom.

Where did the peach-growing Taoist priest go? Liu Lang came to visit him before.

"Su Fengqu Monk's House"

——Tang Dynasty Wen Tingyun

The eastern suburbs are peaceful and fresh, and the fragrance is as far away as dust.

The tired horses stopped in the guest house, and the monks painted old friends on the wall.

The mulberry trees in the fertile fields are late, and the vegetable flowers in the plains are spring.

I miss Yan Jiase more, the white apples are swaying in the breeze.

"Inscribed on Liang Xianxun's Gongfang"

——Tang Dynasty Qiji

There is a high room on the side of King Wu's temple, with a curtain to the south and a long shadow.

The wild wind blows in the garden, the peach leaves are green, and the spring dew on the border is yellow.

The hanging lantern is silent behind you, and the front of the case is dim.

I know that there is a tiger stream in Mengqie, and the temple gate is broken and the monks in the community are dead.

"An Event on the Peaceful Road"

——Wang Wenzhi of the Qing Dynasty

The spring rain at night moistens the weeping poplars, and the spring water regenerates the dissatisfied pond.

Wherever the wind passes by the plains at sunset, the fragrance of cauliflower is mixed with the fragrance of bean flowers.

"Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons"

——Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty

The plums are golden, the apricots are fat, and the wheat flowers, snow and cabbage flowers are sparse.

No one passes by the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.

"Crying in the Night"

——Zheng Xunchu, Song Dynasty

The view of the Spring River is dim. Distinguish masts and masts. Infinite green wheat, yellow cauliflower. The hatred of the past and present, the tears on the horizon, the setting sun. It is not a place for slaves to live, but it is also desolate.