Chinese Poems About Flowers

The plum blossoms at the corner of the wall

Blossom all alone in the chilly snowfall;

You can’t mistake them for snow mass from afar,

For a subtle fragrance keeps coming forth.

Between broken rocks striking my root deep,

I bite the mountain green and won't let go.

From whichever direction the winds leap,

I remain strong, though dealt many a blow.

Beside the broken bridge and outside the post-hall,

A flower is blooming forlorn.

Saddened by her solitude at night-fall,

By wind and rain she's further torn.

Let other flowers their envy pour.

To Spring she lays no claim.

Fallen in mud and ground to dust,she seems no more,

But her fragrance is still the same.