1, solitary orchid grows in a secluded garden, and the grass is full of weeds. Although the sun shines brightly in spring, I feel sorry for the crisp moon in autumn. -Tang Li Bai's "Antique"

2. The secluded valley of Lansheng is unknown, and the exotic species keep my fragrance ―― Hao's "Guang Qun Xiang"

3, hand-cultivated two or three plants of Lanrui, warm wind and the next day. -Yuan Yu Lu Tong's "Singing Orchids"

4, orchids, empty mountains, the beauty of love is invisible, cracks are written in the window. You blue flower, He Feifei, the world has been praised by Pei Zi. I want to regard it as Pei Wei, and I am independent of others. Your orchid, for whom, blooms, dew and cold wind smell old. -Liu Ming Bowen's Orchid

I love orchid and exotic fragrance, and I don't want to flatter the color of Chunyang. -Xue Mingwang "Orchid"

6. In the deep mountains of Lansheng, the fragrance is fragrant. I want to reward the world and move it to the high hall. -Chen Ming Ru Yan's Lan

7. When the new makeup stopped picking orchids, I suddenly saw a single-minded spit. -Qian Qing Qian Yi's "Four Poems of Tongxin Lan"

8, Lan Tuxiu Qiaolin, still from the roots. -"Singing Orchids"

9. As you know, the fragrance is only dark. Since there is no gentleman worthy of admiration, it is not the decline of the country. The Millennium comes early, and the spring breeze comes every night. Why don't you be a grass? Fenfu has everything he wants. -"Orchid" by Tang Cuitu.

10, solitary orchid grows in a secluded garden, and the grass is a weed. Although the sun shines brightly in spring, I feel sorry for the crisp moon in autumn. First frost early, green dare not rest. If there is no breeze, who will deliver the fragrance? -Don Li Bai's Orchid Poetry

1 1, Lansheng Valley is unknown. I am a guest in Dong Xuan. Knowing that clear powder can remove filth, I feel more sympathy for the delicate leaf cream. The roots are dense, the fragrance is fragrant, and the shrubs are shaded in the afternoon. If you want to leave me, I'll read the songs of Chu in front of you. -Qing Liu Hao's "Guangfang Qunpu"

12, eternity is really this flower, not asking for Wen Da, just asking for haze. Pick firewood or fear the road, but also take a mountain to build. -Xie's "Mountain Orchid"