The Complete Collection of the Latest Poems Describing Crabapple Flowers
Crabapple flowers have an elegant posture and bloom like brocade. Since ancient times, they have been a famous flower enjoyed by both refined and popular tastes, long known as the “immortal among flowers,” the “imperial consort among flowers,” and the “noble among flowers,” with the reputation of “national beauty.” Lu You wrote in a poem: “Though gorgeous, it has no vulgar posture; the Supreme Emperor is truly wealthy and noble.” This describes the crabapple's gorgeous beauty and elegance. Below, let us take a look together at which poems and lyrics describe crabapple flowers!
"Crabapple"
Song Dynasty · Su Shi
The east wind curls softly, spreading a lofty radiance; fragrant mist hangs empty as the moon turns past the corridor.
I only fear that deep in the night the flower will fall asleep, so I burn tall candles to light her red adornment.
"Moved by Seeing Crabapple Painted on an Old Screen at the Post Station"
Song Dynasty · Lu You
Weary and vexed, I only wish to face the wall in long seclusion; how could this heart be as stubborn as stone?
Shutting my door then going out again, I sigh at old habits; stopping wine yet opening it once more, I am ashamed of my weak resolve.
In Chengdu in the second month the crabapples bloom, brocade wrapping the city, confounding the lanes and streets.
The Yan palace was most flourishing, called a sea of flowers; the mighty lords of the hegemonic state left traces behind.
Scarlet red and parrot green, utmost heavenly craft; layered calyxes and double bases dazzle in the morning sun.
A dream of prosperity suddenly blown apart; closing my eyes and thinking carefully, it still appears vividly.
Sorrow and joy seek each other out, how could this be easily known; old friends should remember the poems written while drunk.
Late at night, wind and rain at the Jiazhou post station; sorrowfully I face the screen and see the broken branch.
"Butterflies in Love with Flowers"
Song Dynasty · Ge Shengzhong
I only fear that deep in the night the flower will fall asleep.
Firelight shines on red adornment, contentedly keeping the guest to stay.
Phoenix candles by the thousand branches, flowers gazing all around; to dispel sorrow, where else should one seek?
The red light of the Han garden is no idle word.
Before the Qijing Pavilion, all are coral trees.
So please urge the cup and sound the libation drum; tomorrow, if the wind turns harsh, red rain will drift down.
"Living East of Dinghui Temple, Where Wildflowers Cover the Mountain and There Is One Crabapple Tree That the Local People Do Not Know to Value"
Song Dynasty · Su Shi
In the river town, miasma from the land makes plants and trees flourish; only this famous flower suffers in lonely seclusion. With a radiant smile among the bamboo fence, the peaches and plums all over the mountain are altogether coarse and common.
I too know the Creator has deep meaning, and so sent a beauty into the empty valley. Naturally wealthy and noble, born of heavenly posture, it does not wait for a golden plate to be presented in a splendid house.
Vermilion lips touched by wine bring a flush to the face; green sleeves roll back the gauze, red shining on flesh. The forest is deep, the mist dark, dawn light comes late; the sun is warm, the wind light, and spring sleep is full.
In the rain it has tears and is also mournful; under the moon with no one around, it is even more pure and gentle. The master eats his fill and has no affair; he strolls at ease, patting his belly.
Not asking whether it is a household or a monk's lodging, leaning on a staff he knocks on doors to look at tall bamboo. Suddenly he meets peerless beauty shining on decay; he sighs without words and wipes his sick eyes.
In this humble region, where could such a flower come from? Perhaps some busybody moved it from Western Shu. A inch-long root could not easily travel a thousand li; the one that carried the seed here must have been a swan.
Wandering to the ends of the earth, both are worthy of remembrance; for this I drink a cup and sing this song. Tomorrow when I sober up I will come alone again; snow falling in profusion, how could I bear to touch it.
"Good News"
Song Dynasty. Zhou Zizhi
Spring is as thick as a cup of wine, making the crabapple drunk and powerless.
Who dyed its jade flesh and plump face, making the color of rouge.
The wind and rain that send off spring are the most heartless; blowing the flowers to ruin is also to be pitied.
How would it be better to just keep the flowers here, and call the little maid to urge the beat.
"Spring Cold"
Song Dynasty. Chen Yuyi
In the second month at Baling, wind every day; the spring cold has not ended, frightening the garden keeper.
The crabapple does not spare its rouge color, standing alone in the drizzling fine rain.
"Like a Dream · Last Night the Rain Was Sparse and the Wind Sudden"
Song Dynasty · Li Qingzhao
Last night the rain was sparse and the wind sudden; deep sleep did not dispel the lingering wine.
I try asking the one rolling up the curtain, but she says the crabapple is still the same.
Do you know, do you know? It should be green fat and red thin.
"Yu Meiren"
Song Dynasty · Li Mixun
After the crabapple blooms, who rules the spring? Day after day the rain urges the flowers on. Pitiful is the new green spreading over the remaining branches. No longer seeing the fragrant cheeks mixed with powder, blushing with rouge.
Last year we joined hands listening to "Golden Thread." It was just where the flowers were flying. Growing old, I first of all cannot bear sorrow. When sorrow comes like this to bully the old, when will it ever end.
"Two Poems Written with the Younger Generation on Unopened Crabapple · Number Two"
Jin Dynasty · Yuan Haowen
Among the branches, new green layer upon layer; small buds deeply hide several dots of red.
Cherish the fragrant heart and do not lightly spit it out; for now let the peaches and plums make merry in the spring wind.
There are still many poems and lyrics describing crabapple flowers, such as Lu You's “Scarlet red and parrot green, utmost heavenly craft; layered calyxes and double bases dazzle in the morning sun.”, and Song Dynasty Liu Zicui's “With a secluded posture and gentle manner it plays in the clear spring; the plum lends it charm, the willow lends it lightness. After several nights of rain its fragrance still remains; dyed all over with rouge, it cannot be painted." and so on. Everyone can also go and appreciate them carefully.