What are the ancient poems describing trees?

Trees and paraquat are very lush. Autumn wind makes trees make sad sounds, and the sea is surging. (Han Cao Cao. Look at the sea)

There are many trees on Jieshi Mountain, and all kinds of grass grow luxuriantly.

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. (Tang Meng Haoran. Passing by the old man's village)

The green trees at the edge of the village are lush and connected, and the green hills extend obliquely outside the city wall.

Birds are freely perched in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door. (Tang jiadao. Li Ning's Seclusion)

Birds perched on the branches by the pool, and monks knocked on the door in the moonlight.

Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. (Tang He Zhang Zhi. "Singing Willow")

Like a tall willow dressed as jasper, long wicker is soft and light, like thousands of green ribbons hanging down and dancing in the spring breeze.

Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom. (Don Cen Can. A song of snow sends Tian Shuji Wu home)

Suddenly, it is like a spring breeze blowing overnight, like a pear blossom in full bloom.

Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass. (Don Ho Choi. Yellow crane tower)

The sun shines on the Hanshui Plain, and the trees in Hanyang area on the other side are particularly distinct. There is a place called Nautilus Island in the southeast of Hanyang. The grass on the island is extremely lush.

On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower. (Tang Liu Yuxi. "Yangzhou will enjoy Lotte for the first time")

Next to the sinking boat, thousands of ships fly by, and before the sick tree, thousands of trees spring.

The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes. (Song Yang Wanli. Koike)

Koizumi's silence is like cherishing the trickle of spring water, and the shade reflected on the water is like a soft scenery on this sunny day.

Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. (Ma Yuan Zhiyuan. Tianjingsha Qiu Si)

Withered vines, old trees, a listless crow flapped its wings and landed on the bare branches.

Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. (Shu. "The Recent Flowers")

I stayed up all night last night listening to the memories of the west wind falling leaves. The green trees withered because of the west wind all night. When a person climbs a mountain, his heart is full of emptiness and frustration, and he looks up and looks far away.