The bottom of the gloomy ravine is loose, leaving seedlings on the mountain, one inch in diameter, one stem, and the hundred feet are overcast. (Jin Taikang Zuo Si)
There are pine trees 100 feet big and 10 yards around. They were born at the bottom of the canyon, cold and crude. (Don Bai Juyi)
The snow pressed the pine and cypress, and the pine and cypress stood tall and straight. (Rola Chen)
Moss is slippery, not rain, but singing. (Tang Hanshanzi)
The wind in the pine gate sweeps itself, and the snow in the waterfall is hard to disappear. (Tang Huangfu Zeng)
The pines are shaded, and the west of the road is clear. (Don Xu Hun)
Monks are cold on the rocks between pines, and the stream is rushing in the middle of the night. (Don Lu Guimeng)
Through the juniper sword, the palace is surrounded by five peaks. (Song Xia Song)
The breeze blows the dew, and the fragrance is moist. (stone)
The two corridors are full of color, and the sound of nine miles is loose. (Song Hongshi)
Should be guarded by mountain gods. As soon as the wind relaxed, it swept away the dust. (Song Taizhang)
Micro-singing the bright moon in the sea gives birth to rock laurel, and laughing long without romantic pine. (Song Hesun)
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)
There is also a song praising grass: wildfire never completely devours them, but they grow taller in the spring breeze (Bai Juyi. Farewell to the ancient grassland)