Poetry praising willow trees, grass, waterfalls and West Lake

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The flying current flows down three thousand feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen from the sky.

Xiaocao:

Wude the ancient grass to say goodbye

[Tang ]Bai Juyi

The grass on the original plain dries up and blooms every year.

The wild fire cannot burn it out, but the spring breeze blows and grows again.

Plum blossoms:

Plum blossoms

Wang Anshi

There are several plum blossoms in the corner,

Ling Han blooms alone.

I know it’s not snow from afar,

because there is a faint fragrance

Willow tree:

Yong Liu

[ Tang Dynasty] He Zhizhang

The jasper tree is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.

I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Spring Rain:

happy rain on a spring night

Du Fu

Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire.

Looking at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.

West Lake:

Drinking on the lake after the first clear and then the rain

Su Shi

The water is clear only when the water is shining, but the mountains are empty and covered with rain Also strange.

If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup.