Poems about yellow, green and blue

We look at the green trees around your village and the pale blue in remote mountainous areas (Meng Haoran, an old friend, collects chickens and millet). There are blue mountains in the north and white water in the east (Li Bai Farewell). Dark clouds press the city to urge, and light scatters the sun (Li He). What is snow like (Xie An), but it is not catkin, because of the wind (Xie Daowen)-this is a joint sentence. Colorful bloom is all over the floor, which seems to have been given to the broken well and the broken wall. What are the beautiful days like? Who is sad and who is happy? (The West Chamber). Mermaids shed pearl-like tears in the moonlight green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade in front of the sun (Li Shangyin, untitled). Huang Siniang's flowers are full of patterns, and ten thousand flowers are low (Du Fu and Huang Siniang's flowers are full of patterns)