Poetry about the senses

Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes. -Bai Juyi's spring outing in Qiantang stopped loving Fenglin late, and the frost leaves were red in February. -Du Mu Mountain is full of green flowers, and the water town is full of wine flags-Du Mu Jiang Nanchun, but now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers I folded. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn has Touch". A faint fragrance wafts in the moonlight dusk. -Lin Hejing's "Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden" Vision, smell and hearing: The oriole is hidden in the green leaves, the bamboo curtain is separated from the swallows, and the stove is still fragrant. When a sad dream woke up, the setting sun shone deeply in the courtyard. -Yan Shu's "Liang Zhu"