Describe a green poem around you.

Liu Yong and Zhang Zhi

Jasper dressed up as a tree,

Ten thousand green silk threads hang down.

I don't know who to cut,

The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Fengle Pavilion Youchun Ouyang Xiu

Mangroves and green hills are dying,

The grass in the long suburbs is green and endless.

Tourists, whether they are old people in spring or not,

Step on the flowers in front of the pavilion.