The poems related to grass are as follows:
1. Traveling thousands of miles to join the army, you will pass through the mountains as if you are flying. "Mulan Poetry".
2. The beauty of Chu is thousands of miles away, so why would a traveler bother to take credit? Traveling geese meet in the fragrant forest, and choughs are noisy in the waiting hall. In spring, the grass along the river is blooming, and the flowers are blooming on the water. A bottle of wine in the east wind makes me miss home alone in the new year. Ouyang Xiu's "Early Spring Southern Expedition Sent to Friends in Luozhong".
3. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has deep vegetation in spring. The flowers shed tears when I feel grateful, and the birds are frightened by the hatred. The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust. Du Fu's "Spring Hope".
4. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. At night, all the clouds are dark, and the fire on the river boat is only bright. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city. Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain".
5. Beans are planted at the foot of the southern mountain. The grass is full of bean seedlings. Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields".
6. The grass in the forest is frightened by the wind, and the general draws his bow at night. Lu Lun's "Song of Saixia".
7. A short awning is tied in the shade of an ancient tree, and a staff and quinoa help me cross the east bridge. The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. "Queju" by Seng Zhinan.
8. The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I can hear the singing on the Langjiang River. Liu Yuxi's "Bamboo Branch Ci".
9. On the beautiful Surabaya coast, the boundless scenery is new. It is easy to recognize that in the east wind, there is always spring in a thousand colors. Zhu Xi's "Spring Day".
10. The orioles are singing thousands of miles away, reflecting the green river, and the wine flags are blowing in the mountains and rivers of water villages. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist. Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains".