The poem painted by Chuncao in this article is original.

The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke from the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, and the shadow of Hong Fei. Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers. In the spring of the third year, the vegetation in Nanyuan was new for a while. There is no fish and no water in the river, and vigorous grass is famous. Buddha's head is covered with dung and short, which is popular recently. I didn't have a chance to visit Fan Gongting, and I also remembered famous aphorisms. When the moon is high, you are alone, and the grass on earth is sad. Give a meteor a colorful cloud, and idle weeds are diligent. Last year, I was ashamed of my appearance, and I didn't see any new poems. Mao Mao is wet with rain. The grass looks close to the old grass, but there is no unbreakable swallow song. The horses neigh and the grass is green. Remember the blue silk skirt and pity the grass everywhere. The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? S moss marks green, grass color enters the curtain, willow cotton blows green branches. There is no grass anywhere in the world, and the endless grass on the plains comes and goes with the seasons. They have never been completely consumed in wildfires, and they have grown taller in the spring breeze. The warm wind in sunny days breeds wheat. When the green grass wins flowers, the rain on the wall hangs down the fine grass, and the wind on the water returns to the settlement to blossom, but how much love does an inch-long grass have? It is reported that in the third spring, the wind and grass are blowing, and cattle and sheep are becoming more and more attractive. Only shallow grass can be less green than horseshoe grass, the flowers are white, the flowers are covered with toads, and the trees are crowded with cold-soaked flowers and herbs. In February, the sky was gray, wild and windy.