1. "Grass in the Trees" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The bird picked up the wild grass and strayed into the dry mulberry. The roots of the guest soil are dangerous, but they will not die in spring.
Although grass and trees are ruthless, they can still survive because of their dependence. Like branches and leaves, each has its witherness and prosperity.
2. "Grass on the Road" by Fang Hui, Song Dynasty
The wilderness is set ablaze by wildfires, and the sun shines brightly with frost and snow. The cattle and sheep have nothing to eat, and the greenery will wither.
The heart of heaven and earth is not lost, and the roots and buds are dormant. As soon as the spring breeze blows, the color is still beautiful.
How to be attacked by soldiers, Li Shu couldn't protect himself. The tall door was broken first, and the big house fell down.
Occasionally, I encounter a hut, moaning and leaving children and old people behind. I am always afraid of the sound of horse hooves and being imprisoned if I am not guilty.
Fleeing into the deep valley, afraid of being bitten by tigers and wolves. Once there is a little recovery, there will be chaos after chasing Xu.
Whoever gave me the slightest advice advised me to stay early. Life is difficult, not as good as grass on the road.
3. "Miscellaneous Songs and Songs: Grass in the Trees" by Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty
The green trees and grass in the trees are not in danger of supporting their roots.
The grass grows and the trees die, how can you know the prosperity and decline of the king?
4. "The Journey of Strong Grass" by Wang Mian of the Yuan Dynasty
In ancient times, there were many strong grasses in the Central Plains, with festivals like Arrow bamboo flowers are like rice.
The white dew sprinkles the leaves and leaves are separated, and the October frost wind cannot blow them down.
The luxuriant leaves cannot reach the gate of Wang Sun, and the green leaves cannot cover the tombs of slanderers.
The wandering roots go straight down to the earth for a hundred feet, withered and prosperous, secretly holding the soul of a loyal minister.
I asked why the loyal minister died? In the Yuan Dynasty, the Han family did not surrender scholars.
The bones are buried and the blood is deep, the green light shines and the fishy wind rises.
Butterflies fly in the dark rain in the south of the mountain, and the unicorns are sad in the cold rain in the north.
Whose reason is there for the trembling heart? People may know that there are worries along the way.
Last night the east wind sounded the drum, and the skull danced its head.
Never mind the size of the land and the size of the house, the golden horse and bronze camel shed tears like rain.
Farewell to the ancient grassland of Fude
The grass in the original Lili... Withers and blooms every year...
Wildfires cannot be burned away... The spring breeze blows and grows again. .