What poems begin with colors? Ten starts, a hundred, a thousand and a million starts.

When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches.

Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers, and thousands of them are low.

Qingyang White Sand Embankment in under the greenwood tree.

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.

The mountains are tempered, and the fire is like a fool.

Thousands of miles away, it snows in Wan Li.