What are the poems about the warm sunshine of metasequoia in winter?

1. It’s cold, but I feel like a clown with no one to warm my hands.

2. The onset of spring is early, and you don’t mind the cold alone. Afraid of falling flowers, no one cares to look at them.

3. The countless leaves of the metasequoia tree hang on the branches, like green feathers. When the wind blows, the leaves sway and dance with the wind. Look carefully, there is a thin petiole in the middle of the leaf, and needle-shaped leaflets are neatly arranged on both sides of the petiole.

4. Nobility and inferiority are like this, but the situation is that Quchi is flat. ——Shen Yue's "Composition in the Car of Prime Minister Yi Yi and His Son After the Winter Festival"

5. The towering metasequoia trees are covered with a large dark green military uniform and are arranged neatly, as if waiting for people's review .

6. Feeling unwell in the evening, I drove to Guyuan; the sunset was infinitely beautiful, but it was almost dusk. Li Shangyin's "Le Youyuan"

7. And now this winter, there are still many deaths in Guanxi. (Du Fu: "Army Chariots"

8.*** The east wind blows dreams several times, and we should be accustomed to the green screens and golden chariots in those days. ——Zhou Mi's "Xian Xian Yin? Hanging on the Pavilion with Plum Blossoms in the Fragrance of Snow"

9. The plum blossoms of my homeland return to my dreams, and I am worried about the loss of my green skirt.

——Kong Yi's "Nanpu·Lvhuai"