． The sky is clear, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep can be seen low. ("Chile Song")
2. The grass on the original plain grows brighter and wither every year. (Bai Juyi: "Farewell to Fu De Gu Yuan Cao")
3. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has deep spring vegetation. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope")
4. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light. (Meng Jiao: "Wandering Son's Song")
5. The dark grass in the forest is frightened by the wind, and the general draws his bow at night. (Lu Lun: "The Next Song")
6. At the foot of the southern mountain where beans are planted, there are few bean seedlings in the grass. (Tao Yuanming: "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields")
7. The road is narrow, the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes. (Tao Yuanming: "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields")
8. The lonely grass grows beside the stream, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees. (Wei Yingwu: "Chuzhou West Stream")
9. The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves. (Bai Juyi: "Spring Tour at Qiantang Lake")
10. The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close. (Han Yu: "Two Poems by Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water in Early Spring")
Liu in Poems
1. There are flying flowers everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind keeps the willow trees from falling. (Han Xiong's "Cold Food")
2. The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way, and the willows and flowers are dark and the flowers are bright in another village. (Lu You: "Visiting Shanxi Village")
3. The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. (Zhinan: "Queju")
4. The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored. (Wang Wei: "Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi")
5. Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets climbed into the sky. (Du Fu: "Quequatrains")
6. Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass. (Wang Zhihuan: "Liangzhou Ci")
7. The willows are green and the river is level, and I can hear the singing on the Langjiang River. (Liu Yuxi: "Bamboo Branch Ci")
8. Red hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. (Lu You: "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix")
9. The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital. (Han Yu: "Two Poems by Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water in Early Spring")
10. In this nocturne, I heard the broken willows, who can't help but feel the love of my hometown. (Li Bai: "Hearing the Flute in Luo City on a Spring Night")
2. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside. (Meng Haoran: "Passing the Old Friend's Village")
3. The bird stayed in the tree beside the pond, and the monk knocked on the door under the moon. (Jia Dao: "Inscribed on Li Ning's Residence in Seclusion")
4. The jasper is as high as a tree, and there are thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. (He Zhizhang: "Ode to the Willow")
5. Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom. (Cen Shen: "Bai Xuege Sends Judge Wu Back to the Capital")
6. Qingchuan is full of Hanyang trees, and the grass is luxuriant and Parrot Island is green. (Cui Hao: "Yellow Crane Tower")
7. Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased trees. (Liu Yuxi: "Rewarding Lotte at the First Banquet in Yangzhou")
8. The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water, which is clear and soft. (Yang Wanli: "Little Pond")
9. Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses, west wind and thin horses on the ancient road. (Ma Zhiyuan: "Tian Jing Sha: Autumn Thoughts")
10. Last night, the west wind withered the green trees. I climbed up to the tall building alone and looked across the road to the end of the world.
(Yan Shu: "Butterfly Loves Flowers")