2. The grass on the city is not high, and it hates the wind and frost early.
A poem by Liu Xu in the Southern Song Dynasty
A clump of grass is enough to hinder people, and a few feet of gossamer will cross the road. Northern Dynasties, Northern Zhou Dynasty, Geng Xin's "Spring Fu"
Spring grass is like a green robe, and autumn moon is like a round fan. Nan Xun bid farewell to Su Jiu.
5. Deep autumn grass is green. Nan Yun's poem Yi Dao Shi
6. The fragrant grass is delicious and colorful. Tao Jin Yuanming's Peach Blossom Garden
7. In summer, Ye Shuchun is green and the flowers are light crimson. Tang liqiao's "Xuan"
In the rain, the grass is green. Wang Wei's Wangchuan Bie Ye
9. Spring grass does not thank glory, and wood does not complain about autumn. Tang Li Bai's Sunrise and Moonrise
10. A small wind rippled on the grass bank, passed through the night, and blew to my motionless high-mast Tang Du Fu's One Night in a Foreign Country.