1. The green trees are adjacent to the village, and the green mountains and hills are sloping outside. ——Meng Haoran "Passing the Old Friend's Village"
2. Green ants' new fermented wine, small red clay stove. ——Bai Juyi "Ask Liu Nineteen"
3. Green bamboo enters the quiet path, and green radish blows on the walking clothes. ——Li Bai "Going down Zhongnan Mountain and passing Husi Mountain, where people stay and buy wine"
4. The upper steps are green with moss marks, and the grass is green into the curtain. ——Liu Yuxi's "Inscription on the Humble Room"
5. There are strange trees in the courtyard with lush green leaves. ——Anonymous "There are Strange Trees in the Courtyard"
6. The cloud scenery is beautiful today, the water is green and the mountains are bright in autumn. ——Li Bai's "Nine Days"
7. Entering the water, the light moves, and the green shadows appear in spring. ——Li He's "Bamboo"
8. Traveling outside the green mountains, boating in front of the green water. ——Wang Wan "At the foot of Cibeigu Mountain"
9. The screens are open against the sky, and the water and trees are as green as hair. ——Li Bai "After the chaos, Tianenliu Yelang recalled the old travel book and presented it to Jiangxia Wei Prefect Liangzai"
10. Waiting for my lover at dusk, the boat is green and the poplar banks are green. ——Chu Guangxi "Diaoyu Bay"
11. There are red oranges in the south of the Yangtze River, which are still green in winter. ——Zhang Jiuling "Feelings: There are Red Oranges in the South of the Yangtze River"
12. Swallow grass is like bisi, and Qin mulberry has low green branches. ——Li Bai's "Spring Thoughts"
13. The late footsteps in front of the door are covered with green moss. ——Li Bai's "Chang Qian Xing·Part 1"
14. Shuqi urges the yellow bird, and the clear light turns to the green apple. ——Du Shenyan "An Early Spring Tour with Jinling Lu Cheng"
15. The human face is nowhere to be seen, but the green waves are still flowing eastward. ——Yan Shu "Qingpingle·Small Characters on Red Notes"
16. The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules.
—— Weng Juan "April in the Countryside"