Yong Willow by He Zhizhang
The jasper is as high as a tree,
Ten thousand green silk threads hang down.
I don’t know who can cut it carefully,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Spring Outing at Fengle Pavilion Ouyang Xiu
The sun is setting over the red trees and green mountains,
The grass in the long suburbs is endless green.
Visitors don’t care about spring or old age,
They step on fallen flowers in front of the pavilion.
Boancing at Guazhou Wang Anshi
Jingkou Guazhou is separated by water,
Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains.
The spring breeze has a green south bank of the river.
When will the bright moon shine on me?
Recalling Jiangnan by Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good,
I am familiar with the scenery.
When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as the fire.
When spring comes, the river is as green as blue.
I can’t forget Jiangnan.
Jiangnan Spring
Thousands of miles away, orioles sing green and reflect red,
Shui Village Mountain Guo Wine Flag Wind.
There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty,
How many towers are in the mist and rain.