There are no poems describing "thousand-year-old tree stumps sprouting". The poems about "trees" are as follows:
1. "There are Strange Trees in the Courtyard" Han Dynasty·Anonymous
There are strange trees in the courtyard with lush green leaves.
Climb the bar and lose your glory, leaving behind your thoughts.
The fragrance fills the sleeves, but the road is far away.
This thing is not expensive, but it will last forever.
2. "The Magpie Steps on the Branches·The Six-curved Balcony is Nestled against the Green Tree" V. Feng Yansi
The six-curved railing is nestled against the green tree. The willow tree is light in the wind and displays all its golden strands. Who moved the zither to the jade pillar and let the petrels fly through the curtain?
My eyes are full of hairsprings and fallen catkins. When the red apricots bloom, there is a sudden clear rain. When sleeping, the orioles talk gibberish, and the frightened and disabled good dreams are nowhere to be found.
3. "Xingxiangzi: Trees surround the village" Qin Guan, Song Dynasty
Trees surround the village and the pond is full of water. Leaning on the east wind, wandering in great excitement. The small garden is full of spring sunshine. There are peach blossoms red, plum blossoms white, and cauliflower yellow.
Far away from the wall, the thatched cottage is hidden. Beside the Yangqing Banner and Liushui Bridge. Occasionally, I took advantage of the opportunity and walked through Donggang. The orioles are singing, the swallows are dancing, and the butterflies are busy.
4. "Tian Zi Chou Nuer·Who planted the banana tree in front of the window" Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty
Who planted the banana tree in front of the window, filling the atrium with shade. The atrium is filled with shadow. The leaves are heartfelt, and the scrolls are still clear.
It rains in the middle of the night on my sad pillow. Bit by bit. I am worried that the people from the north are not used to getting up and listening.
5. "Youth Tour·Baling Bridge with Staggered Smoke Trees" Liu Yong, Song Dynasty
The Baling Bridge with staggered smoke trees is as beautiful as the previous dynasty. The decaying poplars and ancient willows have been climbed and broken many times, and they are haggard at the waist of Chu Palace. ?
The sunset is leisurely and the autumn light is old, and I am full of thoughts of separation. A song of Yangguan, the sound of heartbreak is gone, and I am alone with my orchids.