What are some poems similar to "Birds depend on the trees by the pool and knock on the door of the moon"? Wang Anshi wrote it.

Jia Dao took part in the imperial examination for the first time and lived in Beijing. One day, he remembered two poems on the donkey's back: "Birds live in trees by the pool, and monks knock on the door on the moon." I wanted to use the word "push" again, but I couldn't decide to refine it, so I chanted on the donkey's back and reached out to make a deliberate gesture. I am surprised to see such a person as him. At that time, Han Yu, acting as the chief executive of Beijing, was patrolling with horses and chariots. Jia Dao unconsciously went to the ceremony of Han Yu in the third quarter and kept gesturing. This was suddenly pushed to the front of Han Yu by the attendants around. Jia Dao truthfully answered the poem, but he couldn't decide whether to use the word "push" or "knock", so he left the immediate matter behind and did not know how to avoid it. Han Yu stopped to think for a long time and said to Jia Dao, "It is good to use the word' knock'." So they rode home side by side on donkeys, talked about the methods of writing poems together, and were reluctant to leave each other for several days, so Han Yu and Jia Dao forged a deep friendship.

Legend has it that Wang Anshi changed many words in the manuscript when he wrote the poem Spring Breeze is Green in Jiang Nanan in Guazhou. He first used "to", then changed it to "to", then changed it to "to" and then changed it to "to", which was not satisfactory. He revised it many times and finally chose the word "green". The word "green" is well used. A word "green" vividly describes the spring breeze in the south of the Yangtze River, giving people a touching feeling. This poem is a description of the scenery, touching the scene and laying a good foundation for the lyric of the next sentence.

Boarded Guazhou

Wang Anshi in Northern Song Dynasty

Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.

The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?