The verses praising the thousand-year-old trees are as follows:
1. The green trees are close to the village, and the green mountains are sloping outside. ——Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Friend's Village"
2. The weeping poplars blow over the green water, making the spring breeze brighter. ——Li Bai's "Breaking Willows"
3. The willows on the small red bridge are half hanging, and the skirts are covered with gold robes. ——Nalan Xingde's "Shanhuazi·Xiaoli Red Bridge Willow Half Hanging"
4. The green mountains are like Daiyuan Village to the east, and the green long stream is catkin wind. ——Gao Heng's "Miscellaneous Odes of Spring"
5. The willow silk is long, the spring rain is thin, and the sound leaks outside the flowers. ——Wen Tingyun's "Geng Liuzi·Willow Silk Long"
6. Spring in Wuyuan comes late as usual, and the willows are weeping in February without hanging silk. ——Zhang Jingzhong's "Bianci"
7. The sky is filled with sorrow as the flowers are bright and the willows are dark, and I go up to the top of the heavy city. ——Li Shangyin's "Sunset Tower"
8. The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I can hear the singing on the Langjiang River. ——Liu Yuxi's "One of Two Poems on Bamboo Branches"
9. The new smoking ban willows, I think now, the green will reach the West Lake. ——Zhang Yan's "Crossing the River Clouds·The long-time guests from Shanyin recall Xihang in spring again and again, but they are sad and sad"
10. The old garden is deserted and the willows are new, and the spring songs can't be sung a cappella. ——Li Bai's "Su Tai Kan Gu"
11. Qingchuan is full of Hanyang trees and luxuriant grass on Parrot Island. ——Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower"
12. The lotus leaves in Muhu are smaller than money, and although there are many lying willows, they will not hinder the boat. ——Zhu Yizun's "The Song of Yuanyang Lake·Two of One Hundred Choices"
13. In the future, Haiyan people will fight for grass, and river plums have passed willow trees. ——Li Qingzhao's "Huanxisha · Spring Lights and Cold Food Days"
14. The jade flowers are sad and sad out of Fengcheng, and the willows are green downstairs under the lotus.
——Nie Shengqiong's "Partridge Sky·Farewell"