1. Hundreds of feet of forest leaning against the Buddhist altar, no one in the past saw this. There is no partiality for the hometown, and the floating world is like leisure. The sky is dark and green, and the cold weather should recognize the pillars. ——Cui Tu's "Inscription on the Ancient Pines of Jingzhong Temple"
2. Every inch of frost grows strong, and passers-by are still laughing in the sky. ——Cui Tu's "Jiansong"
3. The pine trees are still and the wind is beginning to settle, and the piano is clear and the night is about to fall. Occasionally, because of the movement of the crowd, I tried dialing to see. ——Bai Juyi's "Panasonic Qin as a Gift to Guests"
4. Stay under the eaves of the pine tree and spend half a day at leisure. ——Bai Juyi's "Song Zhai Occasionally Comes"
5. The pine tree decays for thousands of years, and the hibiscus flower rests for one day. After all, it is nothing, so why boast about years. ——Bai Juyi's "Gift to the People of Wangshan"
6. In Junli, the branches line up in front of the ancient temple. The darkness is not a day, and the greenness is not a year. The cold shadows are dark with smoke and frost, but the branches and leaves are bright in the morning light. It's quieter near the eaves, and the colors of the adjacent brickwork are brighter. ——Li Zhou's "Ancient Pines in the Temple of King Wenxuan"
7. The green land has just been acquired, and new plants have been planted in Hua Province. ——Li Zhengfeng's "Newly Planted Small Pines in the North of the Gongyuan Building"
8. The ground is towering, the dragon is holding the clouds, and the heavenly teachings are all talented. A solitary standard can be seen in the snow, and a long whistle can be heard in the wind. ——Li Shanfu's "Pine"
9. Repair the strips and brush the layers of Han. Dense leaves obscure the sky. ——Fan Yun's "Poem of Ode to Cold Pines"
10. There is nothing in the hall, ten pines are my steps. They stand in disorder without order, and their heights are uneven. The taller one is three feet long, and the lower one is ten feet lower. Like wild animals, I don’t know who planted them. ——Bai Juyi's "Ting Song"
11. Tall pines are outstanding trees, accompanying me to the end of the world. It's sunny when the guests disperse, and the monk comes and doesn't say a word. ——Li Shangyin's "High Pine"
12. Although small trees are naturally different, it is difficult to make all trees the same. ——Du Xunhe's "Inscription on the Small Pines in the Temple of the Tang Dynasty"
13. When the four pines were first moved, they were probably three feet strong. ——Du Fu's "Four Pines"
14. The wind sings from the sky all day long, but sometimes the sound of nature stops. If you ask him what his purpose is, you may be offended by ordinary people. ——Gu Kuang's "Thousands of Pines Ridge"
15. The waves of shaking river flattened Wu'an, and the fallen leaves of Songjiang River rippled. I often dream when I am an official, but I start to pass by as a guest. ——Bai Juyi's "Songjiang Pavilion with Optimistic Fishing Banquet"
16. The wind sings all day long, but sometimes the sound of nature stops. ——Gu Kuang's "Qiansongling"
17. The high rock surface is lush and dense, and the forest is deep and secluded. The crane roosts on the gentleman's tree, and the wind blows on the doctor's branches. The hundred-foot strips are in harmony, and the thousand-year-old shadow is covered with shadows. The cold weather will never change, luckily you know the strength of the festival. ——Li Qiao's "Pine"
18. The flowers are miserable, and the pines are so different. Going straight up to the ancient temple, the autumn breeze blows across the palace and is cold. A soft sound enters the turtle's eyes, and a piece of shadow perches on the top of the crane. There are so many beautiful trees in the mountains, but they are so pitiful. ——"Yan Pine in Xiao Temple"
19. The high rock surface is gloomy, and the forest is dense and secluded. ——Li Qiao's "Pine"
20. Although small trees are naturally different, it is difficult to make all trees the same. Half of the moon invades the monk's window, and the wind fills the guest's lap. The branches are brushing with moss and the cranes are calling the insects. It's not worth seeing now, it must be in the snow and frost.
——Du Xunhe's "Inscription on Xiaosong of Tangxing Temple"