What poem does "Another Year of Grass Green" come from? What is the whole poem?

Another year's grass green comes from Lao She's KengYunXi Mountain Villa. The whole sentence is: another year of grass green, still ten miles of peach blossom red.

Interpretation: It's spring again. All kinds of grass in the suburbs are green and fragrant, and the continuous apricot trees are full of pink flowers, which are still so brilliant and charming.

"Another year of grass green, or ten miles of peach blossom red." It is a beautiful scenery, which depicts the prosperity of spring and places people's yearning and pursuit for a better life.

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With "another year of grass green, still ten miles of peach blossom red." Similar to an ancient poem describing spring:

1, this spring morning, I woke up carefree, surrounded by birds singing-Tang Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

Interpretation: I slept sweetly until dawn in the spring night, only to hear a bird chirping outside the window when I woke up.

2. Spring can't keep the garden closed, but an apricot leaves the wall —— Ye Songshao Weng's "The Garden is Worth a Visit"

Interpretation: The spring scenery in the garden can't be closed, and a blooming apricot tree is quietly sticking out of the wall.

Besides firecrackers, the spring breeze also brings warmth to Tu Su. -Wang Anshi's "Yuan Ri" in the Northern Song Dynasty

Interpretation: The year ended with firecrackers, and the spring breeze injected the warmth and joy of the New Year into the Tu Su wine in the cup.

4, good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -Tang Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"

Interpretation: What a spring rain! It seems to know the change of seasons. In spring, it comes naturally. It floats quietly with the gentle wind at night, nourishing everything gently and silently.

5. Bees and butterflies have climbed over the wall, but they suspect that spring is nearby. -Tang Wang Jia's "Beautiful Spring"

Interpretation: Bees and butterflies trapped by bitter rain for a long time are finally looking forward to a good Spring Festival. They flew to the small garden with the same happiness as poets, thinking that they could feast on spring scenery among the flowers, but it was empty. The small garden had no flowers and leaves.