A poem describing the beauty of red

the wind is crimson, and the green leaves are covered with branches. -Du Mu's Poem of Disappointment

A setting sun is spreading in the water, and half the river is rustling and half the river is red. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Ode to the Mujiang River"

At sunrise, the river is red, but in spring, the river is as green as blue. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan"

I know the east wind, and it is always spring. -Song Zhuxi's Spring Day