In ancient poems, it is revealed that the author has environmental consciousness or natural consciousness:
1, "Xu Yiqing seeks fruit for planting"
Du Fu
Caotang wants to plant fewer flowers today, so don't ask green plums and yellow plums.
In stalagmite street, I went home. In the orchard, I looked for it.
2. Play like a pine tree
Su Shi
When I was a teenager, I planted pine trees in Donggang.
At first, moving an inch was as trivial as transplanting rice.
In the second year of Huang Mao, I saved wheat and awns one by one.
Three years out of Peng Ai, scattered cattle and sheep all over the mountain.
I haven't seen you for more than ten years, and I want to be a dragon snake.
The wind and waves are broken at night, and the morning dew is fragrant.
I want to eat its cream. I cut down hundreds of mulberry trees.
How well-behaved personnel are, but the magic medicine is slim.
When we get to Qi 'anye, we will cut the road.
You can open a turtle and snake hole and do not hesitate to hurt yourself.
Even if you don't get poria cocos, you should pick up the fat ones.
Kettle in and out, first frost scattered in Jiao Ran.
Kill three Peng Qiu for five grain baths.
The blue bones are condensed with green flesh, and the abdomen emits a faint light.
He Zudao, with gray hair, should use both eyes.
But 500 years later, riding a crane returned to his hometown.
3. There are two ideas for reading in the Living Water Pavilion.
Chu Hsi
Half an acre of square pond opened, and the sky was overcast.
Ask the canal to be so clear, because there is running water at the source.
4. Send an old monk
Wang Jian
Because of my age, I began to study and study.
After the snow, I often lie at the same table, and I didn't save two mountains after spending it.
The hunter begged for the injured goose at the bottom of the arrow, and the fisherman begged for live fish at the end of the pole.
I'm always worried about dust, but I don't know it's hard to get rid of the disease.
5. Farewell to Grass/Fordham Grass
Bai Juyi
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.