Poems about trees and grass

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. Ah, my friend's prince, it's sad that you left again.

The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke from the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, and the shadow of Hong Fei. Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.

In the spring of the third year, the vegetation in Nanyuan was new for a while.

The bird took the branches from the weeds, but got into the withered grass. The ground is not so easy to be uprooted and rooted in the soil, and it will not die in spring. Although the vegetation is ruthless, because mutual dependence can still exist. Why do leaves and leaves on the same tree have different fates?