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.
Oh, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you.
Zhu Shi [Qing] Zheng Xie
Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks.
After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.
Tang Bai Juyi's Ode to Chrysanthemum
Overnight, the new frost lit up the tiles.
Bananas have been defeated recently.
Only hedgerows are hardy,
The golden millet is clearer in the first light.