Poems praising willow, grass, waterfall and West Lake

Lushan mountain:

Wanglushan Waterfall

li po

Rizhao incense burner produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of Sichuan.

Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days.

Grass:

Say goodbye to the ancient grassland

Bai Juyi

The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season.

Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze.

Plum blossom:

Chinese plum

Wang Anshi

There are some plums in the corner.

Ling cold drives alone.

Distant knowledge is not snow,

Because a fragrance comes with the breeze.

Willow:

willow

[Tang] He

Jasper dressed up as a tree, hung with ten thousand green silk tapestries (tāo).

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Spring rain:

Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

Du Fu

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

West Lake:

Drinking in the lake is clear after the rain.

Su Shi

The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.

If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.