Aren't there too many poems with colors? Almost all landscape writers have sentences about colors, either bright or dark.
Yin Xia gave birth to a distant cave, and Yang Jing came back.
Looking up at the stairs, I saw the trees in the distance containing smoke.
The sideburns are drifting and confusing, and the sorrow turns to sigh, and the sorrow is lingering and the eyebrows are gathered, and the crowing is redder and pink.
Purple stems are full of waves, and red lotus is full of lotus. The green room is covered with green, and the yellow snail is fixed in the plain.
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I don't know if I understand correctly.