Flowers
The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is filled with flowers and trees. (Chang Jian's "Inscription on the Zen Temple Behind Poshan Temple")
There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and the swallows return as if they have known each other before. (Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sand")
The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves. (Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake")
Grass
There are many trees and luxuriant grasses. (Cao Cao's "Viewing the Sea")
The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes. (Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields (Part 3)")
Beans are planted at the foot of the southern mountain. The grass is thick and the bean seedlings are sparse. (Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields (Part 3)")
On the edge of the secluded grassy stream, there are orioles singing in the deep trees. (Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream")
Qingchuan is surrounded by Hanyang trees and luxuriant grasses in Parrot Island. (Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower")
Wood
People in the deep forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine. (Wang Wei's "Zhuli Pavilion")
The trees are all in autumn colors, and the mountains are only covered with sunset. (Wang Ji's "Ambition")
The best thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital. (Han Yu's "Early Spring Presented to the Ministry of Water, Zhang Shiba Yuanwai")
Birds
The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring streams. (Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream")
The flowers splash with tears when I feel sad, and the birds are frightened by the hatred. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")
Where can I get the hometown book? Return to Yanluoyang. (Wangwan's "Under the Cibeigu Mountain")
The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth. (Tao Yuanming, "Drinking (Part 5)")
Early orioles are vying for warmth in several places, and new swallows are pecking at the spring mud.
(Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake")