I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. "Ode to the Willows" by He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty
When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. Bai Juyi's "Remembering the South of the Yangtze River"
Huang Si's natal family is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging low on the branches. The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease. Du Fu's "Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers"
The jasper tree is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. "Ode to the Willow" by He Zhizhang
The river and mountains are beautiful in Chiri, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass. The mud melts and swallows fly, and the sand is warm and mandarin ducks sleep. Du Fu's "Quequatrains"
The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and the willows are new. Wang Wei's "Send Off the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi"
Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky. Du Fu's "Quequatrains"
Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. Su Shi's "Huichong's "Evening Scene on the Spring River""
In front of Xisai Mountain, egrets fly, and peach blossoms flow into the flowing water, where mandarin fish are fat. Zhang Zhihe's "Fisher's Song"
The garden is full of spring scenery and cannot be contained, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall.
Ye Shaoweng's "A Visit to the Garden Is Not Worth It"