Qingchuan is surrounded by Hanyang trees and luxuriant grasses in Parrot Island. "Yellow Crane Tower" by Cui Hao
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
On a February day, the grass grows long and the orioles fly, and the willows brush the embankment and are drunk by the spring smoke. Gao Sheng's "Village Residence"
I insist that the green mountains will not relax, and the roots are still in the broken rocks. It has endured thousands of blows but is still strong, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south. "Bamboo and Stone" by Zheng Xie
There are ancient cypresses in front of Kongming Temple, with branches as thick as bronze and roots as stone. The frosty skin is raining forty meters around, and the black sky is two thousand feet high.
Du Fu's "A Journey to Ancient Cypresses"