Poetry about wood

The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.

-Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain"

Gao Jing fights for every grass and tree, and worries about wine all his life.

-Xu Ning's answer to the white bow

If you don't plant it in the mud in the horizontal pond, the two plants will laugh at each other.

-Cui Lu's "Mountain Lotus"

Dry up beside the cliff, the credit comes from the years.

-Weng Tao's "Dead Poems Calling for Life"

Near Nanshan Temple in Guo Cheng, it is deep, with graceful trees and Zen forest.

-Shi Jun's Nanmu of Guangfu Temple in Tiba Area

When the color is green, there is no place to give the evening haze.

-Wang Wei's "Wangchuan Collection Mulan Zhai"

On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower.

-Liu Yuxi's "The First Meeting in Yangzhou to Enjoy Lotte"

A secluded place with bamboo paths, branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat.

-Chang Jian's "Zen State after Broken Mountain Temple"

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.

-Du Fu's Hope for Spring