The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Du Fu in Spring
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.
Zhuzhici Huangshentian
Luo Zhifan is always like a cloud, and fine grass is like a butterfly skirt.
Yuemu
The grass is separated from the tomb of the king of Hubei, and the stone beast is in danger.
Qingpingle. Villager Xin Qiji
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.
Wandering in Meng Jiao
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Untitled Chen jiamou
The hay falls with the eyebrows, and the flying flowers chase the cuckoo.
Farewell to Wang Wei
Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? .
Liu Yuxi of Wuyi Lane
There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.
The drizzle and rain in early spring
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.
Beginning of spring occasionally became Zhang Shi.
There is little frost at the end of the year, and the vegetation knows spring.
On Li Bai's Landing on Phoenix Terrace in Nanjing
Martial arts flowers were laid on deserted paths, and the number of relatives and friends in the Jin Dynasty has become a famine.
Hunting Wang Wei
The grass is yellow in autumn, and the eagle eye is sharper; When the ice and snow melt, the horseshoe is extraordinarily brisk.
Wei Wuying, on the Xixi River in Chuzhou.
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.
Beishan Wang Anshi
Counting the fallen flowers because I have been sitting for a long time, I found that the grass is already late.
Xuhu
In the tree full of red flowers and the jubilant crowd, orioles are singing, the shore of the West Lake is covered with grass, and egrets are flying on the calm lake.
Cao Xi in the spring dusk
The orioles in the Woods stopped crying, but came to the pond covered with grass alone to listen to the frogs.
Han Yu in late spring
Grass and trees know that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of reds and purples compete for Fang Fei.