We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. (Meng Haoran, "Passing the Old Village")
3. The bird stopped in the tree by the pool and the monk knocked at the door. (Jia Dao's "Li Ning's Seclusion")
4, jasper makeup into a tree height, ten thousand hanging moss tapestry. (He Zhangzhi's Liu Yong)
5. Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and dries the trees and pears. (Cen Can's Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home)
6. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Nautilus Island is a nest of herbs. (Yellow Crane Tower, Cui Hao)
On the 7th, Qian Fan and Wan Muchun were in front of the sick tree beside the sunken ship. (Liu Yuxi's "The First Meeting in Yangzhou")
8, the spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. (Yang Wanli's "Little Pool")
9, the old vines are faint, the bridges are flowing, and the ancient roads are thin. (Ma Zhiyuan, "Tianjingsha? Qiu Si ")
10, last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. (Yan Shu's "The Recent Flowers")
1 1, several early warblers compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at spring mud. (Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour")
Shu Aiqing
Tree after tree.
Stand apart from each other
Wind and air
Tell them the distance.
But under the cover of soil,
Their roots have been elongated.
In the unseen depths
They are wrapped around the roots.
white birch
I have Lanman's translator.
white birch
Birch tree,
Standing at my window,
Cover yourself with snow powder.
Like a silver inlay.
On that branch
Hanging a bunch of snow,
Furry branches
The white tassels are blooming.
In the deep silence,
The birch tree stood quietly,
That golden flame
Xue Huadian has escaped again.
Lazy morning glow
Snuggle up next to the birch tree.
The birch is silvered again.
The whole body is more dazzling
Baihua (Ye Saining)
There is a birch tree,
Standing at my window,
Covered with snow,
Like covered with silver frost.
On the furry branch
The ice is full.
Like a skirt made of snow—
The tassels sparkled.
Birch trees are shrouded in
Dreamy silence,
Golden Mars
Jump on the snowflake.
Sunset lazily
Shining around it,
Put more broken silver.
Spread all over the branches