The poem that embodies the beauty of color is as follows:
"Recalling Jiangnan" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to me. 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. Can you not remember Jiangnan? Spring in the south of the Yangtze River is so beautiful. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, shining the flowers on the river redder than red, and the green river water is greener than the blue grass. Bai Juyi drew pigments from the sun, river flowers, river water, flames, and blue leaves. He used both drying and contrasting techniques to alternate and intricately combine them with appropriate metaphors, thus forming a vast and colorful picture that is endlessly memorable. .
"Xingxiangzi: Trees surround the village" Song Dynasty Qin Guan Trees surround the village and the pond is full of water. Leaning on the east wind, wandering happily. The small garden is full of spring sunshine. There are peach blossoms red, plum blossoms white, and cauliflower yellow. Far away from the wall, there is a thatched cottage. A bright green flag, beside the Liushui Bridge. Occasionally, I took advantage of the opportunity and walked through Donggang. The orioles are singing, the swallows are dancing, and the butterflies are busy. In the village in spring, green trees surround the village, spring water overflows the pond, and the small garden is small, but it contains all the spring glory. The peach blossoms are red, the plum blossoms are white, and the cauliflower is golden.
Qin Guan used line drawing techniques and simple language to describe the small garden and various colorful spring flowers, outlining a pastoral scenery with bright spring and all things blooming.
"Bodhisattva Barbarian·Big Cypress Land" Mao Zedong Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, who is practicing dancing in the air with the colors? The sun sets again after the rain, and the mountains are green. There was a fierce battle back then, and bullets made holes in the village wall in front of it. Decorating this mountain will make it look better today. A rainbow of seven colors hangs in the sky, as if someone is dancing with colorful silk. After the shower, the sun of hope rose again, and the green mountains appeared and disappeared again.
The author uses seven colors to describe the brilliance of the rainbow. The whole poem contains the splendor of the rainbow, the red of the setting sun, and the white of the village walls, but the main colors are the blue of the sky and the green of the mountains. It is truly "painting within poetry" and "poetry within painting". The whole picture is rich, harmonious and full of vitality.