Who has written poems about grass?

Poetry about grass: the grass on the tree, Li Bai, a bird with the title of Noda grass, strayed into the dead mulberry. The ground is not so easy to be uprooted and rooted in the soil, and it will not die in spring. Although the vegetation is ruthless, because mutual dependence can still exist. Why do leaves and leaves on the same tree have different fates? Li Bai, who saw the Chinese Pulsatilla in the weeds, got drunk and went to the Tianjia wilderness to sing. In the grass, there are Chinese Pulsatilla. Fold the mirror, and everything will decline with the temples. Slightly fragrant like a slap in the face, I hate the east wind. Chang Xin Cao (a long letter to the palace, a song to express resentment) Cui Chang Xin Gong Cao is sad every year. Therefore, the invasion of beads does not make jade step away. The Spring Grass Palace yearns for the invisible king of Liu Changqing, and the fragrant grass is the spring scenery of the old palace. Or use the color of the skirt, green to show the Chu people. Provincial experimenters entered Liang Zhong Wudongheng Chuncao, where there was a piece of Lingcao and a stream beside it. This is a mess of raspberry moss color, but it is still fragrant. It is called a far scholar, and it is held to serve the Ming king. North Que Yan lives close, and Nanshan lives longer. Gold paste is wonderful, stone marrow is not good. Touch a drop and you won't die. Weeding rhododendron is harmful to people, so why bother to repair it? Its poison is very stinging, and its abundance is countless. Walking in front of the forest in the morning, the river color is still there. How can I stay in the high autumn when the thorn pierces my eyes? When the frost is wet, it is difficult for the leaves to stay. Lotus hoe is naive and still begging. Turn to the middle of the water, is it like a fishing boat? Stubborn roots grow easily, and dare to make them higher. I feel more relaxed and quiet because of the wide obstacles. You can't be embarrassed, and you can't believe in illness. The grass in the court is cold and blue at the beginning, and it comes into sight in spring. Old leaves are raised low, and new leaves are heavy. You should go into battle lightly, and there will be repeated confessions when there is a banquet. Look at the flowers with the order of the festival, and dare not be strong. Jiang Chuchun sent the judge Lu Huangfu Ranjiang and Hehe. Miscellaneous weeds are constant, they want to live. Far away in the sky, leisurely, the rain is deep and the smoke is shallow. Look embarrassed, worry increases, but the pace is slow and embarrassing. Li Pu Xi Xiang Bin, Si Fujun Xi sent beautiful women. Chu Xiang Road, Xi, Wu Zhou District, far away from the isolated city, Yi Xi defends alone. When the new moon can separate the dew, the setting sun shines in the sky. Ask what you want, it's too late to drown in the whirlwind. Tingzhou is full of grass, and Wang Sun is willing to read Home Returning Day. Dongfeng Pavilion is endowed with a cold current grass. Tourists can't get tired of seeing the grass beside Dongli Creek. Yu Fang is old in a secluded place and looks cold in a dark color. Fortunately, I am very satisfied with my feelings and have not been rewarded with green. Chuncao rumor Gu Kuang Chuncao didn't understand the lines, so he took people to the east. January and February are full of colors, and Wan Li is thousands of miles away. It was endowed with the grass of the royal garden. In the shady imperial garden, Yao grass has long sunshine. Dysprosium contains smoke, and there is a faint sunset. The rain is denser and the wind is warm and fragrant. Hold the edge of the staff and ride into the chapter. Wet smoke can't shake, and the fine shadow is messy. If you are always afraid that it is too late, who can tell the difference? Caocao, caozhang. Discount, look. Being born everywhere will make people old. The golden palace is made of jade, and the ancient road is deserted. Qingqing is thousands of miles away. It's early spring. Every time the north and the south leave, they pour things one by one. I am a mountain man, chatting with Wang. Longchi Spring Grass Chen Yi Youth Guangfeng Garden, fine grass all over Longchi. Qu Zhu crossed the apple leaves and went back to the pond to provoke willow branches. The wind blew and I tried to leave the shore. The ribbon golden dike is quiet, and the shade is connected with Yushu. The sun is floating and the waves are moving unevenly. Whether it is farther than life, Fang Xin doesn't know. Hu Ling's "xianggong" saw what the new orchid was, and ordered Liu Yuxi to be the grass in front of the national court and move it to Xunzi in Hanshui. Although Zhumen is different, Yushu is cloudy. Brilliant colors condense and spread, and the fragrance never returns. Guanghua juvenile Pei has a soft heart. Cherish the night in Philip Burkart and enjoy the solitude in the air. Those who send a message to know each other play the piano in the wind. The scenery of the province is floating on the grass. Liu Yuxi is bustling with beautiful spring scenery and lush green grass. The calendar is chaotic and fresh, and each has its own shortcomings. At first glance, I suspect that I am in cotton and have a little money. The shadow breaks through Lambert, and the fragrance turns to clusters. The smoke is colorful and dewy. Fortunately, due to the adoption date, this is Fang's era. Say goodbye to Bai Juyi's ancient grass, the boundless grass on the plain, which comes and goes with the four seasons. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection. Grass in the tree Zhang Hu Grass in the tree is not dangerous to support its roots. Grass grows a tree but dies. You can know glory and death. Hurt grass like a guest, die first every year. There is no reason to accompany the flowers, just because of the wind for the time being. Grass in the yard Cao Ye The grass in the yard is very shallow, and nature has done nothing. I dare not complain about the spring breeze. In the residual rain south of the abandoned garden wall in Ye Luo, the color of robes is velvet. The faint fragrance secretly stirs the footsteps of tourists, and far green is the only way. The three Chu people hate their guts, and it's hard to meet them outside the gate of Wuhou. Every year, there is a spring breeze with 10,000 wheels. In Tianjie on the banks of Qujiang River, there are many chariots and horses in both places. Unlike seeing you in Nanpu, half and half. Enjoy spring (one is fragrant grass and the other is a spring outing). The fragrant grass in Ye Luo is warmer and greener, and the road to leisure is temporary. Check human affairs every year, only the spring breeze does not love the world. Don Yan Qian, Chuncao, entered the pond with his dream, but he was not in Jingu. The green wind blows all over the world year after year. Spring grass Tang Yanqian went around the roadside from north to south, and there were roots everywhere. Growing up is always a heartless thing, and it has been blowing for another year. Spring grass in Qujiang is in the valley, flowers fall on the bank of the river, warm smoke disappears, and the color of rain and grass is far away. Don't roll the incense wheel until it is green, and leave it to the sad people to get drunk. During my five or five years in Guanghua, I publicly visited the province to test Cao Chun's green poetry. The title is Zheng Gu Changhong's new work "Blood Stains", which covers the riverside. If you want to find a flower path, you must be fascinated by Cui people. The window screens meet and build by laying bricks or stones, which is beautiful in jade. The sky borrows a new sunny color, and the clouds bypass the sunset and spring. Grass and Wu Rong can't be dyed, and painting can't be obtained. When Changhong was alive, there should be no such color. Spring grass is green, the east wind blows, and the grass is new in color. Thousands of miles in depth, fighting for a spring. The tender leaves are in the smoke, and the fragrance moves to the shore. On the golden pool lighting day, the road is fragrant dust. How wide is the contribution of nature? Yang and force are self-balanced. Today, when it happens, I sincerely wish it a wonderful day. Spring grass is blue, Yin Wengui's fine grass is blue and sad, and there are thousands of faces in Nanpubin. Growing up is like hating farewell, and growing up hurts spring. Rain smoke is China Resources, and the sunset is fine and even. Flowers are sticky and colorful, and people win with softness. The shallow reflection reflects the water in the palace pool and faintly covers the dust on the road. Du Hui, if you can get married, swear to pay your debts. Grass Xu Yin waste garden wasteland is covered with green moss, and it is hard to open a long letter and hate. Gusu elk eats and thinks about food, whether the prince and grandson of Chuze will come or not. The color is tender like dyed blue juice, and the leaves are cut like scissors. After Zhao Yan's death, celebrities came forth in large numbers, and Guo Kuitai was a legend for thousands of years. Xu Yin, a roadside grass, made a ceremony in Qinyuan Bay, Li Ping, who taught the roots to the roadside. Bare-hoofed embroidered hub looks like a platform, but it is not glorious when it is glorious. Spring grass and fragrant grass are not only full of pools, but also sweet words in dreams. The spring breeze has enough power to reach the ancient city wall. Grass Su Zheng, sympathy for fatigue, dedication. Every year, I help the world. I plant the noble and the humble. Because there are many grasses, everyone who wants to pick them knows. If the branches are gods, how can the daughter be straight? Raw grass is not a crude drug, so it can't show virtue. It's nothing strange that crude drugs don't grow grass. The loyalty of the country lies in the minister's morality, and the suffering of the people lies in the medical strength. Cao Ling is like this, and there are many sages. Longchi Cao Chun Li Dong Longchi Qing Ban, Cao Fang next to Chichun. Swirl a long square to cover the shore, and you will not get dust all your life. The breeze is light and the dew is still. It's too shallow to take a step out of heaven, and it's too suspicious to go around the Royal Wheel. Did the fish find a reflection? The flowers are wet and fresh. Ken senior riverside, continuous Philip Burkart people. The grass on the roadside was green from Ye Chun to the beginning, and the car was squashed. Fuchiyama stepped down and came to the side of the road. Every year when there are people, when there are no horses. Luoyang city should be full of dust and dirt. The pond was endowed with the legacy of Chuncao, Chen Tao and Xie Gong, and Tenshindon was sandwiched in the pond. Where are the ancient people? Grass has been growing since spring. The color in the waves should be green, and the fragrance in the rain is new. Today is green, empty and sad for passers-by. Blessed riverside grass, middle reaches of Mei Chuncao, a few thoughts lingering. Rain by Gracilaria at dusk, smoke by Du Ruo Chuqing. The graceful egret stands, far called the blue waves. Farewell to Wang Sun, near Nanpu. The scenery is floating among the grass, the wind is coming and the grass is growing. Xu blows away from Cui, half floating. Leaves are like night dew, and clusters of suspicious sunset. The winding bright pearls shone all over the pond. Angelica dahurica still exists, and orchids are more fragrant. Who knows the knot, including thinking about Yu Fang. Scenery grass floats between the old fragrant hair and the grass of the king and grandson, and spring gives birth to the wind. The light was low and the shadows scattered in the sun. Move the apple gently and turn to the apple string gently. Smoke poured into the green fields and the sky was clear in the distance. The pan-colored pool is charming, fragrant and prosperous. No one in Qinghui doesn't like it. Scenery grass floating spring sand, the scenery is quiet. The light shakes, and Yu Yuli is still floating. It is difficult to turn over the seedlings slowly, and the leaves are soft. Blue smoke is bright, and red is sunrise creek. Resistance can overlap. Yes, who should have enough to eat? I was glad to hear from Fang Fang, so I stayed for a long time. Landscape grass floats and recovers. The slender spring grass is long and the scenery is late. Dysprosium has a new color and is far from fragrant. Vilen is a beautiful place with colorful ponds. It is best to hang dew and bring the sun. Shallow and deep floating green, light and beautiful, lingering fragrance. Be good at helping the warbler move and be auspicious. Longchi Song Di Feng Que spring grass is bright and Longchi grass is even in color. All the smoke waves are green, and the willows are new. Turn over the leaves to welcome the red sun, and borrow white apples. Wanderers want to stay in spring when it is dusk. I have won the gold medal, and I have long wanted to borrow the jade wheel. If Cui Hua is lucky, now is the time. The spring grass in Longchi grows warm and green in Longchi, and the sun is shining, even connected with the royal garden in spring. The windward stems are not withered, and the dew is still fresh. It's a step-by-step building, separated from miscellaneous apples. Sparse clumps are far away, and thin shadows fall lightly. It's late to attract people, so it's better to pick up Cui. Those who pity and give gifts are disappointed, cherish this time. Before the ceremony, spring grass was born on the unnamed river. Although the color is the same, Nangong Shu Jing is the first one. Open your shoes slightly, often before a lecture. The wind and dust are separated from the ground, and the forest is partial. I'm going to change it for every first frost and send it to Japan for the first time. Shadows are mixed with jungles, and glory will be connected with flowers. Philosophers don't shave, and business is booming in Fangnian. Yuanyang grass and snow peaches are green and fragrant, and each pair of Yuanyang is small. But the entertainment of spring is long, regardless of the early autumn wind. Spring grass is everywhere, plain and west. You can go deep into the partridge along the wandering road. Jinguyuan should be gone, and Fuzha tea is also lost. If you want to find Whelan Path, it's a desolate place. South street, spring grass and Song village, think a lot, and get a spring breeze without words. The flowers cut out a small piece of beautiful clear sky, and the leaves painted a green basket and laid it on the ground. I hate mountains and clouds by paying for incense and hanging shadows. Away from the crowd, I can't bear to be here, and tears fall out of my eyes. Yuan Guanchang's female poem (picking day lilies) was anonymous, but it was forgotten, just like rotten grass. Green hills and white clouds show off my arms.