Ancient poems describing imperfect and beautiful scenery

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He Zhangzhi: "Liu Yong")

The first summer was peaceful, and the grass didn't rest. (Xie Lingyun: (Swim Stanley into the Sailing Sea ")

At the beginning of the month, the moon rises, the autumn tea is thin, and the thin silk gown does not change clothes. (Wang Wei: Autumn Night)

Just like this winter, we didn't stop the soldiers west of Hangukou from enlisting. (Du Fu: Military Vehicle Shop)