Beautiful poems describing trees and grasslands (69 poems)

First of all, the rain and smoke are indescribable, and the spring breeze is everywhere. Everything we know in Nanpu today is learned from Wang Sun.

Second, the petals float with the wind and the running water is fragrant.

Third, we look at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains.

Fourth, the eaves are low and small, and the streams are covered with green grass.

A peach blossom and a plum blossom, only the green grass is in the same color.

Sixth, the moss on the stage is green, and the grass in the curtain is clear.

Seven, trees, grass, grass.

Eight, the old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.

Nine, the moss on the stage is green, and the curtain grass is green.

Ten, rich grass and green grass compete for luxury, and good wood and green onions are pleasant.

Eleven, the wood is thriving, and the spring is blooming.

Twelve, dense birds fly, the wind is light and the flowers fall late.

Thirteen, Su Xiting grass is long, and who will lean on the east wind when it stops?

Fourteen, loose and cold, the blue sea is wider and clearer.

15, rotten grass is all the way through, Feng Dan cable is all Lin Hong.

Sixteen, cold and summer can not move, years can not be defeated, but pine and cypress.

Seventeen, the court at the grass-roots level shallow, natural inaction. I am depressed and dare not complain about the spring breeze.

Eighteen, Suzaku Bridge weeds, Wuyi Lane sunset.

Nineteen, strong grass does not rely on high winds, and zero frost changes; Green sunflower is good at welcoming the sky, which is fascinating.

Twenty, the old roots are strong, and the sun is more cloudy.

Twenty-one, wild flowers smile at guests, and fragrant grass makes people relaxed.

Twenty-two, I began to pity you under the window of Zhushan, and I won't change my mind until I return.

Twenty-three, awe-inspiring relatively dare to bully, it is not surprising to take Lingyun directly. From the root to the grave, there is no bend, only the stinging dragon knows.

Twenty-four, blowing small willow cotton on the branches, there are many fragrant grasses in the world.

On 25th, Jiang Chun refused to stay at home, and the grass sent horseshoes.

Twenty-six, the white head is planted with thousands of pines, waiting to see the frost wind in thousands of feet.

Twenty-seven, the spring breeze is a thousand branches, softer than gold and softer than silk.

Twenty-eight, the fine grass shook its head and suddenly reported to the farmer, and the shawl stopped a westerly wind.

Twenty-nine, after the rain, the willow branches are heavy and loose with deep smoke.

Thirty, the peaches and plums in the city are worried about the wind and rain, and the spring is at the head of the stream.

Thirty-one, lush vegetation, green grass, good wood lush and pleasant.

Thirty-two, beans are planted in Nanshan, and the grass is full of bean seedlings. The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.

Thirty-three, on the pavilion she painted, facing the red tower, the cornices are pink and green peach blossoms and willows.

Wicker curled up in the wind and grass was cut in the rain.

Thirty-five, the trees of Wanhe reach the sky, and the azaleas of Qianfeng crow.

Thirty-six, fragrant grass and sentient beings hinder horses, and there are good clouds everywhere in Gai Lou.

Thirty-seven, the grass on the city is not high, and the wind and frost hate early.

Thirty-eight, hate is like grass, still exists.

Thirty-nine, the grass is delicious and the English color is colorful.

Forty, I was alone in the grass, and there was an oriole singing in the tree.

Forty-one, there are thousands of miscellaneous trees in Chai Men, but there are no oranges in Dangan.

Forty-two, the wind ducks are green and sparkling, and the goose yellow curls.

Forty-three, moss stone net, fine grass is soft.

Forty-four, Lan Qiuxiang is immortal, loose and deep.

Forty-five, the grass does not thank the spring breeze, and the wood does not blame the autumn.

Forty-six, the micro-quality is annoying, and the heart finally wants to report the spring.

Forty-seven, a clump of grass is enough to hinder people, and a few feet of hairspring are crossing the road.

Forty-eight, willows and flowers are blooming, and grapes are blooming.

Forty-nine, every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Parrot Island is a nest of herbs.

Fifty, the breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, blowing to my still mast.

Fifty-one, the peaches and plums in the city are exhausted in an instant, and the struggle is like weeping willows.

Fifty-two, providence pity grass, the world is sunny.

Fifty-three, if the tree has feelings, it can't be obtained, and it is green.

Fifty-four, spring is full of mixed fragrance, and grass is deep in early summer.

Fifty-five, grass facing China, quit Dan and fall; In the dead of winter, pines and cypresses flourish.

Fifty-six, poplar hate Taiwan, rustling sorrow to kill people.

Fifty-seven, the grass color invades the official road and flowers out of the garden wall.

Fifty-eight, the color is tender as blue juice, and the leaves are like scissors.

Fifty-nine, the leaves are green in spring and summer, and the flowers are pale and deep red.

Sixty, it is the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and I meet you when the flowers fall.

Sixty-one, Jiang Yufei, Jiang Caoqi, the Six Dynasties was like a dream.

Sixty-two, another day, the pool is full of spring shadows, only today's haggard and dying smoke marks.

63. The boundless grass on the plain comes and goes with the seasons.

Sixty-four, pine and cypress are lonely and straight, but peaches and plums are difficult.

Sixty-five, the willows curled up and the grass was cut by the rain.

66. Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees.

Sixty-seven, the vegetation dies in autumn, and the pine and cypress live alone.

Sixty-eight, the grass in your north is as blue as jade, and it's too low in green technology.

Sixty-nine, children do not know spring, ask why the grass is green.

Beautiful poems describing the weather (69 poems)

First, the red sun is light and the smoke is fine. Three or two warblers. -Yan's "More Leaky, Wicker Long"

Second, the clouds began to sink, and rain was coming. -Xu Hun's Night View of Xianyang East Building/Xianyang West Building/West Gate

Third, sunrise is better than fire, and the riverside is as green as blue. -Bai Juyi's "Remembering Jiangnan"

Fourth, the rainbow rain is broken, the autumn sky is clear, and the eyebrows are dyed green. -Huang Tingjian's Niannujiao Breaking the Rainbow Rain

Five, incense burner on the first day, waterfall water spray Chen Hong. -Meng Haoran's "Li Peng Lake Looking at Lushan Mountain"

Six, Guancheng elm leaves early yellow, sunset quicksand ancient battlefield. -Wang Changling's "Seven Military Services"

Seven, an inch of anger. Sunset in buried by the coming night. -Zhao Lingzhi's "Recent Flowers, Flocculation, Air Cooling"

Eight, the light thunder pool outside the willow is raining, and the sound of rain drops off the sound of lotus flowers. Soon the rain stopped and the broken rainbow appeared in the west corner of the building. —— Ouyang Xiu's "Rain outside the Lingjiang Fairy Willow"

Nine, thousands of families are always exchanging new peaches for old ones. -Wang Anshi's January Day

During the day, the Yellow River comes from outside. -Zhang Wei "Go to Taiwan Province"

Eleven, after the autumn sunset in Junshan vitality. -Chen, "Climbing Yueyang Tower"

Twelve, win the day to find the fragrant shore, boundless scenery. -Zhu's Spring Day

Thirteen, days are not everywhere, youth is just coming. -Yuan Mei's "Moss"

Fourteen, the cloud moves to Gongshan, and the sun knows the holy face around Longlin. -Du Fu's Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity

Fifteen, the setting sun is still strong, autumn wind disease. -Du Fu's Jianghan

Sixteen, sunrise as early as the car cover, noon as a dish. Isn't this great for people far away? -Rain Lee mouth "The Day of Two Children Debate"

Seventeen, there are ancient trees on the edge of the city, listening to autumn sounds every day. -Li Bai's "Dune Gate Send Du Fu"

Eighteen, wine is hot, but the Japanese are thirsty for tea. -Su Shi's "Huanxisha, rustling clothes and towels falling jujube flowers"

Nineteen, the grass is full of pond water, and the mountain is immersed in the setting sun. -Lei Zhen's "Country Night"

Twenty, ashamed to cover your sleeves, lazy makeup in spring. -Yu "Gift to the Neighbor/Sender"

Twenty-one, Rizhao incense burner gives birth to purple smoke, overlooking Qianchuan hanging waterfall. -Li Bai's Looking at Lushan Waterfall

Twenty-two, thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind blows geese and snow. -Gao Shi's "Two Poems of Biedong University"

Twenty-three, sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny but sunny. -Liu Yuxi's Two Poems on Bamboo Branches

Twenty-four times, the whip refers to Chang' an, and the west dusk Qin Guan. -Li Bai, "When I am in the North Second Hill of Jingting, I would like to see Fujian meet Cui and board here".

Twenty-five, the sky is beautiful, and it can be seen that it is divided. -Xie Tiao's "Going to Three Mountains and Returning to Wangjing Late"

Twenty-six, looking at the dangerous column, the red sun is speechless. -Zhang Wei "Leaving Yan Ting, the area is picturesque"

Twenty-seven, a round of setting sun spread in the water, half river rustling, half river red. -Bai Juyi's "Mu Jiang Yin"

Twenty-eight, wearing curtains on an oblique day, the coolness gradually enters the phoenix tree. -Yan Shu's "Broken Array, Swallows Want to Return to Season"

Twenty-nine, people say that the sunset is the end of the world. -Li Gou's homesickness

Thirty, ... Night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. -Wang Wan's berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain.

Thirty-one, the cow is sleepy and hungry, resting in the mud outside the south gate. -Bai Juyi's "Carbon Man"

Thirty-two, Song Zhong is unhappy, and the white sunset is Kunming. -Li Bai's "After the chaos, Tian En Liu Yelang recalled the past and gave Jiang Taishou a good slaughter"

Thirty-three, the sun is shining in spring, and there is a bright Cang Geng. -anonymous "July"

Thirty-four, the mountain covers the day, and the ocean drains the golden river. -Wang Zhihuan is at the Heron Hotel.

Thirty-five, vegetation, smoke, sunrise. -Su Zhe's Huangzhou Kuaizi Pavilion

Thirty-six, half-pole sunset, two rows of new geese, a boat with a leaf. -He Zhu's "Eye-catching, Mix Jiang Shangdi Huaqiu"

Thirty-seven, Rizhao's new makeup is bright under the water, fragrant in the wind, and lifted in the air. -Li Bai's Song of Picking Lotus

Thirty-eight, the day is in the middle of autumn, and the water is clean and clean. -Liu Zongyuan's "Xiangkou Pavilion Xiaoxiang Erhui"

Thirty-nine, Tingzhou picks white apples, and the sunset is Jiangnan Spring. -Liu Yun's "Jiangnan Fu"

Forty, watch the water flow eastward and watch the sunset. -Qian Fu's Song of Tomorrow

Forty-one, the spring mountain is warm and cool, the pavilion curtain is dry, and the willow shakes the courtyard. -Bai Pu's "Clear Sand and Spring"

Forty-two, in the pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops. -Chang Jian's "Zen State after Broken Mountain Temple"

Forty-three, no one crossed the fence, dragonflies and butterflies flew. -Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous, Its

At noon on weeding day, sweat dripped on the soil. -Li Shen's "Two Antiques/Two Farmers"

Forty-five, the sun screen window shakes the door, moving against the spring. -Li Shangyin's "The Sun shines"

Forty-six, the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. -Wang Wei's March on the Fortress

47. But now, the long river, the lonely sails and the five lakes are shining with the light of spring in the sunset. -Liu Changqing's "Watching the King Go South"

At 48 o'clock, the sun set on the wall, the color sank, the moon rose to the porch and flew away. -Jiang Yan's Beppu

Forty-nine, the sunset alone in the west wing. The distant mountain is opposite the curtain hook. -Yan Shu's "Qing Ping Le Hong Xiao Jianzi"

Fifty, the clouds are long, and things change for a few years. -Wang Bo's Preface to Wang Tengting

Fifty-one, peach blossoms on both sides of the strait are baked at sunrise, and the surrounding high willows hang down to the sky. -Jiang Yan's "Light Water Breaks Dams in the Mountain Orchid of Huanxisha"

Fifty-two, the situation is that the youth day will be dusk, and the peach blossoms will fall in red rain. -Li He "Into the Wine"

53. See smoke in the mountains and sunset in the bamboo. -wujun's Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains

Fifty-four, flying to the Chihiro Tower on the mountain, I heard the cock crow. -Wang Anshi's "Deng Fei Laifeng"

Fifty-five, the night geese are clear and the rainbow is flat. -Wu Wenying's "Dimfragrance, Send Wei Sentences to Binjun for Interpretation and Combination"

Fifty-six, at noon, the ground is covered with shade, and you will scream when you dream. -Su Shunqin's "Summer Meaning"

57. Spring breeze blows over the green grave, and the pale sun sets on the other side of Liangzhou. -Zhang Qiao's Things on the Edge of the Book

Fifty-eight, birds fly a thousand white spots, and there is no half red wheel in the day. -Bai Juyi's "Late Return of Li Peng Lake"

Fifty-nine, the sunset in the lonely village, the old tree west Western jackdaw light smoke, a little Hong Fei shadow. -Bai Pu's "Clear Sand and Autumn"

Sixty, the bamboo silk picks the net car, and the green cicada basks alone. -Li He's Thirteen Songs of the South Garden

Sixty-one, the thunderstorm is not half, and the sun is full. -Zuo Si's Sandu Fu

Sixty-two, the sun is full of lust and smoke, the moon is very white, people are sad and insomnia. -Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc"

Sixty-three, the owner burned money like thunder, and the sunset helped the drunkard back. -Fan Chengda's "Spring Pastoral Miscellaneous"

Sixty-four, the screen window sunset, no one saw tears in the golden house. -Liu's "Spring Complaint"

Sixty-five, the warm mulberry is like splashing, and the wind is like wormwood. -Su Shi's "Huanxisha Soft Grass Flat Sand Over Rain"

Sixty-six, the sun is cold and the grass is short, and the moonlight is bitter and frosty. -Li Hua's Hanging the Ancient Battlefield

Sixty-seven, the day will fly, and the month will help. -Zuo Si's Sandu Fu

Sixty-eight, nothing at leisure, nothing at sleep. -Cheng Hao's Autumn Day

Sixty-nine, five rainbows, driving the sky as a long bridge-Li Bai's "Seeing the Mountain from the Corner"

Classical poems describing grass (73 articles)

1. Grass by the River, Willow in the Melancholy Garden —— Grass by the River by Han Anonymous

Second, Huang's "White Grass" and Wan Li's "Intimacy"-Gan's "Song of Frontier Defense"

Third, at the end of the year, a hundred flowers blow, and Gorkon cracks —— Tang Du Fu's "Singing 500 words from Beijing to Fengxian/From Beijing to Fengxian"

Fourth, it rains on a sunny day, and grass grows in summer and autumn —— Tang He Zhangzhi's "The Army of Giving People away"

5. Cover up the cold and grow new-Tang Wu's New Year

Six, Yao Caohan died, transplanted to Cangjiangbin —— Tang Li Bai's "Send the Bell"

Seven, Xing Jun grass grows in April, willow flowers and peach blossoms are half muddy —— Qing Nalan Xingde's "Send a Sun Friend"

Eight, surrender at the gates, grass Bai Rushuang, bleak and sour-Wang Songliang Yuan's "Water Dragon Hidden, Huai Jiangzhou Smells the Imperial Palace Qin in the Middle of the Night"

Nine, the rain is faint, the grass lake falls, and the flowers fall on the Huangling Temple —— The Partridge by Don Zheng Gu

Ten, a cigarette in Sichuan, the wind in the city-Song He Zhu's Jade Case Lingbo Weihengtang Road

Eleven, the east wind blows green grass, the years change, and the guest is the old Cangzhou —— Close the "Romantic Son, the East Wind Blows Green Grass"

Twelve, near the green water, the Taiwan reflects the autumn grass gathering, and both women travel-Song Si Wan Yong's "Three episodes of Qingming Reflecting Records"

Thirteen, soft grass is new after the rain, the sand is light and the road is clean-stone "Huanxisha soft grass is new after the rain"

Fourteen, green branches and fallen flowers, knowing that children and grandchildren compete for grass-Song Fan Chengda's "Pastoral Miscellanies in Spring"

Fifteen, bleeding weeds, tassels of jackals-Tang Li Bai's "Ancient Style, Man"

Sixteen, the heart sees the spring grass, fearing the past life-Wei's "Three Miscellaneous Poems/Three Miscellaneous Chants"

17. Spring grass is green in Wan Li, leaving home at dusk in the border town —— Spring Grass by Don Zhang Xu.

Eighteen, the sunset grass trees, ordinary lanes, humanity sent slaves to live-Song Xin Qi Ji's "Never Meet Le Jingkou Gubeiting Nostalgia"

19. The grass is tender and short, and the ice is light and the rain disappears-Early Spring by Tang Sikong.

Twenty, autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, and Qiu Guang is long —— Cao Qingxue Qin's Generation Parting, Autumn Window Rainy Night

Twenty-one, can I follow your footsteps in the autumn grass, or only the setting sun passes through the bleak Woods? -Don Liu Changqing's On Passing Changsha Jia Yi's Home

Twenty-two, the plateau water changes, and the wind grows in the battlefield-Jin Yuanhao asked "What happened after the inauguration ceremony of Renchen in December"

Twenty-three, ripe apricot warm fragrant pear leaves old, grass pointed bamboo fence lock pool mark-Tang Li He's "South Garden"

Twenty-four, idle flowers and weeds are always innovative, and the eyebrows are wrinkled and the stems are uneven-Tang Gu Yun's Two Poems on the Willow

Twenty-five, a wave of smoke, lining Yunfu-Uncle Wu Song Ji's Xiao Zhongshan's Spring Sorrow

26, the situation is getting better and better, idle flowers and weeds are still flourishing, what will happen when the wind blows cypress trees? -Ming Yuqian's "The North Wind Blows"

Twenty-seven, fragrant grass like clouds and dusk —— Song Zhu Dunru's "Su Lian Gai Pecan Empty"

Twenty-eight, fragrant grass, still remember Jiang Nanan-Song Ouyang Xiu's "Passing Hua Lian, Painting Pavilion, Spring Comes Late"

Twenty-nine, Fine Grass Soft Shaxi Road, Light Horseshoe —— Shi's "The Meaning of Nan Gezi"

Thirty, Walk in front of the mountain spring and grass fragrance —— Zhang Song Fang Shu's "Huanxisha Walk in front of the mountain spring and grass fragrance"

Thirty-one, a thousand years of exposure to weeds, the season suddenly changes-When is the bright moon, and I will sing every night, which is unknown to Han.

Thirty-two Skillful blue heart, stealing grass nails, the east wind wants to block the new warmth-Songshi Dazu's "The First Branch of the East Wind, Wing Chun Snow"

Thirty-three, Hu Hancao, Tianjiao Cu Zhongyuan —— Tang Libai's "Xie An Dun in Northwest Cheng"

Thirty-four, the sky is getting dark, and the way home has been broken —— Song Liqing took a photo of "Dianjiang Lips and Boudoir Thoughts"

At the age of 35, the king's bones have been buried. Who will sweep the floor of the golden platform again? -Tang Li Bai's poem "Three Difficult Walks"

36. Mangroves and green hills are dying, and grass is boundless in the long suburbs —— Song Ouyang Xiu's Spring Tour in Fengle Pavilion

Thirty-seven, autumn grass is cold in six dynasties, flowers and rain are empty-Zhu Qingyi's Selling Flowers, Yuhuatai

Thirty-eight, wild geese fly to the west, without accompanying grass-Tang Lizhong's "Zhong Ling does not smoke"

Thirty-nine, the wind blows paper money flying in the wilderness, and the ancient tombs are green with spring grass-Tang Bai Juyi's Cold Food and Wild Hope

Forty, when it is windy and rainy in the mystery, the grass is full of water-Song Yang Wanli's In the Mulberry Tea Tunnel

Forty-one, the basin mountain can't see the sun, and the vegetation is natural-Shi's "Dragon Boat Festival Zen Words"

Forty-two, the fragrance of falling plum blossoms is green-Song Yan Dao Ji's "The fragrance of falling plum blossoms"

Forty-three, the fragrant grass falls in the sun-Song Zhu Dunru's Broken Magnolia, Eight Flowers and Fan

Forty-four, the new color of Guifeng is sent to this thatched cottage-Tang Jiadao's "Don't send one person"

Forty-five, men nest in the Han Palace tree, women play Qin-Tang Libai's "White-headed Songs"

Forty-six, a small pond full of cicadas and hay-stone "Partridge Sky, Forest Discontinuous Mountain, Hidden Bamboo Wall"

Forty-seven, when the swallows know where, the moss is deep and the grass is dark-Yan's "High Balcony West Lake Chun Qing"

Forty-eight, no grass will not die, no wood will not wither —— The pre-Qin anonymous Xiao Ya Gu Feng.

Forty-nine, the evening grass fell in the Xigong Nangong, and the red leaves piled on the steps were not swept-Tang Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow

Fifty thin pine shadows brushed the outdoor pulpit, and the grass blew the fragrance into my little cave —— inscribed in the Temple of Wandering Elves in the Tang and Han Dynasties.

Fifty-one, don't be lonely in the back alley, looking at the residual smoke —— Yu Linjiang Xian Cherry Blossoms Fall in Spring

Fifty-two, Zhu Lou leans against the fence, surrounded by grass everywhere-Songshi Jiujian's "Bufu, Give Le Wan a Prostitute"

Fifty-three, plum blossom fragrance on the snowy shore, spring mud and fragrant grass-Tang Du Fu accompanied Pei Deng Yueyang Tower

Fifty-four, snobbish and careless, who will visit you alone-Tang Zhu.

Fifty-five, leaving the table in a hurry, on the way in a hurry, but also worried about the standard-Song Xin Qi Ji's "Magnolia" is slow, send Zhang Zhonggu to the Shuaixing Garden.

Fifty-six, although the cups and plates are sloppy-Song Liqing took photos of "Death of Hua Lian Shang Zhao Si"

Fifty-seven, if you know the heart of two grasses, the tide can also be measured-Tang Libai's "Ancient Meaning"

Fifty-eight, the corpse stinks and bleeds. It is Chuanyuan Dan-Tang Du Fu's "Resignation"

Fifty-nine, lonely summer leaving the palace, Dongfeng Road, fragrant grass is older-Yuan Sadula's "The Second Dongpo Rhyme of Niannujiao Deng Shi Town"

Sixty, flowers grow in the next place, and when they go, they are evil grass-Tang Nie Zhongyi's Gongzi Family/Gongzixing/Chang 'an Flower

Sixty-one, it is better to know a man in the grass and have Longquan at his waist —— Tang Libai's Banquet in the Water Army as a shogunate

Sixty-two, more comparable, the grass is growing, and the plum blossoms are late-Lu Songzu Gao's "Banquet for Du Qing in Early Spring"

Sixty-three, hate is like spring grass, and it is born further —— Qing Ping Le Bielai Spring Half by Li Yu in the Five Dynasties

Sixty-four, Jun went to Nanxu Fangcaodu —— Song Yan Zheng's Farewell to Fan Nanbo

Sixty-five, Skynet is long, but not leaking —— Sunny Night by Tang Shangyin

Sixty-six, light smoke decays grass-Zhang Song Xiaoxiang's "Huanxisha, Frosty Days, Bright Clouds, Bubble Empty"

Sixty-seven, the grass is not lost, and the weeping willows only hinder the human eye-Song Xin Qi Ji's "Man Jiang Hong, Broken Sorrow"

Sixty-eight, the plain grass withered, after the Chongyang Festival, the yellow leaves were SAO SAO —— Qing Nalan Xingde's "Romantic Childe, Autumn Suburbs are Things"

Sixty-nine, the village is cold and white, missing the baby, and grass is hanging on the ancient stone-Tang Lihe's Song of the Old Lady Picking Jade

Seventy, the vast grass is fat, and the orange peaks fly in the dusk-Tang Su's Five Poems of Xia Sai

Seventy-one, looking up to the sky, the grass is fading, and the anvil is sparse at night —— Zhu's "Red Flowers in the River"

Seventy-two, Ma Si changed grass and punched, dumbfounded-Tang Yuxi's "Beginning to Smell Autumn Wind"

Seventy-three, the grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, and the flute makes the night wind ring three or four times-Don Lv Dongbin's "The Shepherd Boy/Make the Shepherd Boy Bell Weak Weng"

Poems praising the beauty of grass (74 poems)

First, flowers wither easily and grass grows easily. -Su Song Shunqin "Huashan Spring Wall"

Second, the court was shallow at the grass-roots level and naturally did nothing. I am depressed and dare not complain about the spring breeze. -Don Cao Ye's "Garden Grass"

Third, Jiang Chun refused to stay at home, and Caoqing sent horseshoes. -Tang Liu Changqing Runzhou Camp sent Judge Li.

Fourth, Du Kang can relax, and day lilies can forget their worries. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Rewarding Dreams with Hemerocallis"

Five, wicker curled up in the wind, grass was cut in the rain. -Don Bai Juyi's Tianjin Bridge

Six, the micro-quality knows that the rain and dew are annoying, and the heart finally looks forward to the spring. -Song Ligang's "Singing Grass"

Seven, Jiang Chun refused to stay at home, green grass to send horseshoes.

Eight, fine grass worries about smoke, secluded flower dew, railings are always charming. -Song Yan Shu's "Walking on Shakespeare"

Nine, deep court autumn grass green. -Nan Yun's Yi Dao Poetry

X. The forest is black and the wind attacks the grass, but the general tries to shoot an arrow at night.

Eleven, spring grass does not thank glory, wood does not complain about autumn. -Tang Li Bai's "The Sun enters and the Moon rises"

Twelve, Suzaku Bridge is overgrown with weeds, and the sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane is oblique.

Thirteen, every grass and tree knows that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of red and purple compete for Fang Fei. -Tang Hanyu's Late Spring in the South of the City

Fourteen, the grass is green and the water is near, and the head is white.

Fifteen, the stage moss is green, and the curtain grass is green. -Liu Tang Yuxi's "Humble Room Inscription"

Sixteen, solitary grass is born by the river, and there are orioles singing on the trees. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.

Seventeen, Su Xiting grass grows, who leans when Dongfeng stops for twelve? -Don Dai Shulun's Su Xi Pavilion

Eighteen, the stage moss is green, and the curtain grass is green.

Nineteen, the grass on the city is not high, and the wind and frost hate early. -A poem by Liu Xu in the Southern Song Dynasty

Twenty, rich grass and green grass compete for luxury, and good wood and green onions are pleasing to people. -Song Ouyang Xiu's Ode to Autumn Sound

Twenty-one, warm wind gives birth to wheat on sunny days, and green grass wins flowers.

Twenty-two, the color is tender as blue juice, and the leaves are like scissors. -Don Xu Yin's grass.

Twenty-three, children do not know spring, ask why the grass is green.

Twenty-four, peaches and plums in the city are worried about the wind and rain, and the spring is at the head of the stream. -Song Xin Qi Ji's "Partridge Day, Generation Fu"

Twenty-five, the grass is green in the rain. -Don Wang Wei's "Wangchuan Bie Ye"

Twenty-six, children do not know spring, ask why the grass is green. -Qing Yuanmei's My Five Qualities

Twenty-seven, spring grass does not thank glory, wood does not complain about autumn.

Twenty-eight, pear blossoms rejuvenate, the setting sun is everywhere, and it is green and old.

Twenty-nine, but there are a few affectionate inches of grass, which has won three spring rays.

Thirty, the boundless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

Thirty-one, the fine grass shook its head and suddenly reported to the farmer, and the shawl stopped a westerly wind.

Thirty-two, strong grass does not rely on high winds, and zero frost changes; Green sunflower is good at welcoming the sky, which is fascinating. -"Julian" by Wang Qing Fudge

Thirty-three, Qinghe grass, willow in the garden.

Thirty-four, the grass on the city is not high, and the wind and frost hate early.

Thirty-five, some peaches and plums bloom, but only the green grass is dyed. -Song Ceng Gong, "South of the City"

Thirty-six, spring grass is like a green robe, and autumn moon is like a fan. -Nan Xun's Farewell to Su Jiude

Thirty-seven, the bright moon is high, worrying about the country and the people.

Thirty-eight, light green and soft fragrance is far thick, and spring is everywhere. -"Spring Grass" by Ming Yankee

Thirty-nine, the grass on the green river bank and the willow in the dark garden. -Han Anonymous, "Nineteen Ancient Poems, Grass by the River"

Forty, the grass color invades the official road and flowers out of the garden wall. -Zhang Tang Ji "Luoyang Qu"

Forty-one, wild flowers smile at guests, and fragrant grass makes people relaxed. -Song Ouyang Xiu "To the West Capital"

Forty-two, outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green.

Forty-three, flowers are getting lost, and shallow grass can have no horseshoes.

Forty-four, wild flowers smile at guests, and fragrant grass makes people relaxed.

Forty-five, pear blossoms rejuvenate, the sunset is everywhere, and it is green and old. -Su curtain

Forty-six, the leaves are green in spring and summer, and the flowers are pale and deep red. -don liqiao "Xuan"

Forty-seven, the light rain in Tianjie is crisp and crisp, and the grass color is far away, but it is not. The most important benefit is the spring of the year, which is definitely better than the willow.

Forty-eight, spring grass is like a green robe, and autumn moon is like a round fan.

49. The boundless grass on the plain comes and goes with the seasons. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. -Tang Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass

Fifty, a clump of grass is enough to hinder people, and a few feet of gossamer is a horizontal road.

Fifty-one, Su Xiting grass grows, who leans when the east wind stops at twelve?

Fifty-two, the wind knows the grass, and adversity sees the truth.

53. The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast. -Don Du Fu's One Night Abroad

54. The steps are dotted with green grass in spring, and birds are chirping happily under the leaves.

Fifty-five, the road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes.

Fifty-six, the toad is shining, and the seven flowers and Yao grass are soaked in the cold.

Fifty-seven, the leaves are green in spring and summer, and the flowers are pale and deep red.

Fifty-eight, catkins blow less branches, and there are many fragrant grass in the end of the world. -Su Song Shi's "Dead"

Fifty-nine, the fine grass shook its head and suddenly reported to the farmer, and the shawl stopped a westerly wind. -Song Yang Wanli's Twilight Tour of the Lotus Pond

Sixty, hate is like grass, and it still exists. -Close "Eight Six Sons"

6 1, won't it be more demanding to be transplanted than any other natural flower? . -Don Zhang Jiuling "Feeling"

62. The steps are dotted with green grass in spring, and birds are singing happily under the leaves. -Tang Du Fu's "Shu Xiang"

Sixty-three, vegetation know that spring will come back soon, all kinds of red and purple hit Fang Fei.

Sixty-four, leaning on the fence, Yichuan tobacco is as flat as scissors. -Song Xieyi's "The Recent Flowers"

Sixty-five, a clump of grass is enough to hinder people, and a few feet of gossamer will cross the road. -the northern dynasties, northern Zhou Geng Xin's "spring fu"

Sixty-six, providence pity grass, the world is sunny. -Tang Li Shangyin's "Yat Sen"

Sixty-seven, low eaves, green grass on the stream.

68. Plant beans in Nanshan, and the grass is full of bean seedlings.

Sixty-nine, flowers greet people with smiles, and grass grows at will without knowing it. -Song Li Peng, "Spring follows Qin Beard"

Seventy, some peaches and plums bloom, only the green grass is full of color.

71. The boundless grass on the plain comes and goes with the 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. Ah, my friend's prince, it's sad that you left again.

Seventy-two, the fragrant grass is delicious and the English color is colorful. -Tao Jin Yuanming's "Peach Blossom Garden"

Seventy-three, spring is full of mixed fragrance, and grass is deep in early summer. -Tang Juyi's "Early Summer Nanchi Solo"

Seventy-four, the light green is soft and fragrant, and the spring is everywhere.