1. "Farewell to the Ancient Grass Grass" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

When the grass grows in the original field, it withers and grows every year.

The wildfire cannot be burned out, but the spring breeze blows it again.

The long plain grass is so lush. Every autumn and winter, the grass turns yellow and becomes thicker in spring. The ruthless wildfires can only burn away the dry leaves, and the spring breeze blows the earth green again. Wild grasses and wild flowers are spreading and submerging the ancient road. Under the bright sun, the end of the grassland is your journey. I once again bid farewell to a close friend, and the lush green grass represents my deep affection.

2. "Spring Grass" by Tang Yanqian of the Tang Dynasty

The lush green grass is always a heartless thing, and the east wind blows green again for another year.

The lush spring grass always urges people to go home early, and the spring breeze blows the green grass for another year. Annotation: dependency. luxuriant: the appearance of lush grass. "Spring grass grows luxuriantly", "You can't stay in the mountains for long". Spring grass urges people to return home, so it is called a "heartless thing".

3. "Nanxiangzi·The drizzle wets the light" Five Dynasties

Feng Yansi's drizzle wets the light, and the fragrant grass grows year by year.

The green grass wet by the drizzle reflects the flowing and blurred brilliance, and resentment grows with it every year.

4. "Viewing the Sea" by Cao Cao of the Han Dynasty

There are many trees and luxuriant grass.

Write specifically about the mountain island of Changzhi: Although the autumn wind is bleak and the vegetation is falling, the island is lush with trees and lush grass, giving people a poetic feeling. Although it is a typical autumn environment here, there is no desolate and sad autumn mood at all. This new realm and new style reflect his "martyr's" mind of "an old man who is still in trouble but aims for a thousand miles".

5. "The Second Song of Li Yi Sai" by Li Yi of the Tang Dynasty

The song of Yan has not stopped to stop Hongfei, and the herds of horses are neighing and the grass is green.

The soldiers of the northwest army will arrange their uniforms, dress themselves up, and hunt in the bend of the Yellow River in the morning and evening.

In the endless sound of majestic swallow songs, the geese at the frontier are flying high and the grazing horses are braying. Spring is coming and the grass on the ground is starting to turn green.