The verses are as follows.

1. "Green Pine" by Chen Yi in modern times; heavy snow weighs on the green pine, which is straight and straight. You should know that the pines are noble and pure until the snow melts.

2. "Two Hundred Miscellaneous Poems of Jinling - Blue Smoke Soaring Up the Green Pine Tree" Lin Jizhong of the Song Dynasty: "The green smoke is rising up the green pine tree, and there are immortals refining elixirs underneath." Dancheng doesn't want to live a thousand years, but wants to be idle in his previous life.

3. "Inscription_Thatched Cottage·The green pines behind the hall are hundreds of feet long" Zheng Qiao of the Song Dynasty: The green pines behind the hall are hundreds of feet long, and the water in front of the hall is flowing. The west window is full of mulberry fields, and the north window is nothing but Hua Ge Township. After that, the spirit is rising, and it seems that several cases are still in progress.

4. "The Four Wonders of Fu Gui present the green pines hundreds of feet strong in the hometown of friends in Jurong" Lu Wengui of the Song Dynasty: The green pines in the hometown are hundreds of feet strong, and there are three paths of pavilions and pavilions. After the rain in Dongli, there is no one to repair it, and most of the old chrysanthemums should be half barren.

5. "Longevity is high and the green pines stand tall and powerful." Wang Xin of the Song Dynasty: The tall green pines stand tall and powerful, and the mountains and rivers of Jiachen are twice as clear and brilliant. I used to hold the east wall to push out the clouds, and several blue dragons flew with the rain. The bamboo mat, water and wind must be pleasing to the eye, and the spring day in the jade hall will urge you to return. May the duke and the country be the pillars of strength, and may the glory shine brightly for thousands of years.

6. "The second rhyme is due to the master's late chrysanthemum slips and Wei Dingfu·The Taoist is like a green pine" The way of the king of the Song Dynasty: The Taoist is like a green pine, aloof and unfulfilled. Love this golden flower, Xiao Ran has a pure wind. The bright autumn moon in the new poem warns me of my wild and careless nature.