1. Pines are shady and cool due to rain, and their flowers are thin due to wind. The lonely crane loves tranquility and never flies away. ——Dai Shulun's "Songhe"

2. Since childhood, I have been stuck in the deep grass, but now I am gradually aware of the basil. At that time, people didn't know Lingyun wood, and they waited until Lingyun became a master. ——Du Xunhe's "Small Pine"

3. The heavy snow weighs on the green pine, and the green pine is tall and straight. You should know that the pines are noble and pure until the snow melts. ——Chen Yi's "Ode to the Pine"

4. Thin rocks and cold plum blossoms are close neighbors, and the four seasons of spring remain unchanged. It should be noted that Aoxue Lingshuang is not from the prosperous team. ——Lu Huixin's "Ode to the Pine"

5. Although small trees are naturally different, it is difficult to make all trees the same. Half of the moon invades the monk's window, and the wind fills the guest's lap. The branches are brushing with moss and the cranes are calling the insects. It's not worth seeing now, it must be in the snow and frost. ——Du Xunhe's "Inscribed on the Small Pine of the Tang Xing Temple"

6. The painted pine looks like a real pine tree, but it will not be remembered until you think about it. I once saw it on Tiantai Mountain, the third one on the south side of the stone bridge. ——Jing Yun's "Painting Pines"

7. For love, I can't hear the sound of pine trees enough, so I forget to return them whenever I see them. But what else is there to do? I smile to the idle clouds as if I am idle. ——Jiao Ran's "Pine Tree"

8. The high rock surface is gloomy and the forest is deep and secluded. The crane roosts on the gentleman's tree, and the wind blows on the doctor's branches. The hundred-foot strips are in harmony, and the thousand-year-old shadow is covered with shadows. The cold weather will never change, luckily you know the strength of the festival. ——Li Qiao's "Pine"

9. Tall pines are outstanding trees, accompanying me to the end of the world. It's sunny when the guests disperse, and the monk comes and doesn't say a word. There is wind spreading elegance, but there is no snow to test the quiet beauty. Treating each other with medicine, he visits Fu Gui every year. ——Li Shangyin's "High Pine"