The ancients either recited poems or wrote them. I don't know where the famous quatrains you want come from, not from ancient poems.

chant

willow

He zhangzhi

Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

chant

willow

once

consolidate

The chaos is not yet yellow, and the east wind is even crazier.

I know there is frost in the world.