The grass is long and the orioles are flying in the February sky, and the willows are brushing against the embankments intoxicated by the spring smoke. ——Gao Ding's "Village Residence"

The grass grows in Liliyuan, withering and growing every year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again. ——Bai Juyi's "Grass/Farewell to the Ancient Original Grass"

The green grass beside the river is long and long for the long journey. ——Anonymous "Drinking Horses in the Great Wall Grottoes"

The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cool, the vegetation is shaking and the dew turns to frost, and the swallows say goodbye and return to the south to soar. ——Cao Pi's "Two Songs of Yan, Part 1"

There are few willow trees blowing on the branches, and there are no fragrant grasses anywhere in the world! ——Su Shi's "Butterfly Love Flower·Spring Scene"

The grass is green and the willows are yellow, and the peach blossoms are fragrant and plum blossoms are fragrant. ——Jia Zhi's "One of Two Spring Thoughts"

The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream. ——Xin Qiji's "Qingpingle·Village Living"