. The grass grows in the original plain, and it dries up and flourishes every year. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again. The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city. I also sent the king and grandson away, full of love.

2. The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital. ——Han Yu's "Early Spring Rain"

3. The yellow carpet quietly changes to the green flat, and Gu Yuan is speechless to express the sound of autumn. Horse hooves trample the sunset to pieces, lying down singing Aobao to wait for the moon to shine.

4. The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.

5. Let’s see each other off in the mountains, and the sunset will cover the firewood. The spring grass is green every year, and the kings and grandsons never return. ——Wang Wei's "Farewell"

6. The setting sun cannot be seen, and the hills and trees are all dyed yellow. Don't forget that the old cow has returned and is full, and the herdsman is burning incense under the stove. ——"Prairie Poems"

7. Outside Juyan City, I hunt for geniuses, and the white grass is burning all over the sky. When the dusk clouds are empty and the moraine is clear, you can drive your horses. In autumn, it is easy to hide the eagles on the plains. Protecting the Qiang lieutenants, the generals crossed the Liao Dynasty at night. A jade target, a horn, a bow and a bead are used to rein in the horse, and the Han family will give him snow and prostitute Yao.

8. The setting sun cannot be seen, and the shadows of mountains and trees are all dyed yellow. Don't forget that the old cow has returned and is full, and the herdsman is burning incense under the stove.

9. The green grass curls up in the river, and the sound of water flowing around the house feels like home. It's a pity that the beauties don't join hands, and there are a few flowers growing on the east wall.

10. The grass is green and the willows are thick, and the jade pot is full of wine. The loud music and songs go with the wind, and I know how high the mountain is. ——Gao Pian's "Spring in the Borderlands"