Verses about spring grasses are as follows:
1. Grasses on the green riverbanks, thinking of faraway paths. The grass on the banks of the river is so green that it is hard to think of the distant road.
Appreciation: This is a folk song of the Han Dynasty. The grass by the river is swaying and green, stretching out into the distance, and there are endless roads and endless thoughts. I walk on the far road of my lover, the thoughts are still there, but I can't keep up with him, I only dream of him in my dreams. The grass in this poem really makes one ***emotional***.
2, the sky north and south of the sky around the side of the road, the root of nowhere not extended. The grass is always relentless, and the east wind is blowing green for another year.
2. The roots are always relentless, blowing green in the east wind for another year.
Appreciation: There is no fragrance of flowers, no tree height, just obscure grass. However, it has a very strong vitality, rooted in the soil, sprouted in the water, not only to be able to go with the flow, but also very capable of opening up new territories.
3, young people are old and hard to learn, an inch of time is not light. Not yet realized that the pond spring grass dream, step in front of the sycamore leaves has been the sound of autumn. --Zhu Xi's "Poem of Persuasion".
Appreciation: The spring breeze blowing green grass traces, see another year of spring. The pond dream has not yet awakened, the leaves in front of the steps are already in autumn, time passes just so fast. The spring grass is green every year, a year, a year, years, years, years, years, years, time is just so far away.
4. The spring grass is unnamable, and the water's edge is a messy place to draw honor. It seems to be a busy place, but it will not be born until you enter the city gate.
4. The Spring Grass is not to be named.
Appreciation: The first to perceive the spring is always those nameless grass, the spring breeze, they immediately green to green. No matter where they grow, they can vigorously take root and sprout, and will soon stretch into a piece. Fervor, exuberance, they are so wantonly grow, happy and lively, never care whether you know it last name.
5, tender green and soft incense far more thick, spring everywhere not fuzzy. The old hatred of the six dynasties in the slanting sun, Nanpu new sorrows in the drizzle. The water near the fan green, the flowers are lined with red dance skirt. Ten miles of flat river, people return home at night, countless cows and sheep a flute wind. --Yang Ji's "Spring Grass".
Appreciation: The grass on earth is deep, the grass in my dreams is fragrant. The grass is luxuriant and endless, and it is the warmest fire on earth. The slanting sun towards the evening, the grass is continuous, the old hatred of the six dynasties, the new sorrow of Nanpu, all dripping on the poet's heart.
The grass color is misty, in a trance, it seems to be still visible traces of the fireworks and dance of the Six Dynasties. Ten miles of flat river, shepherds return late, in the vast grass color, only to see countless cows and sheep in the slow wriggle. The evening breeze, came a burst of melodious flute.