English Tang poetry

Experience birth and rebirth every year.

Wildfire never quite consumes them, never die,

Because the spring breeze brought it back to life. Original poem: Farewell to ancient grass.

Bai Juyi

The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.

Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.

I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.