Looking for ancient poetry with the word "Fang"

Liu Changqing

Walking along a path, I found a footprint on the moss.

After a while, the clouds fell low on the quiet lake, and the grass closed the lazy door.

A pine tree that has become greener because of rain, a stream that originated from the mountain source.

Mixed with truth, I have forgotten what to say.

Dongxiange Li Yuanying

When the snow cloud clears, let it go to Xiaoqingchi. The willow in people's eyes is green. More romantic, a small plum heart, set each other off. Smile slightly.

The advantage of spring is not strong fragrance, but small fragrance is the most delicate. In the Qingming Festival, colorful flowers are in a mess. Half the spring breeze has been lost. Fleas chase you in the sunshine, but they don't worry about the cold in spring, get drunk and warm up.