Ancient poetry with the word' Fang'?

Tianya Cao Fang is lost. It's spring again. I'm in a hurry. Time is spent on rabbits, and birds are in a mood. Green resentment red sorrow spring sorrow, Tianya heartbroken. Outside the island, the clouds break the sun and the grass moves. It's another year of fragrant grass, and it's still ten miles of apricot flowers.

On the grassy old road, he seemed that the couple left me easily and set off. There are few willows blowing on the branches, but there are many herbs in the sea.

South, green leaves hang down the roots. Grass is like a dream, peach blossoms are like smoke next month. Zeguo is rich in grass, and spring comes to be old. Ji Jingming is like practicing, and apricot fragrance is overflowing. Tourists travel over mountains and mountains, and every time the tree asks its name. Take the lead in the east wind, be independent and not different. Before spring comes, it snows in cold weather, but you can give people wheat straw early. For Fang Zun, getting drunk is not enough. I woke up when I saw the green hills in the distance, but I fainted when I tried to catch them. Herbs and cigarettes are warmer and greener. The idle door will have to be connected for a while. Mulan boat is in the fragrant path, chewing the core and blowing incense. Who knows who will plant grass? There are several sets of edge steps. If you have no intention of competing with the times, why rush? ......