Those fresh and beautiful poems?

In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.

Red bean shrubs grow in the south and produce many branches in spring.

Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.

On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.

Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color.

The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, and the fallen leaves gather and disperse, which surprised Western jackdaw in the west.

There are trees on the mountain and branches on the tree. My heart likes you. You don't know that.