Poems containing cypress trees

Pine grows at the bottom of the ravine, and the old cypress on the hilltop is pleasant.

Natural vegetation smells the same, and the ups and downs see snow and ice.

You don't like Qingjiang hundred-foot boats, and knives and saws come to find the Spring Festival.

Thousands of forests have leafless grass roots, and green beards and dragons send the sun and the moon.

Long Yun Bai

Why can't an old tree live on a mountain, but read Hua Yan in the morning bell?

I also saw whether the world is bitter or happy, so why sigh or rejoice.

Seven-tone chanting of cypress

Stand up straight, stretch your body and shake the sky. Roots grow hard and leaves grow vigorously.

I wear very hard at the ice and snow festival, and I bump into Zhizhi every time.

Try to see the frost destroy thousands of green changes, and pity the rain to beat a hundred red remnants.

Only the jade color is as strong as ever, and it can be moved in cold, hot, dry and wet.

Inverted cypress

In a withered autumn water, I smiled for a thousand years.

There is no good or bad fate, so what is the difference between reverse insertion and formal dress?

The bones and muscles are like dragon crowns, and the Tao is carried by the ancestors.

Today, auspicious clouds resurfaced, and four Buddhas sent lanterns.