An obscure little grass. A poem describing the obscurity of the grass

Some people like beautiful peonies, some people like bright roses, and some people like muddy lotuses, but everyone ignores the obscure grass that can be seen everywhere. I like Xiaocao's inexhaustible vitality of wildfire, and I like his immortal spirit even more! Although the grass does not have the beauty of peonies or the flamboyance of roses, it has a spirit like Lei Feng!

In the spring, the grass stretches and sprouts. Patches of green grass give people an indescribable refreshment, they herald the arrival of spring, one after another firmly standing in the soil, looking at the rows and rows of sticking to this land. Whenever the grass comes out of the dirt, it's always the first to come out of the dirt.

Slowly other plants revived. Flowers adorn this large green canvas, and people often forget to decorate the grass that silently decorates it when they admire this beautiful flower.

In the summer, the abundant sunlight and rain give human life and the endless vitality of the grass. In the scorching sun, most of the flowers drooped their leaves and closed tightly. The grass is still standing on the ground, absorbing the sunlight and growing.

The children near the lawn also came to the lawn one after another. The little feet were bent over by the heavy foot, but it didn't take long for them to return to their original state. When the storm came, the grass still gritted its teeth and stood tall on the dirt, and the next day when the sun rose, the grass grew stronger.

In autumn, most of the plants have withered, but although the grass has already withered in the charming autumn of the scenery, whenever the sun shines on the grass, the grass straightens its waist to meet the autumn wind! In late autumn, the weather gradually dries out, and the grass withers.

In winter, although the grass is withered, but there is no real hour, they are quietly waiting for the arrival of the spring girl in the warm soil!

The lonely village is in the sunset, the light smoke is old and the jackdaws are under the shadow of a little Feihong. Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.

In the third spring, the grass and trees in the South Park are new.

There are no fish in the river, and the water is clear, and the wind is strong and the grass is yangming.

The Buddha's head is short with dung, and people come from near and far.

I didn't have a chance to go to Fan Gongting, and I also remembered the motto of the famous saying.

The bright moon is high, who leans alone, and the king is worried about the green grass in the world.

Shoot stars and colorful clouds, and idle weeds are also diligent.

Last year, I was still ashamed, and I didn't see half a point of new poetry.

The drizzle is wet, and the grass grows with hatred every year.

The grass is far away, but there is none.

Yan Ge is not broken, and the grass is green on the side of the herd of horses.

Remember the green skirt, pity the grass everywhere.

The spring grass will be green next year, and the king and grandson will not return.

The moss marks are green, and the grass is green.

The willow cotton on the branches blows less, and there is no fragrant grass at the end of the world.

Leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered. Wildfires are inexhaustible, the spring breeze blows and the warm wind produces wheat on sunny days, and the green shade and grass are better than flowers.

The rain on the wall is fine and the grass is thin, and the wind on the water surface gathers the fallen flowers.

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

The wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep low.

The flowers are gradually charming to the eye, and the asakusa can have no horseshoe.

The grass is green and the water is on the water, and the head is white and the flower is seen.

The toad light is swaying, and the cold soaks the Qihua Yao grass.

The trees are overgrown and the grass is abundant.

The grass warbler flies in February days.

The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep.

The willows on the branches blow less, and there is no grass at the end of the world.

Qingchuan calendar Hanyang tree, fragrant grass bleak parrot island.

The wind knows the grass, and the adversity sees the truth, thank you.

Farewell to the ancient grass.

Tang] Bai Juyi.

Leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered.

Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate.

Yuanfang invaded the ancient road, and the clear green connected the deserted city.

He sent Wang Sun to go, and he was full of farewell.

In early spring, there are two heads (one of them) outside the eighteen members of the water department

Han Yu The light rain in the heavenly street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is none.

It is the most beneficial spring of the year, and it is absolutely better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.

3 The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring and grass.

Du Fu: "Spring Hope").

4 Whoever says an inch of carelessness will be rewarded with three springs.

Meng Jiao: "The Wanderer's Yin))).

5 The forest is dark and the grass is frightened, and the general draws his bow at night.

Lu Lun: "Stopper").

6 kinds of beans are under the south mountain, and the grass is full of bean seedlings.

Tao Yuanming: "Returning to the Garden and Pastoral Residence))).

7 The grass and trees are long, and the dew of the evening touches my clothes.

Tao Yuanming: "Returning to the Garden and Pastoral Residence))).

8.The lonely grass stream grows on the side, and there are yellow orioles singing deep trees.

Wei Yingwu: (Chuzhou Xijian)).

9.The flowers are gradually charming to the eye, and the asakusa can have no horseshoe.

Bai Juyi: (Qiantang Lake Spring Trip))).

10.The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is none.

Han Yu: "Two Songs of Zhang Eighteen Members of the Water Department in Early Spring").

11.The thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream.

Xin Qiji: "Qingpingle Village Residence").

12.Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green.

Li Shutong: "Farewell").

13.The lonely grass stream grows on the side, and there are yellow orioles singing deep trees.

Wei Yingwu: (Chuzhou Xijian)).

14.The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is none.

Han Yu, "Early Spring Chengshui Department Zhang Eighteen Members, Wailang").

15.Wild grass and flowers by the Vermilion Bird Bridge, and the sunset at the mouth of Wuyi Alley. (Liu Yuxi, "Wuyi Lane").

16.The forest is dark and the grass is frightened, and the general draws the bow at night.

Lu Lun: "Stopper").

Endowed with the ancient grass farewell" Tang Bai Juyi.

Leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered, the wildfire is inexhaustible, and the spring breeze blows and grows. Yuanfang invaded the ancient road, Qingcui took the deserted city, and sent Wang Sun to go, full of farewell.

Early Spring" Tang Han Yu.

The light rain on the street is as moist as a crisp, the grass color is close but no, it is the most beneficial spring of the year, and it is absolutely better than the smoke and willows in the imperial capital "Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake" Bai Juyi.

Gushan Temple is in the west of Jia Ting, and the water surface is low at the beginning of the clouds.

Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and whose new swallows peck the spring mud.

The flowers are gradually charming to the eye, and the asakusa can have no horseshoe.

The favorite lake is not enough to go east, and the white sand embankment in the green poplar shade.

Chuzhou West Stream" Wei Yingwu.

The lonely grass stream grows on the side, and there are yellow orioles singing deep trees.

The spring tide brings rain and comes in a hurry, and the wild ferry is unmanned and self-controlled.

Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate.

The wind blows the leaves and the grass withered, and the winter goes to spring and comes back again.