The sky is wild, and the wind and grass move to see cattle and sheep. The north-south folk song "Chile Song".
The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection. Bai Juyi's Farewell to the Grass in Fude Guyuan.
3. There is little frost at the end of the year, and the grass knows the spring. I feel that the business is full and the east wind blows water and the green is uneven. Zhang Shi's "beginning of spring's Random Thoughts".
The west wind is strong in time, and the vegetation is cold. Poor yellow river, nine bends are exhausted, and the felt house is without a shadow. Baorong's plug is plugged in.