The bottom of the gloomy ravine is loose, leaving seedlings on the mountain, one inch in diameter, one stem, and the hundred feet are overcast. (Jin Taikang Zuo Si) There is a pine tree, which is as big as 100 feet and circles around 10. It was born at the bottom of a ravine, cold and humble. (Tang Bai Juyi) The heavy snow presses the pines and cypresses, and the pines and cypresses are tall and straight. (Rola Chen) It is not the rain that makes the moss slippery, but the wind that makes the songs sound. (Tang Hanshanzi) The wind in the pine gate sweeps itself, but the snow in the waterfall is hard to disappear. (Tang Huangfu Zeng) Songtao is dark, and Luxiling is dawn. (Don Xu Hun) Monks are cold on the rocks between pines, and streams rush at midnight. (Don Lu Guimeng) Through the double swords of juniper and around the five peaks of the palace. (Song, Xia and Song) The wind is blowing, and the green, wet and fragrant waves are curling up. (Su Song Shi) The two corridors are full of colors, and the sound of nine miles is loose. (Song Hongshi) It should be guarded by a mountain god. As soon as the wind relaxed, it swept away the dust. (Turquoise is too Zhang) Slightly sings the sea, the moon is bright and the rock is sweet, and there is no wind in the long laugh. (Song Hesun)
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