Ancient poems about Arbor Day Selection of ancient poems about Arbor Day

In this spring season with flowers blooming, the annual Arbor Day is coming again. In ancient China, there was a tradition of encouraging people to plant trees and promoting tree planting. If you don’t believe it, let us appreciate some ancient poems about Arbor Day.

Appreciation of ancient poems about Arbor Day

"Planting Trees" by Yu Hu of the Tang Dynasty A newly planted tree brings benefits to the surrounding neighbors, and the country man feels as if he has returned to the old mountains in spring.
When trees mature, people usually grow old first, and when they grow white, they see people climbing and breaking them.

"Staying at Yao Shiyu's House and Thinking of Yin Shiyu, the Prime Minister of Yongle" by Ma Dai Shi, Tang Dynasty, Tian Yu Rui met, planting trees in the shade of white clouds. The cave is closed to reveal the ancient traces of gods, and the river was dug deep by Yu.
The town should be full of woodcutters, and the forest should be full of fairy birds' nests. We talked to each other at this gathering and recited poems on a snowy night.

"Passing by the Wild Man's Residence" by Ma Dai of the Tang Dynasty A wild man planted trees in his spare time, and the tree grew old in front of the wild man. Living among the white clouds, fishing and woodcutting by the sea.
Call the children to pick yams and let the calves drink from the stream. Write your own theory on health preservation so you won’t have worries in your old age.

"Viewing Tree Planting" by Meng Jiao of the Tang Dynasty People plant trees in anticipation of spring, but spring is hard to keep for long. Look at the flowers blooming morning and evening, who can avoid the sorrow of parting?
My feelings have faded, but I am still not stopping. Why are you so curious? You are causing yourself worries for no reason.

"Shen Jiao" by Tang Dynasty/Meng Jiao: When planting trees, one must choose a good place, for bad soil will turn into tree roots. If you lose the people you make friends with, slander will arise along the way.
The gentleman has a fragrant nature, flourishing in spring and becoming more prosperous in winter. The heart of a villain is like a hibiscus flower, which is there in the morning but no longer exists in the evening.
Don't step on the solid winter ice, for there are hidden waves within. Only when the friendship is as close as iron and stone can one discuss matters with wise and knowledgeable people.

"Peach Blossom Valley, No. 9 of Ten Poems on Liyang" by He Zhu of the Song Dynasty: Planting trees by the stream and building a pavilion to overlook the city. In those days, people like Meng and Zhang came here with wine and had fun.
The people have long been gone, but the festival items are still the same as they were yesterday. Look at the beauty without words, the spring breeze comes by itself.

"Solitary Residence" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty. He made friends in the mountains and forests and kept books on tree planting at home. He covered his bed and happily chose a house, and he let the horses laugh at the high gate.
Thin rice is often eaten with pickled leeks, and single clothes are spun and tied. After borrowing money from my landlord, I went to Nanshi to buy a boat.
I have visited many beautiful places and I am very close to my neighbors. I enjoy myself every moment, not only because I love my own home.

"Inscription on Zhou Gengchen's Hao Zhai" Song Dynasty/Yang Wanli Hao Weng has only one Hao Zhai, how can he swallow the corridors of government and the weeds. This old man is sure to be reborn, and his old room has a new virtuous son.
The trees planted in front of the temple were as big as rafters at first, but now they are like passing clouds and trying to create the sky. Everyone has a little bit of spirit in life. When grass moves and wind blows, one gets intoxicated.
Mountains and seas have nothing to do with me, so what are the ancients and I like? The old man from Shanxi was a friend of the old man, so he asked him if he understood.

"Autumn" Song Dynasty/Lu You Planted trees and provided plenty of shade, copied books were worn away by woodworms. I am still alive, but I don’t know how many years I have lived.
Throw away paper to store manuscripts of poems, and use a long tube to collect medicine money. Life is just like a day, so you can just leave it to heaven.

"One Hundred and Four Gathas" by Monk Shao Tan of Song Dynasty: He is dependent on his family tradition and everyone supports him. Measure the land where there is land, and plant trees where there is land. Plowing the green fields in the rain, and hoeing thousands of peaks with the clouds.
What kind of mood is it? I care about the cat in Nanquan, the dog in Zhaozhou, the evidence against Pingtian Po, and the involvement of the daughter of the Zhou family.

There is a road leading to the sky in the thorny forest. After a full meal, sing loudly. Taking a few leisurely steps, you will see countless mountains at your feet.

"In October of the Dingsi Year of the Qingyuan Period, I went to Lin'an to accompany my relatives and stayed at the Xipu Temple with my cousin Wu Keren" Song Dynasty/Cheng Yu'an's carriage has not yet moved towards the capital, but he has already taken in a strange opportunity to visit the Xipu Temple. Trees should be planted where the road leads into the mountainside, and pools should not be dug among the springs that flow through the rocks.
Who is Mr. Po now? He has no idea when he was born. I hurried out after the end, leaving the white clouds and bright moon as old friends.