杨柳多短枝，短枝多别离。
The gift of the willow is far away, but the soft branches can hang down.
There is a time for youth, and there is no time for parting.
But I don't want to complain about the delay.
There is no such thing as a short branch, but there is a long love affair.
Qiao Zhizhi's "The Songs of Hengbuki" (横吹曲辞-折楊柳)
可怜濯濯春杨柳，攀折将来就纤纤手。
The concubine's face is the same as this one, so why should the king's grace be the only one that lasts long?
Li Bai's "Hearing the Flute in Luocheng on a Spring Night"
The sound of the jade flute of whoever's house flew in the dark, and it was scattered into the spring breeze that filled Luocheng.
When I heard a willow flute in the song of this night, I could not recall the love of my hometown.
Du Mu's "Solitary Willow"
The willow is full of smoke, and it has been swaying in the wind for a long time.
The beautiful woman can't bear to fold it, and she looks back with disappointment at the slender hand.
Chen Guang, "The New Willows of Chang'an"
The clouds of the Nine Streets have cleared, and the willows of the Imperial Quarter are already new.
Different from the scenery of the heavenly garden, the spring by the side of the sun was first obtained.
The color is pale and dewy, and the silk is light but not dusty.
It's a good thing I'm going home in the morning.
Verses about homesickness related to willow
Willow
Tang Han constrained
The rain is dragging down the wind, and the whole body is weak and hanging down to the people.
It is like the hand of the Goddess of Mercy when the jade fiber is folded and given away.
The Willow
Tang Li Zhong
Folded to the side of the pavilion, the spring light is full of hands. I'm not sure if the flowers are colorful or not, but they are soft and sentimental.
The moon is on the banks of the river, and the wind shakes the wild warblers. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
Willow
Tang Li Peak
Yang Liu Yu dense, golden embankment total green atmosphere. The flowers in front of the court are like snow, and the leaves between the buildings are like clouds.
The lodges are divided into dragon shadows, and the ponds are written in phoenix writing. I'm not sure how I can play the short piper, but I'm thinking of you.
The weeping willow
Tang Li Shangyin
Peaceful in the small garden, graceful in the east of the curved pool. The willow is a graceful garden, and the graceful pool is east of the curved pool. The peepers are all hanging down, and the fairy clothes are all windy.
The seven sages would rather take up the bamboo, and the three characters would spare the pine. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it," he said.
Willow
Tang Fang Gan
Swinging and blowing in the wind, the embankment is so soft than silk. I'm not sure who will recognize it, but it's hard to hold on to it when it's weak.
Learning to dance, I turned my sleeves over, and made up my leaves to show my eyebrows. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it," he said.
Willow
Tang Han constrained
A cage of golden threads brushes the curved bridge, and several children's thin waist is damaged.
Without the help of the spirit and the standard, the willow is still long in spring.
Willow
Tang Han Cong
Willow song to get the green stripes, far away from the Golden Palace planted green sky.
The maidens of the palace in Shangyang sent it off with their voices, and they returned to the palace in anger.
Willow
Tang Li Shangyin
The snow in the north and south of Jiangnan River has just disappeared.
The Ba Bank has already climbed up the hands of the travelers, and the Chu Palace is the first place where the dancers have ridden the waist.
The rain on the official road at the dawn of the Qingming Festival and the wind on the wild bridge at night.
The threads and strings of the river are holding my hatred, and I can't imagine how far I've traveled from here.
Linchuan see new willow
Tang CuiYuYu
Not see the river for three or four days, the willow by the bridge is old gold silk.
The bridge is a place where people come and go, and it's a place where rain and smoke come and go, and the branches are deep and shallow.
Where is the dream of my hometown, and where do I see the glory of my country?
The color of the grass in Tingzhou is also the same, and it kills people who are far away.