Willow He Zhizhang
Jasper is made into a tall tree,
Ten thousand stripes are hanging down the green silk ribbon.
I don't know who cuts the leaves,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Green Gate Willow
Tang Bai Juyi
Green tree sad color, once into a few people hate.
The willow tree is a sad color, which has been a part of several people's sadness.
New Willow in Chang'an
Chen Guang, Tang
The clouds have cleared up, and the willows are already new. The first thing you need to do is to get the sun to come out.
The color is pale and dewy, and the silk is light and not dusty. The first thing you need to do is to get the ball rolling, and you'll be able to do it in the morning.
Linchuan see new willow
Tang CuiYuYu
Not see the river for three or four days, the bridge willow old silk.
The river is a place where people come and go, and it is a place where the rain and the smoke are all over the place.
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.
Willow
Tang Cui Yura
The wind is slow and the sun is slow, and the smoke is dragged along the water. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this.
The bones of Zhang Lang are thin, the waist is light and the girl is hungry. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The Willow
Tang Di Huan
The south and the north of the sky, the shadow of this place. The color of the green can't be broken, but the feeling of separation is more.
The rain falls on the banks of the Ba River, and the smoke is dark all night. The name of this place is so famous that the Qin Songs will not be able to succeed it.
The New Willow
Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
The new color of the dawn is new, and the thin waist is jealous of it.
The green shade has not yet covered the water of the long embankment, and the golden spike first welcomed the spring of the upper garden.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the world, and then you'll be able to see the world.
The East Gate is full of partings, and it kills all the people who are sad.
The Willow
Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
A few trees are newly opened with green shadows, and the mood of the trees is fascinated by the spring.
The blissful blahs of the old country and the hateful blahs of the Fanchuan River, the bridge is half covered and the stream is half flicked.
Willow
Tang Fang Gan
Swinging to the wind, the embankment is soft than silk. The willow is so strong that it is difficult to recognize it, and it is so weak that it is difficult to hold on to it.
I learned to dance and turn my sleeves over, and I made up my leaves to show my eyebrows. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Willow
Tang Han constrained
A cage of golden threads brushes the curved bridge, and the thin waist has been damaged by children a few times.
I can't help it, but it's still there in spring.
Willow
Tang Dynasty Han Chun
In the song of the broken willow, we got the emerald stripes, and moved far away from the golden palace to plant the green sky.
The maidens of the palace in Shangyang sent them away with their voices.
Willow
Han Irrigation of the Tang Dynasty
The snow is over, and the green door has a slight shadow, and the warm wind is late, and the warblers return early.
If you want to keep the color of spring by the thin leaves, you must tie the long stripes to the falling sunshine.
Pengze is still in love, Sui embankment has no master.
The world is full of hate, but it's not easy for people to get around.
The willow is like the hand of the Goddess of Mercy when it is folded by the jade fiber and given to me.
Willow
The highest peak of the Tang Dynasty, Li Peak
The willow is so dense that the golden embankment has a 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 filled with phoenix writings. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Weeping Willow
Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
Graceful in the small garden, graceful in the east of the curved pool. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
The seven sages would rather take up the bamboo, and the three characters and spare the pine. The first is the one that is not in the center of the world, the one that is not in the center of the world, the one that is not in the center of the world.
Willow
Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
The snow has just disappeared in the north and south of the river.
Ba has already climbed the hands of the travelers, and the Chu Palace first galloped the waist of the dancing girls.
The Qingming Festival brings rain to the official road, and the evening breeze brushes the wild bridge.
The threads and threads of hatred are inextricably linked, and the way of the king and his grandson is far away.
Willow
Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
I once chased the east wind to brush the dance feast, and traveled to the spring garden to break my heart.
How can I get to the clear fall day, when the sun and the cicadas are already in the air?
The first is a poem about the late autumn, and the second is a poem about the late autumn, and the third is a poem about the late autumn.
I am willing to drink from the governor's office, and I am willing to send a letter to him.
The birds are in the yellow clouds and the cicadas are in the blue trees.
The winter in Hunan does not snow.
Late Autumn Wild Hope
Liu Cang Tang
Autumn is the end of the countryside from the sadness, chrysanthemums lonely late still open.
The wind and the leaves fall with frost, and the wild geese come with the sound of cold water.
After the war, the old mountain is still looking for a book.
The first thing you need to do is to ask about the past, and then you have to sing a song and get drunk.
Late Autumn at the South Lake
Bai Juyi, Tang
In August, the white dew fell, and the water in the lake was old.
But it is a pity that the wind is so strong in the fall, and the lotus is half tipped over.
Climbing on the green maple tree with my hands, and treading on the yellow reed grass with my feet.
The old man's face was miserable, and he was cold and fall into the arms of autumn.
I have a brother in Huai Chu, and a brother in Shu Road.
When will the ten thousand miles come?
. Autumn Words" Tang.
The mountains are clear, the water is clear, and the night is frosty, and the trees are deep red and light yellow.
Try to go up to the high building to clear into the bone, not like the spring color incites people crazy.
Qi's
Liu Yong
Late in the fall, a light rain sprinkled the garden. The chrysanthemums on the threshold are sparse, and the wells are in disarray, causing residual smoke. I've been looking at the river for a long time, and I've been looking at the river. At that time, Song Yu was so sad that he went to the waterfront and climbed the mountain. I am tired of listening to the rushing water of the Longshui River. The cicadas were chirping the leaves and the grasses were crickets, and there was a corresponding clamor. The days are like years. The wind and the dew are changing, and it is the end of the night. The sky is clear, the Jiang River is shallow, and the moon is full of cicadas. I've been thinking about it for a long time. The night is forever, and I can't bear to look at the scenery, and I can't help but think of the past. I've never had a name or a job, and I've never been able to get a job in a red building, and I've never been able to get a job in a red building. The scenery of the emperor is good, when the few days, twilight banquets and happy days. In addition, there are crazy friends and odd couples, when the song on the wine competition to stay. Farewell to the swift scenery such as prism, the old tour like a dream, smoke and water journey is not limited. I miss the fame and emaciation of the long haggle. I am looking forward to the past, and I am sad to see you in the past. The arrow is moving, and I feel a slight chill. Gradually whimpering painting corner several sound residual. The window of the idle, stop the light to the evening, hold the shadow sleepless.
3. Poems about the willow treeWing willow
Jasper made up a tree high, copied 10,000 hanging down the green silk sash. I don't know who cuts out the fine leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Willow by the river
Curling up by the ancient embankment, a tree of green smoke. The first thing you need to do is to take a look at the color of the water, and then you can see the color of the water.
The Willow
The south and north of the sky, the shadow of this place. The color of the green can't be broken, but the feeling of separation is more.
The Ba River is surrounded by rain and smoke all night, and the Ba River has its own good name.
A single willow
It is a willow that contains smoke and has been swaying in the wind for a long time. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, but it was a very good one, and it was a very good one.
The willow is a willow with a few trees in bloom, and the shadow of the green trees is all over it.
The blissful blahs of the old country, half covered by the village bridge, half flicked by the stream.
Willow
Swinging to the zhi wind blowing, the embankment soft than silk. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The willow has been used to learn how to dance, to turn the sleeves, to make up the leaves and to show the eyebrows. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new one.
Willow
The golden threads of the willow are used to brush the curved bridge, and the thin waist of the willow has been damaged by the children.
The willow is still in the spring, but it is still a willow.
4. Poems about willow treesCui Gu commented on the willow by the water in May
The willow has its roots on the river bank, and its shadow covers the shallow water.
The cold has not yet opened up on the sleeping face, and the lazy waist is even softer in the sunshine. The willow is already heavy in the air, and the water is just spreading out.
It's like being drunk on smoke and scenery, like being sad about the moon and dew. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The long parting has many feelings.
The first time I saw the movie, it was a very good one, but it was a very good one, and it was a very good one.
I can realize the infinite feelings of the departed, and the spring breeze is caused by a thousand threads and ten thousand flakes. Commentary by Zhan Dunren Willow Embankment Poem Thirty hectares of rice are planted, and more than a hundred willows are planted.
The rice can be used for thick porridge, and the willow can be used as a kitchen.
The poem is about the willow dyke, which was planted with more than a hundred plants.
The same people who are happy with the way of Yao and Shun are the same as those who are cultivating the land.
The willow is the most important part of the willow.
It is a story of laughter and laughter, and it is a story of the past. The shade of the willow will cover the ground, and the trunk of the willow will reach to the sky.
The tree is a good tree for thinking about people, and I am ashamed that it has not been passed on to the world.
Already the river reflects the willow, but also the snow hides the plum.
The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
What reward can I get from this poem?
What can I get from this poem but a feeling of being pushed by two hairs?
I can't help but feel the spirit and the standard, and in the spring I still have a long strip. Shi Shouwu commented on Miscellaneous Songs and Dances - Yang Liu Branch I am sad to see the spring of the Yang Liu along the road, and I have broken one branch.
This year also folded last year's place, not to send last year away from others.
The evening breeze is clearing the gully, and the crescent moon is shining on the clear bay.
The wind is clear in the evening, and the new moon shines on the clear bay.
The first time I saw this is when I was a young man, and the second time I saw it was when I was a young man, and the third time I saw it was when I was a young man. Liu Xian commented: "The sand plugs the three river road, the golden girl in February spring.
The color of the willow is blue smoke, and the color of the red powder is red. The leaves of the dew are so beautiful, and the flowers of the wind are so beautiful that they can't be touched.
I have not seen you, but I have listened to the new song. Du Mu's Commentary The willow is full of smoke, and it has been swaying in the wind for a long time.
A good woman cannot bear to break it, and she looks back with disappointment at the slender hand. Yong Yuzhi's Commentary The Willow by the River The willow is curling up by the ancient embankment, and a tree is green with smoke.
If the silk does not stop, I would like to tie it to my boat. Commentary by Zhang Yu Willow branches Putty powder and agar make-up through the blue veil, the snow will not boast.
The golden phoenix is scratching her head and her temples are falling diagonally. I've been sleeping on the cloudy screen, and I've been dreaming and laughing.
The red cheeks are hidden in the pillow, and there are some flowers. Lu Tong's Commentary: Sending Cui Liuzhou to the messenger to get a book, the stacked paper gives birth to a hundred worries.
If you don't believe me, I will look at my white head.
If you don't believe me, I will look at my white head.
Liuzhou is at the end of the world, and the song of Mt. The flowers fall on the head of the Longshui River, each flowing east and west.
The first time I saw a gull on the pond, I was thanking him for his long journey.
The willow was once planted on the south bank of the river.
I don't know who is the one who climbed up the river.
I am not as poor as I was at home, but I am still in a state of shock.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a conversation with a man who had been in the middle of a conversation with a woman.
The old garden is in the evening, I should miss the people who have not returned.
The old garden is in the evening, and I should miss the people who have not returned.
I have been thinking about it all day long, and it is a long time since I have been there. The first time I saw it, I was so happy to see it, and the second time I saw it, I was so happy to see it, and the third time I saw it.
The blue sky is from the turn of the hat, the red candle is near the high pounding. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The butterflies in the small garden are exhausted, and the wine in the quiet courtyard is waking up. The old days were a time of great joy, but now they are a time of great sorrow.
The precious trousseau has been thrown away for a long time. Liu Yuxi's Commentary Miscellaneous Songs and Dances - Yang Liu Zhi Yangzi River, the smoke and scenery, the Sui family palace trees whisked the golden embankment.
Saga still has the color of the time, half dipped in the waves of the water birds live. The first thing you can do is to welcome the light of spring, and the light yellow and light green reflect the building.
It is only because of the curls of love, it will be the spring breeze long please挼. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes and a pair of shoes.
Because I want to think of the infinite things on the balcony, I will sing the bamboo song for you.
There is only farewell before one's death, and the spring breeze is so eager to spare the willow branches. The spring breeze is so eager to take care of the long branches that it makes me feel like I'm going home.
In order to reward the pedestrians for not folding it, half of it is left to be sent off and half is welcomed back.
I don't want to be like the one on the Royal Gorge, where the spring breeze hurts my parting. He Zhizhang's Commentary The Willow (A Willow Song) The jasper is made into a tall tree, and ten thousand threads are hanging down the green silk sash.
I don't know who cuts the leaves, but the February breeze is like scissors.
The flowers are bright with snow, the leaves are warm with smoke. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I saw a girl.
Climbing up the tree and folding the colors of spring, and sending them far away to the front of the Dragon Court. Commentary by nephew Shen Shen: "The Bending of the Willow" The sun is reflected in the jade window, and the spring breeze blows through the tent.
Wiping my tears, I climbed up the willow, and its long branches were hanging down on the ground. The white flowers are flying in disarray, and the yellow birds are thinking about the difference.
The concubine's heart is broken, but no one else can know about it. Liu Zongyuan Liuzhou February banyan leaves fall out of the occasional question eunuch love detained thoughts *** bleak, spring half as autumn will turn confused.
The mountain city has been rained out, and the banyan leaves are full of warblers crowing.
In the deserted garden at the west corner of Yongfeng, no one belongs to anyone. The first is a tree that has been left in the dirt, but the second is a tree that has been planted in the sky in honor of the people.
I'm sure I'll be able to find out what's going to happen in the spring, and I'm sure I'll be able to find out what's going to happen in the light of the willow.
It is the Jade People's intestines broken place, a canal of spring water red fence bridge. The south wall east of the Royal Road, in anticipation of the spring color willow yellow.
The apricot blossom is not willing to have no feelings, what things people most broken heart. Su small front willow ten thousand, shaggy golden line whisk flat bridge.
The yellow warbler does not speak of the east wind, the deep closed door with the thin waist. The golden thread is shaggy and the blue tile is ditching, and the six palace eyebrows are causing spring sorrow.
Late more with the Dragon Pond rain, half whisk railings half into the building. The Pavilion wa outside the Palace of Yecheng West, reflecting the sails near the embankment.
The king's grandchildren are eager to return to the city, but the grass is green and lush. The two orioles are as colorful as gold, and the curling branches cry out the dew and move the sound.
The spring is fortunate to be as long as a thread, but it is a pity to be entangled in the heart of the swinging son. The willow is like a silk reflection of the nine, the phoenix window pillar embroidered hibiscus.
Jing Yang Lou with thousands of dew, a new makeup to wait for the dawn bell. The warbler's voice is often heard at the brocade loom, and the shuttle stops in tears to recall the conscripts.
The door to the city is still in a state of depression in March, and even if there are poplars, they have not yet realized the spring. Meng Jiao's Commentary: The Song of the Hornblower - The Folding of the Willow The willow has many short branches, and the short branches have many partings.
The willow is so short, so short, so short, so short, so short, so short, so short, so short, so short, so short. The youthfulness has a fixed season, but the time of parting is not fixed.
But I don't want to complain about the delay. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what is going on in my life.
The two of them are in the same period of separation. The wind is blowing in front of the willow, and the wind is singing.
The branches of the willow are bitter because of the pain of parting, and the songs are bitter because of the years. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, and the second time I saw it, it was a very good one, and it was a very good one.
Who can be parted from this, the garrison is in the river. Li Shangyin commented on the willow, the snow in the north and south of Jiangnan River has just disappeared, and the light yellow color of the desert has brought about the tender stripes.
The Ba Bank has already climbed up the hands of the travelers, and the Chu Palace is the first place to ride the waist of the dancing girls. In the early morning, the rain falls on the official road, and in the evening, the wind blows on the wild bridge.
The threads and threads of hatred are all tied together, and the way of the king and grandchildren's return is far away.
The human world is dead.
5. Poems about the willow tree What are some of the poems about the willow treeSome of the poems about the willow tree are:
1. The apricot blossom rains on your clothes, and the willow winds on your face. ____ Zhinan's "Absolute Verse"
2. Red crispy hands, yellow cord wine, full of spring color palace wall willow. ____ Lu You "The Hairpin Phoenix - Red Crispy Hands"
3, When I refused to marry the spring breeze, I was mistaken by the autumn breeze for no reason. ____ He cast "Fangxin Bitterness - Willow Returning to the Pond"
4, The willow on the branch is blowing and less. The world's most beautiful grasses are at the end of the world. ____ Su Shi "Butterfly Lovers - Spring Scenery"
5, Qiangdi why need to complain about the willow, the spring breeze does not pass the Jade Gate. ____ Wang Zhilux "Liangzhou Lyrics Two Songs - One of Them"
6, mercilessly the most is the Taicheng willow, still the smoke cage ten miles embankment. ____ Weizhuang "Taicheng"
7, I used to go back and forth, the willows are still there. ____ Anonymous "Cai Wei"
8. The wind blew the willow flower full of store fragrance, Wu Ji pressed the wine to call the guests to taste. ____ Li Bai's "Farewell to the Jinling Restaurant"
9, still, still, the people and the green poplars are all thin. ____ Qin Guan's "Ru Meng Ling - Spring Scenery"
10: The grass grows and the warblers fly in February, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke. ____ Gao Ding's "Village Dwelling"
11: There is no place in the city of spring where flowers do not fly, and the east wind of the cold eclipse makes the willows slant. ____ Han Swarm (翃) "Cold Eclipse" (寒食/寒食日即事)
6. A Complete List of Poems Describing Willow TreesFor the near capital gate to send off more than one, the long stripes folded up to reduce the spring breeze "The Willow of the Green Gate" (青門柳)
Silk long and the fish mistakenly fear, the branches weak and the birds are afraid to trample "Willow by the Water in May" (5月水边柳)
The white yang more than a sad wind, the sliao Xiao worry about killing people "Nineteen Poems of Ancient China" (古詩十九首)
The jasper makeup of one tree is high, and the ten thousand stripes are draped down the green silk tapestries "Singing about Willow
The flowers of the willow tree are not covered by the sun and the moon, and they do not know that there is frost in the sky and the earth.
The birds in the New Year sing a thousand kinds of songs, and the poplars in February fly all over the road Spring Fugue
The poplars and elm pods have no talent, but they can be understood as snow flying in the sky Late Spring
The moonlight at the center of the courtyard is clear, and the poplars have passed by without any shadows Mulan Flower
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7. Poems describing the willowsThat is to say, the words of the willows are able to sing.
The wind and the moon on the willow bank
The sun on the top of the flower, but also press the fragrant coverlet lying
Smoke and willow painting bridge,
Ten thousand hanging down the green silk silk tapestry, the guest house green willow color new
Willow on the branches of the willow blowing and less
I do not know who cut out the fine leaves, the end of the world, where is no fragrant grass
Willow heap of smoke,
The wind of the spring in February like scissors, the wind is like a scissors, the wind is like a scissors.
The spring breeze is like a pair of scissors, and I'm sorry to have taught my husband to look for a husband.
Wherever there is well water.
The Qiang flute has no need to complain about the willow. The Qiang flute has no need to complain about the willow. The Qiang flute has no need to complain about the willow.
The willow shade is straight, and the smoke makes it look blue
The willow is weak, and the yellow is evenly spread out, and the ducks cry, and the spring breeze does not pass through the Jade Gate
The rain is falling on the city of Wei, and the dust is light
Poetry about willow
Aria Willow He Zhizhang The jasper is made up into a tree, and ten thousand stripes of green silk are draped down.
I don't know who cuts the leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. The Willow of the Green Door Tang Bai Juyi, a tree of sadness, has been in the hatred of a few people.
For the near door to send off more, the long strip folded all the spring wind. The new willow in Chang'an, Chen Guang of the Tang Dynasty, is the first to clear up, and the willow in the royal street is already new.
Different from the heavenly garden scenery, the first to get the sun side of the spring. The color is light and slightly dewy, the silk is light and has not caused dust.
A branch is ready to be folded, and I will return to it in the morning. The new willow in Linchuan, Tang CuiYuYu not see the head of the river for three or four days, the willow by the bridge is old gold silk.
The south bank and the north bank are crossing the river, with rain and smoke, deep and shallow branches. The old country is a dream come true, and the new country has seen its glory and decline.
The color of the grass in Tingzhou is also like this, and it kills people who are far away. The wind is slow, the sun is slow, the smoke is slow, and the water is slow.
The wind is slow, the wind is slow, the smoke is slow, and the water is slow. The bones of Zhang Lang are thin, and the waist is light, and the girl is hungry.
The old garden has not yet returned, how many broken hearted thoughts. The willow is a symbol of the south and the north of the sky, and the shadows here are all over the place.
The colors of the green willow are endless, and the feeling of separation is even greater. The rain is still on the banks of the Ba River, and the smoke is dark all night.
I have a good name for it, but can the Qin Song succeed it?
The green shade has not yet covered the water of the embankment, and the golden spikes first welcome the spring of the upper garden. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the stuff you've got on your computer.
The East Gate is a place of many partings, and it kills the people who are worried about them. The willow is the most important part of the willow, and it is the most important part of the willow, and it is the most important part of the willow.
The blahs of the old country and the hatred of Fanchuan, half covered the village bridge and half flicked the stream. The willow is so soft and soft that the wind is blowing, and it is so soft that it is more than silk.
The state of the willow is so strong that it is difficult to recognize it, and the strength is so weak that it is difficult to hold it. I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to get my hands on one of these, but I'm sure I'll be able to get my hands on the other.
How to climb and bend it, and how to write poems to my friends. Liu Tang Han constrained A cage of golden threads brushing the curved bridge, a few children's thin waist.
I can't help it, but I'm still in the spring. The willow is still there in the spring, but it's still there in the spring.
The maidens of the palace in Shangyang sent them off with their voices, and they returned to the palace to dance with their slender waists. The willow is the first to be used in the Tang Dynasty. The snow is over and the green door is slightly shadowed, and the warbler returns to the warm wind in the early morning.
If you want to keep the color of spring by the thin leaves, you have to tie the long stripes to the falling sunshine. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, and it was the last time I saw it.
The world is full of hate, but the pedestrians are rare.
It is like the hand of Guanyin when the jade fiber is folded and presented to each other. The highest peak of the Tang Dynasty, Li Peak, the willow is so dense that the golden embankment has a total of green atmosphere.
The flowers in front of the court are like snow, and the leaves between the buildings are like clouds. The highest peak is the highest peak in the world, and the highest peak is the highest peak in the world.
The short xiao how to play, climbing fold for Si Jun. The willow is a graceful little garden in the Tang Li Shangyin, graceful curved pool east.
All of them are hanging down, and all of them are windy. The seven sages would rather take up the bamboo, and the three characters would be spared the pine.
Intestine broken Linghe Temple, the late emperor jade seat empty. Liu Tang Li Shangyin, the first snowfall in the north and south of Jiangnan River, the light yellow of the desert is a tender strip.
The Ba Bank has already climbed the hands of travelers, and the Chu Palace first galloped the waist of dancing girls. The rain is on the official road in the early morning, and the wind is on the wild bridge in the evening.
The threads and threads of hatred were in the way, and the way of the king's grandson's return was far away.
How to get to the clear fall day, has brought the sun and cicadas. The first time I saw this is when I was a little girl, and it was a little girl, and it was a little girl.
The flowers are not colorful, but they are soft and sentimental. The moon is on the bank of the river, and the wind is shaking the wild warblers.
In the twilight of March on the Sui embankment, the flotsam is in the air.
9. Willow Poetry Expressing Sadness1. Li Bai's "Memory of Qin'e"
The sound of the xiao, Qin'e's dream was broken by the moon of Qin'e. The moon of Qin'e is the color of the willow every year. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time coming.
Le You Yuan (乐游原)5上清秋节，咸阳古道音尘绝。 The first time I saw it, it was a very good time for me, and I was very happy to see it.
2. Yang Juyuan's "Farewell to Mr. Zheng" (赋得灞岸柳留别郑员外)
The willows on the Ba shore are full of smoke and spring, and they are bent every year for the pedestrians. The winds of the Ba River are so favorable that it is easy to take advantage of the low branches, so do not send the green silk to sweep the dust on the road.
3. Dai Shulun's "The Willow in the Changting Pavilion"
The willow in the Changting Pavilion is a maundy maiden's willow, and the shade of the Ba River flows. The rain is rubbing the golden threads fine, and the smoke is curling up the green threads softly. The rain is rubbing the golden threads fine, and the smoke is curling up the emerald threads softly. I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to get to the end of the fall, but I'm sure I'll be able to get there.
4. Liu Yuxi's "The Branch of the Willow"
Outside the city, the spring breeze blew the wine flag, and pedestrians waved their arms at sunset. The only thing that matters is that the poplars are in charge of separation.
5. Zhou Dehua's "Yang Liu Zhi"
The Qingjiang River has a thousand willows, and the old boardwalk was built twenty years ago. I have been with my lover on the bridge, but I have no news to this day.
6. Li Bai "Laolao Pavilion"
The sad place in the world is the Laolao Pavilion. The winds of spring know the bitterness of parting, but do not send the willow green.
10 Du Mu
A willow with smoke in it, and the wind shaking the ground for a long time.
A good woman can't bear to break it, and she looks back with disappointment.