Willow bud poetry

1. "Liu Yong" Tanghe Zhangzhi

Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Tall willows are covered with new green leaves, and soft willows hang down like ten thousand green ribbons fluttering gently. Whose skillful hand cut off this thin young leaf? It turned out to be the warm spring breeze in February. It's like a pair of clever scissors.

2. Xiaoya Cai Wei was anonymous in the Western Zhou Dynasty.

Pea seedlings have been picked again, and wild peas have just emerged from the ground. I said I would go home, but it didn't come true by the end of the year. No wife, no family, to fight Hyun-yun. There is no time to rest, to fight Hyun-yun.

The pea seedlings have been picked again, and the wild peas are very tender. Said he went home, and he was depressed. Anxiety is burning, and hunger is unbearable. The location of the garrison cannot be fixed, and it is impossible to take the letter home.

Bean sprouts are picked again, and the stems and leaves of wild peas are getting old. He said that he went home and went home again in October. But the king's errand is not finished yet, and I have no leisure to enjoy this quiet and good time. My heart hurts and I can't go home now.

What flowers are in full bloom? It's Tang Dihua. What kind of car is it? General among generals, of course. The troop ship started, and four horses were tall and big. How dare you live safely? Because of a month of fighting!

Riding four horses, four horses are tall and strong. The generals sat in the car and the soldiers were under its protection. Four horses were trained, with bows and shark sacs decorated with Gu Xiang. How can you not be vigilant every day? Xianyun's difficulty is urgent.

Recalling the original exploration, the wind in Yang Liuyi was blowing in the wind; Now back on the road, snowflakes are flying everywhere. The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry. The road is muddy, hungry and thirsty. Full of sadness, full of sadness, who experienced my sadness!

Pick a handful of Osmunda japonica. The new buds of Osmunda japonica have come out. Say go home, say go home, another year. If you have a home, you have no home. Fight with ghosts. There is no leisure to sit down and fight with ghosts.

Pick the European Union one by one, and Osmunda japonica is fresh and tender. Say "home" and "home", I'm worried. Full of anxiety, burning, hunger and thirst, it is bitter. It is difficult to decide on land defense transfer. Who will take the book Trust home?

Pick up the EU one by one, Osmunda japonica is already old. Say "go home" and "go home", and then October comes again. No royal errands. I want to rest and have no leisure. Full of sadness and pain, afraid of never going home.