Collect poems related to "poplar tree"
"Nineteen Ancient Poems by Anonymous Han Dynasty: Go to catch the sun that has faded" Ancient tombs are plowed for fields, and pines and cypresses are destroyed for fuel. The white poplars are sad and windy, and Xiao Xiao is sad about killing people.
Thousands of willow flowers are about to bloom, and hundreds of feet of grape vines are beginning to linger
Tang Dynasty Shen Quanqi's "Feng He Chun Ri Xing Wang Spring Palace Ying Zhi" The peaches and plums in the city are all gone in a moment, and they are like weeping poplars that last forever.
A moment: a while. Argument: How.
"Nine Poems on Willow Branches" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
The color of the willows is still light, but the sound of the spring is gradually increasing
Tang· Zhang Ji's "Rewarding Bai Twenty-two Housemen to See the Recruitment in Qujiang in Early Spring"
One tree has thousands of branches in the spring breeze, tender as gold and soft as silk
"Poems of Willow Branches" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty 》Poetry about poplar trees
1. Eyes are charming·The willow silk threads are soft and soft
---Wang Yu of the Song Dynasty
The willow silk threads are soft and soft, The wisps of smoke weave into sorrow. Begonias have not yet rained, pear blossoms have snowed first, and half of the spring is gone.
Nowadays, it is difficult to recall the past, and return to dreams around the Qin Tower. Acacia is only on the lilac branches and the cardamom tips.
2. "Poem of Willow Branches" ---Bai Juyi
One tree has thousands of branches in the spring breeze, tender as gold and soft as silk.
In the deserted garden at the west corner of Yongfeng, who does it belong to when no one belongs to it all day long?
3. The willows return to the pond, and the mandarin ducks leave the pond. Green pimples break the lotus boat road. There are no more bees and butterflies admiring the delicate fragrance, and it is painful to take off the red clothes.
Return to the sun and welcome the tide, and the moving clouds bring rain. Yiyi is like talking to a poet. Back then, I refused to marry the spring breeze, but I was mistaken by the autumn breeze for no reason.
4. The poplar at the east gate has its leaves and generals, and its stars are shining brightly in the dark.
The poplar tree at the east gate has leaves and lungs, and the stars are clear and clear in the dark.
5. The spring pond is deep and wide, and I will wait for the boat to return. The lush green trees are blooming, and the weeping poplar trees are blooming again.
6. The sunny day is good, and the spring breeze is looking at everyone's home. Weeping poplar trees line the city road, and guests are chasing poplar flowers. ---Liu Shang ascended to Xiangguo Temple Pavilion
7. Late orange buds bloom in the cold forest, and weeping poplars are dewed by the wind.
8. Orioles are flying in the Jingu Garden, and the wind is blowing on the copper camel street. The peaches and plums in the east of the city are all gone in a moment, and the competition is like weeping willows for infinite time.
9. It’s a pity that the rock is near the spring water, and there are also weeping poplar trees brushing the wine glass. If the spring breeze doesn't understand why it blows away the fallen flowers.
10. Orioles chatter frequently beside the tapestry machine, stopping the shuttle and weeping in memory of the people. Saimen is still desolate in March, even though there are weeping willows, the spring has not yet dawned.
11. Spring comes late in Wuyuan, and the weeping poplar trees in February are not hanging silk.
The ice is blooming on the riverside today, and it is the time when the flowers are falling in Chang'an. Poems about poplar trees
Song author: Su Shi
It looks like a flower but not like a flower, and no one cherishes it.
Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
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Leaving home on the road, thinking is ruthless and thoughtful.
The lingering hurts the soft intestines, the sleepy demon eyes, want to open or close.
Dreams follow the wind for thousands of miles. , Looking for the place where Lang went, he was still called by the oriole.
I don’t hate that the flowers have flown away, I hate that the red flowers in the West Garden are difficult to decorate.
When the rain comes at dawn, where is the trace? ? A pond of broken apples.
Three parts of spring, two parts of dust, and one part of running water.
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