Poetry about willow in winter 1. Sentences about willow trees in winter
Willow has two seasons, which particularly attracts our attention, that is, the season when winter comes and it will be exhausted. Year after year, I gradually feel that willow is not only lovely, but also respectable. People have never described and evaluated the willow tree, but its meaning is mostly concentrated on one word, that is, "softness". In The Book of Songs Xiaoya Picking Wei, there is a poem that says, "I have been there, Liu." There are countless people who send lingering feelings with the soft and charming scenery like willow trees. If you only talk about posture, willow leaves are really weak, inextricably linked, light and euphemistic, and the same tall and straight, it is really very different. However, in natural scenery, the combination of rigidity and flexibility does not necessarily match each other. I left an unforgettable impression: the towering east and west mountains are far apart. The ethereal Yishui is surging between the two mountains. The mountains are vast, magnificent and intoxicating. Look at the banks of Yishui. Several slender willows droop and curl. The willow shadows in the water are swaying and graceful. Go ashore and drift with the flow, like a girl staring at the mirror, and like a dancing sleeve fairy. This light and gentle charm adds a lot of charm to the mountains and rivers! However, tenderness is not all the characteristics of willow, and its character also has a tough and unyielding side. It may be absurd to say that trees are sometimes like people, and only at special moments can they show their unique personality. At the turn of autumn and winter, at the turn of winter and spring, time series changes and sudden changes in temperature and warmth are special moments of great turmoil and great changes in nature. In Beijing, this change is particularly urgent. Every winter seems to come suddenly. The cold wind outside the Great Wall, like a beast that broke through the cage, roared and roared, and nature suddenly fell into ruthless looting. It's really "the grass has changed color, and the tree that touches it has lost its leaves." Many trees, which look more solid and stronger than willow trees, suddenly become withered, shed their lush costumes, and show the appearance of being destroyed, without courage and wind. Struggling in the wind, arrow and frost sword. Willow, which has always been regarded as weak, has become strong in times of crisis. Although it is not as good as the pine and cypress that never withers in winter, it also shows the spirit of defeating the strong with the weak. If all kinds of life philosophies are also popular among trees, there will inevitably be some trees, and the motivation to laugh at willow trees is futile. This is an honest knot. If so, there must be other trees. Praise willow's firmness and calmness in the face of difficulties, which is worthy of admiration and imitation. There is an agricultural proverb that says "Look at the willows by the river in May and June". In fact, Beijing is still quite cold in May and June, and it will be exhausted in winter. Spring is coming, and the future is coming. At this time, many trees in the south are frozen. It seems that they are all quietly watching the changes of the times. Only when spring is warm and winter is cold, and the overall situation is set, will they be willing to make tender strips, spit new buds and spread splendid articles. Most of these trees, which have been reluctant to germinate, have fallen leaves very early. They are really smart and cautious, and then look at the weak willows. Facing the cold wind, it was slightly aware of the breath of spring, so it took the lead in spitting out green and lightly put on a delicate yellow and light green new dress. Looking along the river, the branches are full of smoke and vitality. This scene seems to be a moving song, a song that warmly yearns for spring, a song that reports spring information, and a song that expresses good faith. I was thinking: since the winter jasmine has been
2. Sentences describing willow trees in winter
1. Willow stems are straight, brown in color and rough in bark, but branches hang down smoothly, and every branch is smooth. The branches are covered with green leaves, which are like undulating boats. A breeze blew, the branches swayed gently, and the leaves danced lightly on the branches, like a boat.
Willows spread their yellow and green leaves and sway gently in the slight spring breeze, just like groups of fairies in green clothes dancing. Peach trees sandwiched between willows also have bright flowers, green Liuhonghua, which is really beautiful!
3. The beauty of millions of willow branches, the hardships of millions of mothers, the supple branches and the green willows standing by the river are pleasing to the eye. They are shaped like waterfalls, such as hair. They are green in spring and summer and white in winter. Whether it is spring, summer, autumn and winter, it is natural and unique. The breeze blows, swaying the whole body, dancing, and becoming more charming. Isn't that what a great mother is like?
3. paragraphs describing willow trees in winter
In winter, in 2005 (165438+1October 26th), the withered color of willow trees was completely exposed to the canopy.
Looking out of the window, not far away, there are still a few yellow but green willow leaves on the branches of those willows. Those green leaves that are no longer vigorous and sparse seem to ignite the vast lush hidden in the sky blue and sunshine. I suddenly feel that the immortal color of life is hard to say whether it has not fallen on the branches or is spreading between heaven and earth.
It seems that it exists to let me meet it in this winter, let me see it in the morning, let me see it in the sunshine at this time, feel it, read it and record it. At the same time, I also moistened the water in my thirsty chest, slowly floating out a faint breath, slowly condensing into water droplets, shining on the heart wall.
The water drops are flashing, rolling, flashing, rolling, and slowly start to flow with thin light and water. These light and water are flowing, gathering other undercurrents, and seem to be returning to my body. I can't tell whether light and water are flowing or my body is flowing in light and water ... At this time, I just want to say that the sunshine is really good, the sunshine in October is really good, and the green left on the branches in October is really good. It is like a road, pulling me, letting me face the world outside myself, and completing a kind of inner nourishment for myself.
This is a rare and beautiful day and time for me in winter. I seem to have come out of a turbid or chaotic fog, and finally I showed myself and saw the sunshine ... The world suddenly became fresh, and the cold of winter seemed to wander alone in the time and space outside my heart, which had nothing to do with my heart.
Facing the willows not far from the window, I suddenly found that their branches were growing upward. Thick and slender branches reach out gracefully into the sky, just like a girl who loves beauty and a proud peacock, just wanting to show herself, without shyness, taboo, taboo about myself and the mighty falling of many leaves between heaven and earth, taboo about human beings and many eyes walking on the earth, taboo about all eyes with open wings, and taboo about all sacred, noble or dirty and ugly souls floating in the sky day and night.
It's beautiful, peaceful and serene. Like my soul, it also makes me feel some kind of heaviness in my body. Ah, how do they keep their bodies and arms straight to the sky in winter?
I don't know whether it is because of pruning or in this cold season, they want to express themselves better. This discovery surprised me secretly.
For many years, I walked around it every day, and many people walked around it. I dare say that many people, including me, ignore their existence in many cases and don't feel any natural or inevitable connection between themselves and willow trees. There are even many people who don't take them seriously like me.
It seems normal to turn a blind eye to things around you or familiar things. Some kind of potential consciousness has blinded my mind and eyes. I just want to see what I want to see, or what I can't get, or what I can't integrate into. Yes, frankly speaking, I always think that willow is a symbol of weakness.
In my mind, it seems that an inherent willow image has been formed. The weeping willows in spring are green, soft and melodious.
Willow trees flourish like tapestries in summer. I seldom appreciate the willow trees in autumn before, and I don't want to see them. Nature gives it the appearance of decline.
I seldom pay attention to the willows in winter, and what kind of character they have. Yes, I pay more attention to the drooping green softness of willow, while downplaying its other life forms. I have never paid attention to the happiness or pain of willow's own life, and I have never thought about what it is like to be in severe winter.
In other words, I haven't touched anything that doesn't express my feelings at all. Yes, willow trees are not as tall and strong as poplar trees in winter, and even worse than the old pear trees in the orchard not far away. Its branches and claws stretch out some complex and ferocious desires and strengths to the sky in the dead of winter, as if to stretch out the cold all winter, as if to scratch the whole winter.
The willow tree in front of me shows me hard bones, but it shines with the softness of life in the sun. I think they are more like Taoist monks who absorb the essence of heaven and earth to cultivate their self-cultivation, or high-ranking people with noble souls who are deeply hidden in the world.
Perhaps, in the state of great freedom, the essence of life is natural and feminine. They don't deliberately express themselves, decorate themselves or distort themselves because of their desires.
They will not take the initiative to hurt any life, but will only grow and exist in this world as they are. Only in the face of powerful self-destruction or a beautiful life between heaven and earth, do your best to dream of a powerful vitality that shocks heaven and earth and covers everything.
Yes, the willow tree in front of me seems to be restraining its mood. Still graceful in the cold wind, swaying the amorous feelings in the dream.
It wraps the noble bones and souls cultivated by the four seasons with rough bark, leaving them to be beaten by the wind and snow. Between heaven and earth, all shapes bred by nature will not harm it.
However, looking at it, I felt a white light. God, my heart is starting to hurt. I clearly saw it. It was a sharp knife made by human beings, shining with white light.
Yes, it can peel willow trees. I saw a big saw being pulled around. They are sawing a big tree. They sawed off many big trees.
I know, it's just an illusion at this time. I comfort myself, my heart, not to feel any more pain. The willow tree in front of us is still intact at the moment.
Here, no one can skin it blatantly, and no one dares to saw it off in broad daylight. Let it exist on the roadside not far from my window. This is the arrangement of some people, but it also has its own destiny, enjoying the nurturing and protection of heaven and earth ... I remember reading a teacher's poem many years ago.
He likes nature very much. He likes the trees that grow silently in nature. He took the winter tree crown as the root of the big tree in the sky.
What a powerful life! The sky and the earth are the roots. Unfortunately, I couldn't understand a winter tree at that time. A tree grasps the sky with its crown and the earth with its roots. It can spend the cold winter.
4. Poems describing willows
I can sing Liu Ci soon.
Yang Liuan Xiaofeng Canyue
It's bloom in the morning, so lying down is better than lying down.
Smoke willow painting bridge,
Thousands of green tapestries hang down, and the living room is green and willow-colored.
Little catkins are blowing on the branches,
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the grass in the sea is growing.
Willow trees pile up into smoke,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors. I regret teaching my husband to find seals.
Flowers are everywhere in Spring City.
There is a well there.
Weicheng is a city of light dust and rain, and it is still ten miles away.
Why should a strong enemy complain about the willow? The warbler wears a willow belt, and the wind curtain is green. There are hundreds of thousands of families.
Suddenly, I saw the willow color in the stranger's head, and the cold food was slanting.
Ruthless is Taicheng Liu.
He zhangzhi
Jasper makeup is as high as a tree, and the curtain is not heavy.
Willow shade is straight, smoke is bright and blue.
The weak willows are yellow and full of ducks, and the spring breeze is not enough to cross Yumen Pass.
Weicheng Yuchao Town is dim and dusty.
5. Willow Poems
Liu Yong and Zhang Zhi
Jasper dressed up as a tree,
Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down.
I don't know who cut off the thin leaves,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Maoliu
Tang Bai Juyi
A green tree is sad, it has been separated from hatred by several people.
Send more farewells near the Doumen, and fold the strip in half to reduce the spring breeze.
Chang 'an Liu Xin
Don
At the beginning of nine strange clouds, yellow willows are new. The sky is different from the garden, and spring comes first.
The color is light and slightly dew, and the silk is light but not dusty. I want to break one and go back to this morning.
Look at the new willow in Linchuan
Sugar crisp rice
I haven't seen Jiangtou for three or four days, and Liu Laojin is near the bridge.
The south bank of the bank crosses the north, and it is filled with rain and smoke.
The place where my hometown leads my dreams is twice as prosperous and declining as other countries.
The grass in Tingzhou is all the same color, and everyone knows how to kill it.
willow
Sugar crisp rice
When the wind slows down, when the smoke blows water. If you annoy the general, you will be tied to a short branch.
Zhang Lang's bones are soft and thin, and her waist is light and hungry. My hometown has not returned, and my heart hurts.
Tiliu
Tang dihuan
The south is far from the north, and the shadow dances here. Emerald color can't be folded, leave more feelings.
Caged on the shore after the rain, smoke on the Suihe River. It has its own good name, followed by Qin Song.
Liu Xin
Dondum
The wind can't shake, the color is new, and the waist is envious.
The shade didn't cover the long dike water, and the golden spike greeted Yuan Chun first.
A few sad roads, a branch, the rain sees the dust.
More is the departure outside the east gate, fearing to kill the opposite person.
Liu jueju
Dondum
A group of trees are newly opened, and they are fascinated by the amorous feelings of spring.
Fan Chuan, the old country hates her, half built the village bridge and half blew the stream.
willow
Tangfanggan
The swaying posture makes the wind blow, and the embankment is softer than silk. You'll know when you're strong, but it's hard to persist when you're weak.
Learn to dance branches and turn sleeves to make up Ye Mei. How to climb, bosom friend and poetry.
willow
Tang hanhe
A cage of golden thread bends the bridge, and several children hurt their backs.
But the spirit and standard are there, and spring is still long.
willow
Don
The green belt in willow songs moved away from the Golden Temple and planted in Lv Yun.
Shang Yang's maid-in-waiting made a noise and then came back to dance with her waist.
willow
Tang Han Gai
The snow is all green and hazy, the warm wind is late, and the early warbler returns.
If you leave spring with thin leaves, you must tie the long strips to shine.
Pengze is still depressed, and the Sui embankment is ownerless and reluctant.
In the world, people hate this, but pedestrians give it away.
willow
Tang hanhe
The wind and rain are not self-sustaining, and the whole body is unable to hang down to people.
Jade fiber is folded, like the hand of Guanyin.
willow
Tangliqiao
Liu Yang is full of gloom, and the golden land is always green. Flowers are like snow in front of the courtyard, and leaves are like clouds between the buildings.
The column is divided into Dragon Shadow and Fangchi writes Phoenix. How to play the flute? It's like thinking about you.
pillow
Don
In the graceful little garden, there is a graceful Quchi East. The fairy clothes are full of wind when she hangs down to the ground.
Seven sages are better at bamboo, and three products are pine. Heartbroken spirit and temple, the first royal jade seat is empty.
willow
Don
The snow in Jiangnan and Jiangbei began to disappear and the desert was pale yellow.
Ba 'an has climbed the guest's hand, and Chu Palace has danced first.
Qingming brings rain to the official road, and the night wind blows the wild bridge.
If the thread is like silk, it is hatred, and Wang Sungui has a long way to go.
willow
Don
I used to chase the east wind, just like a dancer dancing at a banquet. It was a spring full of flowers, and people were playing in Leyuan Scenic Area.
How to get to the late autumn season, it's already sunset, and Qiu Chan laments a scene.
Tiliu
Tang Lizhong
Folding away from the pavilion, the spring is full of hands. Flowers are not gorgeous, but soft and affectionate.
The moon clips the river, and the wind shakes the wild warbler. Suidi March dusk, flying catkins want to vertical and horizontal.
6. What are the poems about willows?
Willow was planted before, which is in harmony with Hannan. Now, they have fallen and are sad. If trees are like this, why are people inferior?
Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, morning breeze and waning moon.
The willows in Jiang Shuiping are green, and I can hear the songs on the Langjiang River. When the east rises and the west falls, Tao is heartless and affectionate.
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.
The shade of ancient wood is a short awning, and the stick thistle helps me cross the east of the bridge. The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
It is raining and dusty in Weicheng, and the color of the guest house is slightly new. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
Baling Bridge has the best scenery because of the staggered smoke trees. Weeping willows, after several climbs, gaunt Chu palace waist.
Changting Road, which came last year, should be flexible across thousands of feet.
I don't know if I'm going to see Fujian in Dongcheng or if it's spring.
The willows in Xicheng are very gentle. Tears can't be collected when you are away from troubles. I still remember my feelings. I once went back to the boat for the department.
7. What are the poems about willow?
Poems about willow are:
1, wet apricot blossoms with clothes and blow cold willows. _ _ _ _ Zhinan's quatrains
2, red crisp hands, yellow wine, spring palace wall willow in the city. _ _ _ _ Lu You's hairpin chicken red crisp hand
I refused to marry Feng Chun, but I was misunderstood by the autumn wind for no reason. _ _ _ _ He Zhu's heart is bitter, and the willow returns to the pond
Small catkins are blowing on the branches. There are many fish in the sea. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Spring Scene in Hua Lian.
5. Why should the flute blame the willow? Spring breeze is not enough for Yumenguan. _ _ _ _ Two Liangzhou Poems by Wang Zhihuan, Part One.
6, the most ruthless city willow, still smoke cage ten miles embankment. _ _ _ _ Wei Zhuang's Taicheng
7. I have been there, Liu Yiyi. _ _ _ _ Anonymous "Pick the EU"
8. A gust of wind blew catkins, which made the shop more fragrant. A girl Wu poured wine and advised me to drink it. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's departure in a hotel in Nanjing
9. Still, still, people and poplars have lost weight. _ _ _ _ Qin Guan's Spring Dream
10, grass grows in February, and willows are drunk with spring smoke. _ _ _ _ Gaoding Country House
1 1, the spring city is full of flowers, and the cold food is east wind and willows. _ _ _ _ Han Yi's Cold Food/Cold Food Festival is a Thing'