1. Poems describing willows
"Traveling on the Shasha" by Zhou Zizhi Love is like a gossamer, and people are like flying catkins.
Teardrop Pavilion stared at each other in silence. A stream of smoke and willow trees hangs with thousands of silk threads, but there is no reason why the orchid boat can live in it.
The geese pass by the setting sun, and the grass is lost in the mist. Now I have countless worries.
Don’t think about how you will survive tomorrow morning. Ouyang Xiu's "Butterfly Loves Flowers" How deep is the courtyard? The willows are piled with smoke, and the curtains are countless.
The jade-carved saddle is in the place where you can see the Zhangtai Road. The rain is blowing and the wind is blowing wildly at the end of March, the door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring.
With tears in her eyes, she asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing. "The Sapphire Case" by He Zhu Lingbo could not reach Hengtang Road, but he watched Fangchen go.
Who will spend the golden years? Yueqiao Garden, with its slender windows and red doors, is the only place where spring is known. The flying clouds are rising slowly into the twilight sky, and the colorful pen is filled with new heart-breaking sentences.
How much leisure and sorrow are there? Yichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and rain, and plums are yellow and rainy. Liu Yong's "Rain Lin Bell" The chilling cicadas are mournful, facing the Changting Pavilion at night, the showers have begun to stop.
There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent. Where there is nostalgia, the orchid boat urges the ship. Doubted see tears in their eyes, even Yuning choke.
Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads, the dusk falls and the sky widens. Since ancient times, sentimental feelings have hurt parting, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival! Where will you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls.
The passage of time should be a time of good times and good times. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell them! "Planting Willows in Dongxi" by Bai Juyi: Wild love planting, planting willows in the water.
Take advantage of the spring to chop with an ax, cut it and tree it. The length is neither long nor short, high or low is appropriate.
The big trunk is buried against the bank, and the twigs are planted near the stream. The pines and cypresses cannot be treated, and the nannan is hard to move.
It is better to plant this tree, which will flourish easily. You can still live without roots, and it is not too late to become a negative person.
You have not left the county for three years, so you can see Yiyi. After planting, rest by the water, raising your head and thinking to yourself.
Wealth and honor are not expected, fame and fame only come in time. If you don’t plant willow trees, what will you do if you sit upright? Green Gate Willow by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty The green tree looks sad, and has been part of the hatred of several people.
In order to say goodbye to many people near the capital, the long strips are folded to reduce the spring breeze. Suzhou Willow by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty Huang Yongna in the Golden Valley Garden, and whirling green beside the Qujiang Pavilion.
Laolai travels everywhere, unlike Suzhou where willows are the most common. The fluttering white hair is blowing on your face, leaving you at a loss what to do.
Chang'an New Willows by Chen Guang of the Tang Dynasty The clouds in Jiumo are beginning to rise, and the willows in Huangqu are already new. Different Tianyuan scenery, spring comes first.
The color is light and slightly revealing, and the silk is light and not dusty. A branch is about to be broken, and it will be morning when it returns.
Willows by the water in May Tang Cuihu The roots are tall and tall, and the hanging shadows cover the clear sky. My sleeping face is still cold, and my lazy waist is even softer.
Shake the air bar and it is heavy, and the water belt will unfold. It seems like the drunken smoke condenses on the scene, like the sorrowful moon with dew.
Fishes are frightened by long threads, and birds are frightened by weak branches. How sentimental is the long separation, and the spring is full of joy.
Liu Tang Cui Cui The wind is slow and the sun is late, dragging smoke across the water. Provoke the hatred of thousands of generals and tie them to short and long branches.
A man with weak bones is thin, and a woman with a light waist is hungry. I still miss my hometown without returning home.
Xinliu Cui Cui of Tang Dynasty is ruthless and gentle, letting the spring rush, as if leaning against the ancient platform in the wind. How much I hate last year and today, the color of Yugou comes from Dongting.
Willows on the Embankment by Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty The weeping willows have thousands of silks, weaving farewells when spring comes. At the place where passers-by climb and break, the concubine has her heart broken.
The rain rubs the golden strands thinly, and the smoke is soft and green.
Seeing off guests brings new regrets, and listening to orioles reminisce about old travels. If you give as a gift and get more as a gift, you will get late autumn.
Ti Liu by Tang Dihuan The shadows are whirling here between the south and the north. There is no end to the emerald green, and there is more to it than love.
The lingering rain lingers on the Ba Bank, and the mist envelopes the Sui River. He has a good reputation, can Qin Song succeed him?
Lonely Willow by Du Mu of Tang Dynasty A willow tree contains smoke, and the wind blows on the ground for a long time. The beautiful woman couldn't bear to be broken and looked back at her delicate hands with regret.
Willow Quatrains by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty. Several trees have newly bloomed and their green shadows are in full bloom. They lean against the wind and are fascinated by the spring. I hate my hometown Fanchuan, half covering the village bridge and half brushing the stream.
Xinliu Tang Dumu is unable to shake the wind and the dawn is new, and the thin waist is often jealous. The green shade has not covered the water of the long embankment, and the golden ears are the first to greet the spring in the garden.
A few sad memories of the long journey, a branch and the rain send the dust off. There are many farewells outside the east gate, and people are worried about killing people day and night.
Willows in Yugou by Du Xunhe of the Tang Dynasty When spring arrives in Yugou, the willows beside the ditch will be new in color. The thin cage penetrates the forbidden water and gently brushes the people entering the court.
The sun is approaching, the time is early, and the sky is low and the sky is even. The warbler's perch in the valley is not stable, and the painting of the palace maid is difficult to be realistic.
The sky in the Chu Kingdom shook the waves, and the Sui Dynasty embankment secretly stirred up dust. In the Imperial City, Longjin must be conquered first.
Liu Tang Fangqian sways in the wind, softer than silk near the embankment. Who knows if the attitude is strong? If the strength is weak, it will be difficult to maintain it.
Learn to dance with branches, turn your sleeves, and spread your eyebrows like makeup leaves. How to climb up and down, Huaiyou wrote poems again.
Liu Tang Han Xie A cage of gold thread brushed the curved bridge, and the waist was almost damaged by children. Helplessly, Linghe Biaoge is still there, but the spring is still long and thin.
There is no catkins floating in the wind on the long embankment, but the sun reflects on the vast road for the first time.
Don't leave the pavilion until late spring, fold all the tens of thousands of branches on the eaves.
The flowers and weeds are always competing for new ones, and the wrinkles on the eyebrows are uneven. Don't waste a spring just begging for the remaining strength of the east wind.
Liu Han Cong of the Tang Dynasty. In the song of breaking willows, green strips are obtained, and they are moved far away to the golden palace to plant green sky. The palace maid from Shangyang sent her off with a voice, but she was not angry and returned to dancing with her thin waist.
Liu Tang Han Gai When the snow is gone, the shadows on the green gate are faint, and the warm wind returns late and early in the morning. If you rely on thin leaves to retain the spring color, you must tie the long strips with falling sunlight.
Peng Ze is sentimental and depressed, while Sui Di has no owner to rely on. In the world, people who are hated are spared this kind of thing, but passers-by give away gifts rarely.
Ode to the Willows by Han Xie of the Tang Dynasty The rain and the wind were dragging the wind without restraint, and the whole body was weak and hung down to people. The jade fiber is broken and given to each other from afar, just like when it is in Guanyin's hand.
Ode to the Willow by He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty The jasper tree is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
The new willows in Yugou by Tang Jia Ling It is sunny and early in Yuyuan, and the willows in Zhanggou are new in color. The roots are in recent days, and the leaves are covered with spring.
Beautiful nature contains green, and clear yin wants to protect people. Light clouds slant the view, and there are many dewdrops traveling in the dust.
The curls are worthy of leaving the gift, and the sight is still there. If the king and grandson can be rewarded, they will climb and break in Fangchen.
New Willows in Yugou by Li Guan of the Tang Dynasty When Yugou returns to Guangmo, the willow trees face the pedestrians. The green branches are full, and the trees are new with age.
I'm afraid of meeting strangers, and I'm worried when I see you leaving. Yingzhang Taiqi is close by, and Yuan Chun is far away.
The tender vagina is first covered with water, and the tall shadow gradually leaves the dust. Don't play the huerflute or wet the towel with tears.
Liu Tang Li Qiao The willows are lush and green, and the golden embankment has a green atmosphere. The flowers in front of the courtyard are like snow, and the leaves between the buildings are like clouds.
The places are divided into dragon shadows, and the Fangchi is written with phoenix characters. How can I play the short flute? Climbing and folding is to miss the king.
Guanmenliu Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty A row of willows beside the Yongding River, with long hair in spring. Traveling from east to west is unkind and does not reduce the dust on the road to Qingyin.
The Weeping Willow by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty The weeping willow has green hair and velvet hair, and the building is dark and rainy. Thinking becomes a night dream, and the spring is spent for a long time.
Washing oneself in an open manner, riding a horse with a childlike smile. The blue sky turns to the hat, and the red candle is close to the high boat.
The eyes of resentment are clear to the autumn water, and the frown is pale to the distant peaks. The flowers in the small garden are all gone and the butterflies are gone, and the crickets are awakened from drunkenness in the quiet courtyard.
The old one was Qintai Phoenix, now it is drugstore dragon. The dowry has been thrown away for a long time, and it has been used as a bell in Jingyang.
Weeping Willow Tang. 2. Poems about the willow tree
Ode to the Willow
The jasper is as high as the tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Riverside Willow
On the edge of the ancient embankment, there is a green tree smoke. If the silk is not continuous, keep the tielang boat.
Ti Liu
In the south and north, shadows are whirling here. There is no end to the emerald green, and there is more to it than love.
The lingering rain lingers on the Ba Bank, and the mist covers the Sui River. He has a good reputation, can Qin Song succeed him?
Lone Willow
A willow tree containing smoke is blowing on the ground and swaying in the wind for a long time. The beautiful woman couldn't bear to be broken and looked back at her delicate hands with regret.
Willow Quatrains
Several trees have newly bloomed and have green shadows, leaning against the wind and being fascinated by the spring.
I hate my hometown Fanchuan, half covering the village bridge and half brushing the stream.
Willow
Swaying in the wind, softer than silk near the embankment. Who knows if the attitude is strong? If the strength is weak, it will be difficult to maintain it.
Learn to dance with branches, turn your sleeves, and spread your eyebrows like leaves. How to climb up and down, Huaiyou wrote poems again.
Willow
A cage of golden thread brushed against the curved bridge, almost slender waist being damaged by children.
Unfortunately, Linghe Biaoge is still there, and spring is still long and thin. 3. The poems about willow trees include:
Picking Wei
I am gone in the past, and the willows are still there. Now that I'm thinking about it, it's raining and snowing.
Li Bai · Recalling Qin E
The sound of the flute swallowed, Qin E dreamed of breaking the moon in the Qin Tower. Qin Lou is full of moon, willows are colored every year, and Baling is sad to say goodbye. Enjoy the Qingqiu Festival in Yuanyuan, and the sound of Xianyang's ancient road is excruciating. The sound is gone, the west wind is shining, the Han family mausoleum
Farewell
The willows are green and heavy on the ground, the poplar flowers are flying in the sky, the willow branches are broken and the flowers are flying away, I would like to ask the passers-by if they are coming home. .
Liangzhou Ci by Wang Zhihuan.
Far above the Yellow River among the white clouds, there is an isolated city named Wanren Mountain. Why bamboo flute complain willow, spring is not degree Pass.
Wei Zhuang, Jinling Map
The river is raining and the grass is flowing, and the six dynasties are like birds chirping in the sky. The most ruthless willow is Taicheng Liu, still smoked ten miles away from the embankment.
How much leisure and sorrow are there? Yichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and rain, and plums are yellow and rainy.
He Zhu. The Sapphire Case
A stream of smoke and willows is covered with thousands of silk threads, but there is no reason why the orchid boat can live there.
Zhou Zizhi. Walking on the Shasha
The sorrow of leisure is the most painful. Don’t go and lean on Weilan, where the setting sun is setting and the smoke of willows breaks your heart.
Xin Qiji. Moyu'er
Looking closely, it is not poplar flowers, but the tears of separation.
Su Shi. Water Dragon Yin
The cicadas are miserable. It's late to Changting. The showers have begun to subside. All the cars and tents are drinking without thoughts. Nostalgia. Lanzhou urged. Holding hands and looking into teary eyes.
I was speechless and choked. Think about it. Thousands of miles of smoke. The dusk is heavy and the sky is vast. Passion has hurt parting since ancient times. Even more embarrassing.
Ignore the Qingqiu Festival. Where to wake up tonight? The dawn wind and the waning moon on the willow bank. After so many years, it should be a good time and beautiful scenery. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell them! ——Liu Yong. Yu Linling
Hearing the flute in Luo City on a spring night Li Bai
Whose jade flute flies darkly, spreading into the spring breeze all over Luo City.
Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, who can't help but love the hometown! 4. Poems of Yangliu
Farewell The author is unknown: Anonymous.
The willows are green and hanging on the ground, and the willows are flying in the sky. The wicker branches are broken and the flowers are flying. I would like to ask the passers-by if they are returning. Picking Wei I went there in the past, and the willows are still there. Now that I'm thinking about it, it's raining and snowing.
The journey is slow and full of thirst and hunger. My heart is sad, but I don’t know how sad I am.
Represents parting: "I once planted willows on the south bank of the Jiangnan River. I said goodbye to the south of the Yangtze River and experienced two springs. I recall the banks of the Qingqing River in the distance, and I don’t know who climbed and folded." (Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Remembering the South of the Yangtze River") "The willows beside the water are scattered Silk, I immediately asked you to break a branch.
Only the spring breeze cherishes each other the most, and the diligence blows into my hands." (Tang Dynasty Yang Juyuan's "Liu Yang, a Scholar") The lingering love of listening to the flute in Luocheng on a spring night. Author: Li Bai. The sound of someone's jade flute is flying quietly, spreading into the spring breeze and filling Luo City. Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown.
Symbol of Hometown "Ode to the Willows" The jasper tree is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who planted the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
"Willow Branches" Yiyi curls up to regain youth, seducing the spring breeze with unlimited affection. White snowflakes fluttered on the ground, and the green threads were as weak as the orioles.
"Catkins on the Pond" There is no wind on the pond, but the sun is falling, and the poplars will fly away after clearing. In order to clear the slender mirror, it is wet but has no sky and cannot return.
"Yang Hua" If you don't fight for the beauty, you won't get the glory, and you will fly into the clear field with snow. Hundreds of flowers hate the wind blowing down, but Yanghua loves the wind alone.
"Willow" Every spring is pitiful, fighting for three times and sleeping three times. The traces of melancholy are chaotic with the wind, and the rain is shining in the beauty.
In ancient times, I wanted to lead a wanderer on the ferry, and I left the pavilion to give the traveler a whip. The sound of a flute sounds late at night, and looking back at the vast expanse, there are a few smokey trees.
"The Book of Songs" is the first collection of poems in ancient my country, including poems about willows. The poem says, "I have passed away in the past, and the willow trees are still flying." The poem uses catkins to express the feeling of nostalgia.
One of the most famous poems about willows is "Ode to Willows" written by He Zhizhang, a poet of the ancient Tang Dynasty: The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk strips hanging down. I don’t know who planted the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
The poem uses thin ribbons to describe wicker. The poet uses his rich imagination to sing about the charming spring in a unique way. Under the blowing of the spring breeze, the willow trees sprout and grow leaves. It is the spring breeze as thin as scissors that "cuts" thousands of green willow branches to dress up this green spring.
Bai Juyi's "Willow Branches" describes in detail the whirling willows of new willows in early spring, and their graceful and fragile appearance. The poem says: Yiyi curls up to regain youth, seducing the spring breeze with unlimited emotion.
White snowflakes fluttered on the ground, and the green threads were as weak as the orioles. Han Yu, one of the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties, observed the shape of catkins very carefully. His "Catkins on the Pond" can be said to be a penetrating work: There is no wind on the pond, but the light is falling, and the poplars fly away after clearing.
In order to clear the mirror from the fiber, it is wet but has no dome and cannot return. Here, poplars are catkins.
At sunset, catkins fill the sky beside the beard, and poplar flowers fall to the water. They are soaked in water and can no longer fly. Through this detailed description, the poet reflects his interest in being intoxicated by the beautiful natural scenery.
The poem "Yang Hua" by Wu Rong, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, has a different flavor: If you don't fight for the rich flowers, you won't occupy the red, and you will fly into the clear fields with misty snow. Hundreds of flowers hate the wind blowing down, but Yanghua loves the wind alone.
The poem represents the affirmation of Yang Hua. Although Yanghua is not as colorful as Baihua, it has a personality that Baihua does not have.
It is not afraid of wind and rain, but relies on the power of the wind to fly freely in the air like snowflakes, which is unique. Zhou Zhihui in the Qing Dynasty wrote a poem "Liu": It is pitiful every year when spring comes, and I fight for three times and sleep three times.
The traces of melancholy are scattered by the wind, and the beauty of the rain is reflected in the rain. In ancient times, I wanted to lead a wanderer on the ferry, and I left the pavilion to give the traveler a whip.
The sound of a flute fades into the night, and looking back at the vast expanse, there are a few trees with smoke. Farewell The author is unknown: Anonymous.
The willows are green and hanging on the ground, and the willows are flying in the sky. The wicker branches are broken and the flowers are flying. I would like to ask the passers-by if they are returning. Picking Wei I went there in the past, and the willows are still there. Now that I'm thinking about it, it's raining and snowing.
The journey is slow and full of thirst and hunger. My heart is sad, but I don’t know how sad I am.
Represents farewell: "I once planted willows on the south bank of the Yangtze River, saying goodbye to the south of the Yangtze River and experiencing two springs.
I recall from afar on the bank of the Qingqing River, I don’t know who is climbing and folding.” (Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Remembering the South of the Yangtze River") "The willows by the water are twisted with dust, and I immediately asked you to break a branch.
Only the spring breeze cherishes each other the most, and the diligence blows into the hands even more" ("Liu Yang, a talented scholar" by Yang Juyuan of the Tang Dynasty) The lingering love and affection of hearing the flute in Luo City on a spring night. Author: Li Bai Whose jade flute is flying secretly? The spring breeze fills Luo City. Who can miss the feeling of hometown when hearing the broken willows in this nocturne?
The symbol of hometown "Ode to the Willows" The jasper tree is as tall as a tree, and there are thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. Who planted it, the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
"Willow branches" curl up and regain their youth, seducing the spring breeze with endless love, and the green silk strips are as weak as the orioles. p> "Pond on the Pond" There is no wind on the pond, but the sun is falling, and the poplar flowers will fly away after clearing. They are wet but have no sky, and they cannot return. , The sky is clear and the snow is dim. The flowers always hate the wind, but only the poplar loves the wind. The melancholy is scattered by the wind, and the rain is falling on the water.
The ancient ferry wants to lead the wanderer, and I leave the pavilion to give the traveler a whip. > "The Book of Songs" is the first collection of poems in ancient my country, and there is a poem about willows. The poem says, "I have passed away, and the willow trees are hanging on me." The poem uses catkins to express the feeling of nostalgia.
The most famous poem about willows is "Ode to Willows" by the ancient Tang poet He Zhizhang: The jasper is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green threads hanging down. I don't know who planted the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
The poem uses thin ribbons to describe wicker. With the help of rich imagination, the poet creatively sings about the charming spring. Under the blowing spring breeze, the willow trees sprout and grow leaves. It is the spring breeze as thin as scissors, " "Cut" thousands of green willow branches to dress up this lush green spring.
Bai Juyi's "Willow Branches" describes in detail the whirling willows of new willows in early spring and the grace of the frail orioles. . The poem says: Yiyi curls up to regain his youth, seducing the spring breeze with infinite emotion.
The white snowflakes flutter on the ground, and the green silk strips are as weak as the orioles. Han Yu, one of the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties, observed the shape of catkins very carefully. His "Pond Catkins" can be said to be a work of whipping into the inner world: There is no wind on the pond, but the sun is falling, and the poplar flowers fly away after the clear sky.
In order to clear the mirror, the poplar flowers are wet but there is no sky. Catkins.
At sunset, catkins fill the sky, and poplars fall to the water. They are soaked in water and can no longer fly. Through this detailed description, the poet expresses his intoxication in the beautiful natural scenery.
The poem "Yang Hua" written by Wu Rong of the Tang Dynasty has a different flavor: If you don't fight for the rich flowers, you won't be able to take advantage of them. The flowers are flying in the clear fields and the snow is dim. They will always hate the wind to blow them down. Yang. 5. Poems about willow trees
Ji Neng Sing Liu Ci
The dawn wind wanes on the bank of willows
The flowers in the sun are still lying under the incense quilt
Smoked willows paint the bridge,
Thousands of green silk ribbons hang down, the guest house is green and the willow color is new
There are few willows blowing on the branches,
I don’t know who cuts the thin leaves, there is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world
Willows pile up with smoke,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors, I regret teaching my husband to find a title
There are flowers flying everywhere in Spring City.
Wherever there is well water.
The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the smoke is still hanging on the ten-mile embankment
Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The orioles wear the willow belts, the wind curtains are green, and there are hundreds of thousands of homes
< p>Suddenly I saw the color of willows on the street, and the cold east wind swayed the willowsThe most ruthless willows in Taicheng are the willows in Taicheng
He Zhizhang
The jasper made up a tree as high as the curtain The screen is countless
The willow shades are straight, and the smoke is green with silk threads
The weak willows are thousands of threads, and the tender yellow is evenly spread over the place where the duck crows, and the spring breeze does not pass through the Yumen Pass
< p> Weicheng Chaoyu Yi Qingchen 6. What are the poems about willow trees? What are the poems about willow trees?The poems about willow trees are:
1. The clothes are wet with the apricot blossom rain, The willow wind does not blow cold on my face. ____Zhinan's "Quatrains"
2. Red crisp hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. ____ Lu You's "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix·Red Hands"
3. Back then, I refused to marry the spring breeze, but was misled by the autumn breeze for no reason. ____He Zhu's "Bitter Heart·Willows Return to the Pond"
4. There are few willows blowing on the branches. There is no grass anywhere in the world. ____Su Shi's "Butterflies in Love with Flowers·Spring Scene"
5. Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass. ____Wang Zhihuan's "One of Two Liangzhou Poems"
6. The most ruthless willow is Taicheng Liu, which is still smoked ten miles across the embankment. ____Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng"
7. I am gone in the past, and the willows are still there. ____Anonymous "Picking Wei"
8. The wind blows the willow flowers and fills the store with fragrance, and Wu Ji presses wine for guests to taste. ____Li Bai's "Farewell at Jinling Wine Shop"
9. Still, still, both people and green poplars are thin.
____ Qin Guan's "Ru Meng Ling·Spring Scenery"
10. In the February day, the grass grows and the orioles fly, and the willows brush the embankments and are drunk by the spring smoke. ____Gao Ding's "Village Residence"
11. Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind keeps the willows from falling. ____Han Hong's "Cold Food/Cold Food Day" 7. Poems about willows
The willows of the Changting Pavilion by Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty The willows of the Changting Pavilion are swayed, and the water flows through the shade.
The rain rubs the golden strands thinly, and the smoke is soft and green. Seeing off guests brings new regrets, listening to orioles reminisce about old travels.
If you give a lot of money as a gift, you will get a late autumn. Title Liu Dihuan of Tang Dynasty The shadows are whirling here between the south and the north.
There is no end to the green color, but there is more to it than love. The rain lingers on the bank of Ba, and the mist covers the Sui River.
He has a good reputation, can Qin Song succeed him? Lonely Willow by Du Mu of Tang Dynasty A willow tree containing smoke is blowing on the ground and swaying in the wind for a long time.
The beautiful woman couldn't bear to be broken and looked back at her delicate hands with regret. Liuquatrains by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty Several trees have newly bloomed and their green shadows are in full bloom, leaning against the wind and being fascinated by the spring.
I hate my hometown Fanchuan, half covering the village bridge and half brushing the stream. Xinliu by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty. Unable to shake the wind, the color is new at dawn, and the thin waist is often jealous.
The green shade has not covered the water of the long embankment, and the golden ears are the first to welcome the spring in the garden. A few sad memories of the long journey, a branch and the rain send the dust off.
There are many farewells outside the east gate, and people are worried about killing people day and night. Willows in Yugou by Du Xunhe of the Tang Dynasty When spring arrives in Yugou, the willows beside the ditch will be new.
The thin cage penetrates the forbidden water and gently brushes the people entering the court. The sun is approaching, the time is early, and the sky is low and the sky is even.
The warbler's habitat is not stable, and the painting of the palace maid is difficult to be realistic. The sky in the Chu Kingdom shook the waves, and the Sui Dynasty embankment secretly stirred up dust.
In the Imperial City, Longjin must be conquered first. Liu Tang Fangqian is swaying in the wind, and is softer than silk near the embankment.
Who knows if you have a strong attitude? If you are weak, it will be difficult to maintain it. Learn to dance with branches, turn your sleeves, and spread your eyebrows with makeup leaves.
How to climb and break, Huaiyou wrote poems again. Liu Tang Han Xie A cage of gold thread brushed against the curved bridge, and the waist was almost damaged by children.
Unfortunately, Linghe Biaoge is still there, but the spring is still long. Two Poems on Willows by Gu Yun of the Tang Dynasty The dew and the smoke are hanging down everywhere, the yellow blossoms are yellow and the green is tender.
No catkins are floating in the wind on the long embankment, but the sun reflects on the vast road for the first time. Leaning by the painting feast to steal the dance, lowering oneself to the makeup pavilion to imitate frowning.
If you don’t leave the pavilion until late spring, you will fold all the thousands of branches on the eaves. The idle flowers and weeds are always competing for new ones, and the wrinkles on the brows are uneven.
Don’t waste a whole year of spring by begging for the remaining strength of the east wind. Liu Han Cong of the Tang Dynasty. I broke the willow tree and got green strips in the song, and moved it far away to the golden palace to plant the green sky.
The Shangyang palace maid said goodbye with a voice, but she was not angry and returned to dancing with her thin waist. Liu Tang Han Gai The snow is gone and the shadows on the green gate are faint, and the warm wind returns late and early in the morning.
If you want to rely on thin leaves to retain the spring color, you must tie the long strips with Luohui. Peng Ze was sentimental and depressed, but Sui Di had no one to rely on.
This is the kind of thing that is spared when it comes to anger in the world, but it is rare for passers-by to give away gifts. Ode to the Willows by Han Xie of the Tang Dynasty The rain and the wind are uncontrollable, and the whole body is weak and hangs down to others.
The jade fiber is broken and given to each other from afar, just like when it is in the hands of Guanyin. Ode to the Willow by He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty The jasper tree is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. The new willows in Yugou by Tang Jia Ling The willows in Zhanggou are new in color as early as the sun rises in Yuyuan.
The roots are in recent days, and the leaves are covered with spring. The beautiful nature contains green, and the clear yin wants to protect people.
Slanting view with light clouds and lots of dewdrops. The curls are worthy of being separated from the gifts, and Yiyi is alone looking at the frequency.
If the king and grandson can be rewarded, they will climb and break in Fangchen. New Willows in Yugou by Li Guan of the Tang Dynasty When Yugou returns to Guangmo, the fragrant willows face the pedestrians.
The green branches are full, and the trees are new with age. Afraid of encountering unexpected visitors, worried about farewell.
Yingzhang Taiqi is close by, and Yuan Chun is far away. The tender vagina is first covered with water, and the tall shadow gradually leaves the dust.
Don’t play Huerdi and wet the towel with tears. Liu Tang Li Qiao The willows are dense and dense, and the golden embankment has a green atmosphere.
The flowers in front of the courtyard are like snow, and the leaves between the buildings are like clouds. The columns are divided into dragon shadows, and the Fangchi is written with phoenix characters.
Why is the short flute played? Climbing and folding is to miss the king. Guanmenliu Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty A row of willows beside the Yongding River, Yiyi has long hair in the spring.
Traveling east to west is unkind and does not reduce the dust on the road to Qingyin. Weeping Willow by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty The weeping willow has green hair and velvet hair, and the building is dim and covered with rain.
Thinking becomes a night dream, and the spring is spent for a long time. When washing one's clothes, one should be open to the public, and when riding one's horse, one should smile childishly and respectfully.
The blue sky turns to the sun, and the red candle closes to the sky. The angry eyes are bright and the autumn water is bright, and the frowning eyebrows are pale in the distant peaks.
The flowers in the small garden are all gone and the butterflies are gone, and the crickets are awakened from drunkenness in the quiet courtyard. It used to be a phoenix on Qintai, but now it is a dragon on drug store.
After throwing the dowry for a long time, it became a Jingyang bell. Weeping Willows by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty In the small garden of Pingting, there is a graceful and graceful place in the east of the pond.
The court robes are all hanging down to the ground, and the fairy clothes are full of wind. The Seven Sages would rather occupy the Bamboo, and the Third Rank would prefer the Pine.
Heartbroken Linghe Hall, the late emperor’s jade throne is empty. Liu Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty How many leaves can be limited when spring comes, and how many branches are shaken by dawn.
To know whether you are lovesick or not, you should dance all the time. The butterflies are flying and hiding, and the oriole is weakly exposed.
It is better to conquer the whole country, and who can admire the eyebrows alone? Liu Tang Li Shangyin The snow in the south and north of the Yangtze River has just disappeared, and the desert is light and yellow, stirring up tender strips.
Ba'an has already climbed up to the guest's hand, and Chu Palace is the first to ride on the waist of the dancing concubine. It rains on the official road during the Qingming Festival, and the wind blows on the wild bridge in the evening.
Like a thread, it is like a thread that leads to hatred, and the way back for the king and his grandson is far away. Liu by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty There is love at the bottom of the pond in Liu Yingjiang, and the sight of him frequently frightens the visitors.
Barei is hidden away in the mountains, and there is the sound of horse racing on the platform. Li Shangyin, Liu Tang Dynasty: How could I dare to take advantage of the scenery just because I have the fragrance of my face by the bridge?
The jade trees in the back yard are full of grace, but I don’t believe that years can lead to heartbreak. Li Shangyin of the Liu Dynasty once danced in the east wind and enjoyed the spring garden in the heart-breaking sky.
How can I be willing to arrive on a clear autumn day, with both the setting sun and the cicadas? Jian Liu, Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty, has been wearing golden strands, but the white jade flowers are still flying.
Horses must be whisked for a long time, and crows rarely hide in secret places. The eyebrows are thin and narrow, and the waist is light and should not be tilted.
Who is the best in Dailiang? It is the Lu family that is favored. Spring Pond Willow by Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty The willow tree changed into a pool platform in the next year, and the embankment in the Sui Dynasty turned straight back.
Chasing the waves, the shadow goes away, and the wind brings the shadow. There is a bird in the sparse yellow, and there are a few eyebrows in the half green.
The snow is lingering on the spring bank, and there are early plum blossoms here and there. Ode to Willows by Li Xianyong of the Tang Dynasty The smoke is still interesting in the near future, and thousands of them are tucked away in the east wall and west.
Don’t hate it even if you know it will be hard to end, and you may not be able to boast about the spring scenery. The solution is long and graceful, and it cleverly follows the strong wind.
The sky should embroider a prosperous scene, and the roads are everywhere. Liu Tang Liye loves the slender waterside the most, where the setting sun moves its shadow across the green apples.
The east wind dyes green for another year, and the Chu Ke hurts the spring even more. The low leaves have been hidden by the bank, and the high branches should be closed to people upstairs.
The dancing waist is heavy with smoke and the light is old, and the scattered flying cotton is scattered in the green. Liu Er's Song by Li Zhong of the Tang Dynasty. When spring comes, there are no trees that are not green, just like the east wind with its unique feeling.
Reminiscing about my old residence by the Panshui River, there were several branches of mist and rain that belonged to the singing orioles. I love the green water country the most. Don’t worry about the flowers outside the door.
The slender body is unable to overcome the beauty of spring, shaking the singing oriole and hating the evening breeze. Inscription on the Willow by Li Zhong of the Tang Dynasty Turning towards the edge of the pavilion, the spring light fills your hands.
How beautiful are the flowers? They are soft and affectionate. The moon is caged in the stream between the banks, and the wind shakes the wild orioles.
At dusk of March in Sui Dynasty, the catkins are flying freely. Liu Tang Luo Shaowei Who better to beautify youth? Youth often promises to be a prophet.
The wind is gentle beside Yafu camp, and the sun is warm in front of Yuanliang's gate. The flowers are as dense as floating in six directions, and Ye Fan is reluctant to borrow his eyebrows.
There is no introduction to friendship, so I can give one to a benevolent person. Liu Tang Luo Yin Ba Anqing comes to say goodbye frequently, cuddling with each other for the longest time.
The flying catkins in my own house are still uncertain, and I am arguing about the hanging silk and stumbling passers-by. Liu Tang Luo Yin A cluster of green smoke locks the jade tower, half hanging down the wall and half hanging down the ditch.
There will be new news next year, and the spring breeze will continue to cause chaos. Liu Tang Muyou In ancient and modern times, with a gift from you, you will be reborn after many times of failure.
Five trees are leaning against Yuanming's house, and thousands of trees are hanging down at Taiwei's camp. The jade is hidden in the smoke near the water, and you can sleep in the wind and rain. 8. Sentences about willows
Good sentences to describe willows
1. Look at the willow trees on the edge of the field, they are so green, dazzling green, and transparent green. They are blowing in the spring breeze. Under the gentle breeze, its beautiful green hair was washed and combed. The willow tree is like a beautiful girl with disheveled hair, dancing gracefully in the breeze. Her dance is graceful, graceful and intoxicating.
2. The willow trees are intricately connected, which is completely different from the strong and straight style of the pines and cypresses. In addition, it is soft yet strong, combining hardness and softness. Look, by the pond, the willow silk is hanging low and graceful; look, in the pond, the willow shadows are swaying and dancing in the wind. The willow moves with its shadow, like a girl dressing up in the mirror, or like a fairy with dancing sleeves.
3. The dense willow trees look like "green clouds" from a distance. A breeze blows by, and the "green clouds" dance in the wind. Cicadas are endless on the branches. The ground screamed, as if to say: "It's so hot, so hot!" However, the children were not afraid of the heat. You see, they were playing, singing, dancing and enjoying the shade under the shade of the cool willow trees.
4. The spring girl takes off the gray clothes of the weeping willow and puts on a light green coat, letting the green emeralds fly up the branches and letting the soft branches dance. The tender branches are like many slender little hands, happily accepting the caress of the spring girl. Sometimes it dances gracefully with the spring girl, and sometimes it hangs straight to the ground to perform wonderful acrobatics. Every movement seems to be moving toward the person who gives it life. Miss Chun expressed her gratitude.
5. The trunk of the willow tree is straight and brown in color, but as the branches droop, each branch is very smooth. The branches are covered with green leaves, emerald green, each leaf. Like an undulating boat, a breeze blows by, the branches sway gently, and the leaves dance lightly on the branches, like a boat rippling with leaves.
6. I love willow trees because of their green branches. The green willow branches all over the river drag their long branches, like beautiful hair, dragging the mirror-like pool water; the breeze blows, the soft and slender branches sway in the breeze, like two longevity old men holding He has a long beard and wishes the rising sun in the east. The little birds sat on the green willow branches and sang, adding vitality to the willow trees.