Original text:
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 drooping willows are fluttering gently like thousands of green ribbons. I don't know who cut this thin willow leaf like magic scissors, and that is the spring breeze in February.
2, "Liu Yong" Song Dynasty poet Ceng Gong
Original text:
Chaos is not yet yellow, leaning against the east wind.
I wonder if there is frost in heaven and earth.
The messy willow branches haven't turned yellow yet, dancing wildly under the east wind. I want to cover the sun and the moon with its flying group, but I don't know there is autumn frost between heaven and earth.
3. Han Wo, Tang Dynasty poet, "Liu Yong"
Original text:
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.
The willows tied by the rain and dragged by the wind are unable to maintain their shape and droop feebly to people. Fold this slender willow branch into jade and give it to people far away. As precious as willow branches in Guanyin's jade vase.
4. Ming Dynasty poet Xia Wanchun's "A Plum Willow"
Original text:
In the endless sad sunset, the old country is desolate, leaving only pink and red.
Jingou fish water is from west to east. Chen Gong was yesterday, and Sui Palace is now.
Thinking about the past in an empty day is heartless, and it is still a smoke cage.
The long and short leaves are green, separated only by the west wind and the east wind.
The setting sun is like blood, hurting people and leaning against the boundless mountains and rivers. The old country fell and was desolate everywhere. Today, only the dilapidated narrow palaces and streams in the imperial gardens of the Southern Ming Dynasty flow from west to east day and night. Just like Chen Houzhu's debauchery, yesterday's Chen Gong has become this year's Sui Palace.
I can't bear to look back, and the past is like this frivolous catkin, which instantly becomes empty. Catkin doesn't know people's hearts, but it still flies like smoke. Soft willow branches and green willow leaves are like drizzle. Just as the west wind blew, the east wind struck again, and there were several storms.
5. Song Dynasty poet Su Shi's "You Xian Fu".
Original text:
The wax in the south of the Yangtze River is exhausted, and after the early plum blossom, the weeping willows will not be rewarded in spring.
Thin waist has its own romantic style, but also more beautiful and elegant.
On the shore of Yongfeng Square, there was no one all day. Who can see the gold thread clearing up the sky?
When the heartbroken is flying catkins, the green leaves turn cloudy, making much ado about nothing, 10% thin.
It is the east wind that blows away a little spring wrinkle from your brow.
The twelfth lunar month in the south of the Yangtze River is almost over, and the petals of early plum have all fallen out. The spring that has just arrived can only be pinned on weeping willows. It is like a small, elegant branch with its own romantic characteristics. But its most beautiful place lies in its freshness, elegance and beauty.
In the corner of Yongfeng Square, no one stopped all day, and no one would take care of the soft silk lingering on it. The most frustrating thing is that in late spring, catkins are all over the sky, covered with reduced green leaves. Although only catkins fall, nothing else, but they are getting thinner and thinner. I'm afraid only the breeze that comes with spring can blow away the tight willow moth eyebrows.