Poems and ancient poems about willow trees

1. I want to get wet with clothes, and my face is not cold. -zhinan's quatrains

2. red crisp hands, yellow wine, and spring willows in the city. -Lu You's "Hairpin Phoenix Red Crispy Hands"

3. I refused to marry Chunfeng that year, but I was mistaken by the autumn wind for no reason. -he Zhu's "the heart is bitter, the willows return to the pond"

4. There is little willow cotton blowing on the branches. There are plenty of fish in the sea. -Su Shi's "Die Lian Hua Chun Jing"

5. The grass grows in February, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. -Gao Ding's "Village Residence"

6. Why should Qiangdi blame the willows? The spring breeze is not enough. -Wang Zhihuan's Two Poems of Liangzhou

7. There are flowers everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind is cold and the willows are oblique. -Han Yi's "Cold Food/Cold Food Day is Things"

8. The most ruthless is Taicheng Willow, which is still a smoke cage. -Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng"