The following are poems containing willow trees: 1. My clothes are wet with apricot blossom rain, and the willow wind is not cold on my face. ——Zhinan's "Quequatrains" 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 I was misled by the autumn breeze for no reason. ——He Zhu's "Bitter Heart·Willows Return to the Pond" 4. There are few willow trees 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 "Two Liangzhou Ci Poems, One" 6. The grass grows and the orioles fly in February, and the willows brush the dike and are drunk by the spring smoke. ——Gao Ding's "Village Residence" 7. The most ruthless willows in Taicheng are still smoke-filled embankments ten miles away. ——Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng" 8. I am gone in the past, and the willows are still there. ——Anonymous "Plucking Wei" 9. 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" 10. Still, still, people and green poplars are both thin.
——Qin Guan's "Ru Meng Ling·Spring Scenery"