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?
2. The section describing the willow tree in winter, the willow tree in the winter sun, 2005, 165438+20051October 26th, has been completely exposed in 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 strength 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.
3. Describe Liu's poem "Yong Liu". Zhang's jasper in Tanghe River adorns trees, and thousands of strands of moss tapestries hang down.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Bai Juyi, a tree in Liutang, Qingmen, is sad and has been complained by several people.
Send more farewells near the Doumen, and fold the strip in half to reduce the spring breeze. Chen Guangjiu in Xinliutang, Chang 'an, is at the beginning of the cloud, and the yellow willow is 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. Linchuan saw that Cui Mi of Xinliutang had not seen the river head for three or four days, and the side of Liulao Bridge was golden.
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. Liu Tang, the wind is slow, dragging smoke and brushing 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. The topic of Liu Tang is all over the world, where shadows dance.
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. New Liu Tang Du Mu is unable to shake the wind and dawn the new color, and his waist is like jealousy.
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 Jue said that several trees of Du Mu in Tang Dynasty have newly opened green shadows, and they are full of amorous feelings, so they are fascinated by spring.
Fan Chuan, the old country hates her, half built the village bridge and half blew the stream. Liu tang style shakes, and the embankment is soft and silky.
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. A cage of gold thread bent a bridge in Liutang Hanwo, and several children hurt her waist.
But the spirit and standard are there, and spring is still long. Liu Tang and Han Cong broke the green strips in willow songs and moved to Jindian to plant blue clouds.
Shang Yang's maid-in-waiting made a noise and then came back to dance with her waist. Liu, Tang and Han all watered the snow, making the trees dim and the warm wind return early.
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. Hanwo, who was in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, couldn't resist the rain and dragged the wind, and his whole body was powerless to hang down to people.
Jade fiber is folded, like the hand of Guanyin. Liu Tang Liqiao willow is full of shade, and Jindi is evergreen.
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. In the Tang Dynasty, Li Shangyin lived in a small and graceful garden, which was graceful to the east of Quchi.
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. By the time of Liu Tang, the snow in Jiangnan and Jiangbei described by Li Shangyin began to disappear.
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. During the Liu Tang period, Li Shangyin danced with Dongfeng and swam in the Spring Garden.
How to get to the late autumn season, it's already sunset, and Qiu Chan laments a scene. Liu Tang Jong Li turned away from the pavilion, and spring was 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. "Night Snow" Tang Bai Juyi has been shocked by the cold pillow and bright outside the window.
It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time. Jiang Xue Liutang Zongyuan Mountain has no birds, and a thousand paths have no footprints.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. "Don't Be Big" Tang Gao is thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, and the north wind blows geese and snow in succession.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? "Xue Mei" Song Lu Meipo Xue Mei refused to surrender for the sake of spring, and the poet stopped writing a commentary.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance. "Winter Pastoral Miscellaneous Fun" Song Fan Chengda let the boat idle to see the snow-capped mountains clear, and the wind set cold and frozen late.
Sitting and listening to a drop of pearl jade, I don't know that the lake has become ice. "Winter" Kang Ming's sea rhyme wants snow before it snows, and plum blossoms are inexhaustible.
Running water, small bridges, mountain temples, bamboo fences, thatched cottages. Bai Xuege bid farewell to Tian, secretary of Wu Guitang and Cen Can, and the north wind rolled white grass, and eight In the snow passed the Tatar Day.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom. Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.
The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear. The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.
In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment. In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.
Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow. I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
4. The poem 1 describes the dark willows by the river in winter. There are no birds in hundreds of mountains, but there are no footprints in thousands of roads. A boat and a bamboo cloak, an old man is fishing in Leng Jiang-Xuetang? Jiang Xue by Liu Zongyuan II. Why don't you see Yangchun soup if you don't kill it in severe winter? Lu Wen's Zuo Ting of Pujinguan River is chilling: harsh and desolate. It's cold and green, and the north wind is called withered mulberry. Thick ice has no cracks, and there is cold light in a short time. Meng Jiao's Ode to Bitterness and Cold is called: The wind is like a roar. Only when I saw the ridge head covered with dark clouds, I was shocked to find that the rocks were snowing like dust. Thousands of bamboo shoots and stones, thousands of pineapples and thousands of clouds on the Thousand Peaks and the Tang Dynasty? Qin Xue by Yuan Zhen III. Six flying flowers came into the room and sat watching bamboo turn into Qiongzhi soup? Six fruits of the high-level "Snow Pile": Snowflakes are hexagonal, so they are called snowflakes. Qiongzhi: Bamboo branches are like white jade because of snow cover. Knowing the weight of snow at night, you can smell the sound of bamboo breaking. Bai Juyi's Snow at Night: "I'm already shocked and cold, and I see the window again." I know it snows heavily at night, and I can smell the sound of bamboo folding. " 5. Is the white wall tile bead curtain lighter than catkin and heavier than frost Tang? Li Shangyin's Two Poems on Snow describes the scene of snowflakes flying in two sentences. 6. All the springs are frozen and swallowed, and I sing cold and swallow more: the spring water is frozen and does not flow smoothly, which is described as sobs. Liu Jia's "Fu of Bitterness and Cold": "A hundred springs are frozen, and I sing cold more. I leaned against Qiao Song in the middle of the night, but I didn't feel covered with snow. " 7. Hu Zai's "Tiaoxi Fishing Hidden Conghua" is quoted from Xiqing Poetry, which contains Bird's poem "Snow". Huang Geng's "Snow" Jade: Jade. 9. The stream is deeply uncomfortable with the snow, but the mountains are frozen? Hong Sheng's Snow Watch 10. It's raining heavily. Reading the Book of Songs? Xiaoya? Horn bow: the appearance of snow; When I said it, I was still "on cloud nine". The heat of the sun. Yue: Auxiliary words have no substantive meaning. 1 1. The cold wind destroys trees and first frost is harsh. An ancient poem written by Mrs Jiao Zhongqing in Yuefu is 12. The end of the year is sad, and the snow is falling in the sun. There is no hope in my ears, but there is clean sadness in my eyes: cold, cold, gloomy and hopeful. In your eyes: what you see. Hao: Yes. Tao Yuanming's mid-December works Guimao and Stay Away from Brother 13. The air difference of salt spraying can be worked out, but what if the catkins are driven by the wind? Xie Daowen's Poems on Snow: "What is snow like? The difference between sprinkling salt in the air can be imagined, but catkins are not blown by the wind. " 14. Moonlight and snow, windy mourning Southern Dynasties and Song Dynasties? Xie Lingyun's "New Year's Eve" North Wind: North Wind. Strength: fierce. Sadness: biting. 15. The wind scares the bamboo and the snow covers the mountains. Wang Wei recalled a winter night at Hu Jushi's house: the window. Wind scares bamboo: Snow in the wind hits bamboo, making a rustling sound. I don't know if the imperial court has fallen now. I wonder if Hualin opened the Tang Gate last night. Song Wenzhi's How to Deal with Snow in the Garden: Snowflakes are falling in the courtyard. 17. The sound of ice swallows the snow on the road of sand. Liu Changqing's "Rewarding Zhang Xialao on the way to visit the state on a snowy night" 18. A vine trail is green, and Wan Xuefeng was in the Tang Dynasty? Returning to Laoshan in Winter by Li Bai 19. The ground is white and cold, and snowflakes are as big as palms? Li Bai ridiculed Wang Liyang's refusal to drink. Yanshan snowflakes were as big as seats, blowing down XuanYuanTai Hall? Li Bai's "Popular North" Xuanyuantai: According to legend, the Yellow Emperor captured Chiyou. 1. The clouds are low and dusk is low, and the snow dance belongs to the Tang Dynasty? Du Fu's "On Snow" Return Air: Cyclone. 22. first frost was dressed in rags, saying that he could not marry the Tang Dynasty? Du Fu's "Chanting 500 Words from Beijing to Fengxian" points out: fingers are stiff. 23. Clouds and gulls dance, and geese fly against the wind. Du Fu's "Sending Grandson to Zhou on Winter Night" has no line: no rank. 24. The cold weather makes the days short and calm. Du Fu's Nostalgia in Gongan County 25. Is the snow in the mountains on the bamboo in the sunset in the middle of the Tang Dynasty? Han Yi's "Master Chu Bookstore will write a book before the original Shi Lang Jun" (one in Zhang Jishi) 26. Who cut and carved the snow on the flat ground into this flat-topped Tang Dynasty? Han Yu's "Two Poems of Li Hua": "Spring comes to compete for luxury, and Luoyang Garden is particularly crowded. Who would pile snow on the flat ground and cut it into this ceiling? " Wang Sima and Yan Zhengzi of Zhou Fang presented Tang Li Bai's Wanderer to meet the snow in the southeast, and he was at home in Beijing. He floated in the clouds and suddenly returned to the northwest. He visited Dai yesterday and found this. He was very sad. China Pavilion will accompany you to rest. The snow is far away, and the cold city locks the spring scenery. My master looked forward to life, but left me wings. Feng shui is like money, throwing a pole helps the emperor. I thank Li Bai and Tiger for returning to Beijing and the Tang Dynasty when I was the sixth city father, but I was not in the morning. Look at the cranes on the sea, but they are like quails in cages. I use the heart of heaven and earth alone, and the clouds are my body. Poets have begun to realize their dreams. Yan Ge fell upon Hu Yan and returned to Yangchun. He levitated the horse and swam around the car to make dust. He is attached to and loves these four people. When he left the high bridge, he bid farewell to the empty hospitality place. When he was under the bamboo forest, he was closer to the infantry. After he was drunk by the snow, he gave a gift to Wang Liyang and Tang Libai. He has a hand and a beard. Look at the past Runan. Snow is falling. I don't care if you have wine at home. Many guests were very happy and took a candle-lifting trip. Xie Shang can jump and jump like an owl. In the morning, he drummed across the river and missed the bright moon building. He sacrificed the snow from his brother Yucheng.
5. Poems describing willows can be used to sing willow lyrics.
Yang Liuan Xiaofeng Canyue
Flowers bloom in the morning, and 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.