Tang He Zhang Zhi
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.
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The Willow
Song Ceng Gong
Chaos is not yet yellow, leaning against the east wind. ?
I wonder if there is frost in heaven and earth.
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The Willow
Tang hanhe
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.
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You xian Yong Liu
Song sushi
Jiangnan wax, after the first plum blossom, hangs willow in spring.
Thin waist has its own romantic style, but also more elegant and generous.
On the shore of Yongfeng Square, there was no one all day. Who can see the gold thread clearing up the sky?
When heartbroken flies, green leaves turn cloudy and nothing is wasted.
It is the east wind that blows away a little spring wrinkle from your brow.
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Nian Nujiao Liu Yong
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The waist is curled up, the east wind is there, and the posture is graceful.
It should be that the Green Emperor was partial to his wishes and gave him the young flowers.
The flower stand on the moon pavilion, the bead curtain painted the sill, and several piles of golden rays.
Charming, strange head and rain.
It is said that on the edge of Qinshui Bridge, every Spring Festival Evening, the ground is full of fragrance.
The setting sun in the shade of a thousand trees is bitter.
In the garden, it was sunny and sunny, and the window was quiet, playing with Jiao Yingying's language.
Everyone who was injured in spring lost weight and got half a salary.
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Liu Yongxi Moshan
Song Jiangkui
Green official willows, flying over double swallows,
Upstairs, I caught a glimpse of the cold spring and the rolling bead curtain.
Now that spring has gone and spring has come, the fragrance is chaotic because of the wind.
Who cares if you mess with the wall?
The sun sets, indicating that people are heartbroken.
I painted the porch several times, looked at the clothes, and it was easy to leave before I respected them.
Cui Meijin, poems with red leaves and waves.
Smoke, Tianjin, Shuige, long is the heart first chaos.
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Minus word magnolia chanting willow
Song Zhao Changqing
Wicker shakes Cui. Jade cage, meaning infinite. Don't trip the boat. I only went to the river once, and I was worried about the guests. ?
The moon is bright and the wind is clear. Separate a river for drainage. Jiao Yan hurts spring. Who wants to fold?
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Cut plum and willow
Ming Xia Wanchun
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.
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The Willow
Xuefeng Tang
Weak plants are frightened by the wind and hurt themselves, and their thoughts are melodious at dusk.
I once wandered with Zimo, and dared to caress Zhu Lan to argue with her.
Flying, flapping like ice and snow. ?
Mo Ling's road climbs frequently, and gradually plans to hang curtains to the painting hall.
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The Willow
Li Tang xian Yong
As the day draws near, Yan Rao is still in high spirits, with thousands of plants in the east and west.
I still don't hate it, but I'm not afraid of boasting about spring.
Solution makes people feel graceful and skillful with the wind. ?
The sky should be embroidered with a bustling scene, and velvet silk plays the road everywhere.
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