A hundred-foot-long wicker brushed the clear pond. The color of the wicker was not dark green, but light yellow.
2, Jasper makeup into a tree height, ten thousand hanging moss tapestry. -"Singing Willow" by Tang He Zhang Zhi
Tall willows are covered with new green leaves, and soft willow branches hang down like ten thousand green ribbons fluttering gently.
3. Qingjiang Qianliu was the Boss Bridge twenty years ago. -Don Liu Yuxi's Yang Liuzhi
A bay with clear water and thousands of green willows on the shore reminds people of what happened on this boss bridge twenty years ago.
4. The tobacco rod hangs down and the spring thoughts are at the edge of the city. -Don Zhang Xu's Willow
Please take a closer look at romantic feelings and don't reduce your spirit and time in the temple. Bare branches hung with smoke, and there was longing for spring by the tower.
5. A thousand branches of spring breeze are softer than gold and softer than silk. -Tang Bai Juyi's Yang Liuzhi Ci
The spring breeze blows the willow branches and dances with the wind. The tender buds are yellow and softer than silk.
6. The willows are hanging on the ground and the flowers are flying in the sky. -sui anonymous "farewell poem"
Willow trees are green, branches and leaves hang down to the ground, and poplars are flying in the air.
7, the spring breeze knows that it is not bitter, and it does not send wicker green. -Tang Li Bai's Old Laoting
Spring breeze will also mean the pain of parting, it will not turn the willow tree blue.
8. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green. -Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu"
The light rain in the morning moistened the dust on the acropolis floor, the air was fresh and the hostel was greener.
9. There are thousands of willows, and it is difficult to blow the golden ears of smoke. -Tang Wen Ting Yun's "Title Willow"
There are thousands of willows on the surface, and the branches of green willows are unbearable to the wind. The fragrance flies with Chen, and the figure hangs down with the graceful dance sleeves.
10, the chaos is not yet yellow, and I am crazy about the east wind. -Song Ceng Gong's "Singing Willow"
As soon as spring arrived, the messy wicker was swayed by the east wind before it turned pale blue and yellow, and the momentum was even more rampant.