Li Shangyin's "Gift to Willow":
The Zhangtai Cong is hidden, and the Ying Road is more uneven.
Seeing that it is extremely romantic, come and be graceful.
The bridge is about to end, and the embankment is far away.
The flowers bloom like snow, and the brothel flutters the wine flag.
Li E's "Poems of Willow Branches"
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The sun is not yet dark in front of the jade girl's window, and the smoke and rain are getting thicker.
Rou Huang is willing to borrow it as a golden thread to embroider the lovesickness and send it to you.
Wang Guan
p>After the Bronze Camel Road is newly established, the first romantic partner is Liu.
It is not as good as plum blossoms to hook up with spring flowers, but it is better to die than to lose someone's life.
Dong Jun is interested. You just lift it up, and your waist is really thin.
That said, you don't think about it, because your brows are so wrinkled.
Mao Zedong's "Die Lianhua·A Reply to Li Shuyi"< /p>
I lost my pride and Yang Jun lost his willow, and the willow flew straight up to the sky.
I asked Wu Gang what he had, and Wu Gang held out osmanthus wine.
Lonely Chang'e was soothed. Broad sleeves, thousands of miles in the sky, and dance for loyal souls.
Suddenly it is reported that there has been a tiger in the world, and tears fly down like a downpour.
"Farewell"
The willows are green The willows are hanging down, and the poplars are flying in the sky.
When all the willows are broken and the flowers are all flying, I would like to ask if I have returned.
Li Shangyin's "Li Ting Fu De Broken Willows"
p>For the time being, let's drink wine to get rid of boredom, don't hurt your frown and thin waist.
The only thing you can do before death is separation, the spring breeze strives to cherish the long life?
Li Bai's "Spring Night" Hearing the Flute in Luocheng"
The sound of someone's jade flute flies silently, spreading into the spring breeze and filling Luocheng.
In this nocturne, hearing the broken willows, who can't help but feel the love of his hometown?
Liu Yong's "Yu Linlin"
The cicadas are mournful. It's late in the pavilion, and the showers have begun to stop. The people (dū) are drinking in the tents without a trace, and they are nostalgic, and the orchid boat is urging them to start. Holding hands and saying goodbye. Looking at the tearful eyes, I am speechless and choked. The thought goes away, thousands of miles of smoke, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Sentimental since ancient times, it hurts to leave, and it is even more worthy of neglecting the Qingqiu Festival! Where can I wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn The wind is waning and the moon is gone. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell me.
Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci"
The Yellow River is far above the white clouds In the middle, there is an isolated city of Wanren Mountain.
Why should the Qiang flute complain about the willows? The spring breeze does not reach Yumen Pass.
Dai Shulun's "Willow on the Dike"
The weeping willows have thousands of silk threads, Spring comes to weave farewell.
The place where passers-by climb and break is the time when my concubine has broken her heart.
Bai Juyi's "Poem of Willow Branches"
A tree with thousands of branches in the spring breeze, as tender as gold Softer than silk.
In the deserted garden at the west corner of Yongfeng, who belongs to whom no one belongs every day?