Ancient poems with willow in mind

There is a breeze and a waning moon on the bank of Yangliu.

Send Yuan twenty-one Wang Tangwei.

The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf

Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.

Who hears the broken willow in this serenade, can't help but miss his hometown?