"Poem of Willow Branches"
Tang Dynasty·Bai Juyi
One tree has thousands of branches in the spring breeze, tender as gold and soft as silk.
In the deserted garden at the west corner of Yongfeng, who does it belong to when no one belongs to it all day long?
"Farewell Poems"
Sui Dynasty·Anonymous
The willows hang green on the ground, and the poplar flowers are flying in the sky.
When all the wicker branches are broken and the flowers fly away, I would like to ask the passers-by if they will return home?
"Endowed with Willows by the River"
Tang Dynasty·Yu Xuanji
The green color extends to the deserted bank, and the smoke enters the distant building.
Shadows cover the autumn water, and flowers fall to catch people's heads.
The old roots hide fish caves, and the low branches are connected to passenger boats.
On a stormy night, frightened dreams add sorrow.
"Lao Lao Pavilion"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
Where the world is sad, Lao Lao sees off guests at the pavilion.
The spring breeze knows no pain and does not send away the green willow branches.
"Weicheng Song"
Tang·Wang Wei
The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored.
I advise you to drink another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west.
"New Willow"
Song Dynasty Yang Wanli
The willow branches are brushing the silver pond hundreds of feet, and they are not dark green but light yellow.
Not necessarily a willow stick can be dipped in water, but the willow shadow in the water will make it grow.
"Shuilongyin·Ciyun Zhang Zhifu Yanghua Ci"
Song Dynasty Su Shi
It seems like a flower but not a flower, and no one cherishes it.
Leaving home and taking the road, my thoughts are ruthless and thoughtful.
The lingering damage to the soft intestines makes the eyes so sleepy that they want to be opened or closed.
The dream travels thousands of miles with the wind, looking for the man's whereabouts, but is still called by the oriole.
I don’t hate that these flowers will fly away, I hate that the red flowers in the West Garden are difficult to decorate.
The rain has passed at dawn, where is the trace? A pool of broken apples.
There are three parts of spring scenery, two parts of dust, and one part of running water.
Looking closely, it is not Yanghua, but the tears of separation.
"Ode to the Willow"
He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty
The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
"Willow Branches"
Tang Dynasty·Liu Yuxi
There are thousands of willow branches in the Qingjiang River, and the old Banqiao twenty years ago.
I once said goodbye to the beauty on the bridge, but I regret that there is no news about her till now.
"Ode to the Willow"
Song Dynasty·Wang Shipeng
Dong Jun was most fond of this place, and decorated every village into a painting screen.
My speechless eyebrows spread out to me, and my eyes are still green when I am not the same as others.
Don’t hate the lingering silk thread thousands of feet away, ruining the spring scenery in a pavilion.
The sound of oriole at the bottom of the leaves is better, you can listen to it when you are drunk in the misty rain across the stream.
"Ode to the Willow"
Zeng Gong of the Song Dynasty
The chaotic strips have not yet turned yellow, relying on the east wind to become wild.
The flying flowers cover the sun and the moon, and I don’t know that there is clear frost in the sky and the earth.
"Ode to the Willow"
Southern and Northern Dynasties·Xiao Gang
The road is full of hanging shade, and the weeds form early signs of spring.
The tidbits follow the crows from time to time, and the wind branches blow the dust repeatedly.
When you want to spread your love, you have to sing and praise others.