I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar. Spring outing in Qiantang River Tang Bai Juyi
Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. Lin Yuling, cold and sad, Song Liu Yong
After the easy autumn, cuckoo clock, I heard you pass five streams. "I heard that Wang Changling moved to the left and Long Biaoyao had this letter" Tang Libai
Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing! "Two Liangzhou Ci Poems, Part I" Don Wang Zhihuan
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. "Village House" is lofty and lofty.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. Quatrains, short eaves in the middle of the shadow of ancient trees, south of Song Dynasty.
In the courtyard, deep willows pile up smoke, and the curtains are not counted. How deep is the courtyard?
Pear blossoms reflect poplar trees, full of parting places. "Cold Food Wild Hope" Tang Bai Juyi
The willow-green river is wide and flat, and I heard the song of the river. "Two Poems by Zhi Zhu, Part One" Yuxi, Liu Tang