Spring willow poems describing short life.

Poems describing the short spring and willow trees in life are as follows.

Donglan pear flower

Su Shi

Pears are pale, willows are dark green, and willows are full of flowers.

A snow in Donglan made life clear.

well

Li Qingzhao

Last night, the wind and rain broke out suddenly, and I slept soundly and didn't eliminate the residual wine. I asked about the shutter, but I knew that Haitang was still there. You know it should be green, fat, red and thin?

Hutian

Yan Dao Ji

Bloom is silent, flowing water in vain, competing for flowers every year.

Huanxisha

Yan Shu

A new word, a glass of wine,

The weather was bad last year.

When will the sunset come back?

There is nothing to do. Flowers fall,

Deja vu, Yan returns,

Small Garden Fragrant Path wanders alone.

within walking distance

Li Qingzhao

The wind will blow the flowers deep,

There is a pile of red snow outside the curtain.

After bloom, a begonia from Changji,

It is the season of hurting spring.

The wine column sings jade and respects heaven,

The blue jar is black and bright.

Dreams are unbearable,

More like a crow.

Sunny rain

Wang Jia

See the old stamens before the rain,

There are no flowers under the leaves after the rain.

Bees and butterflies climbed over the wall,

But I suspect that spring scenery is next door.

Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy

Huang tingjian

Where does spring come back? Loneliness has no road. If anyone knows where to go in spring, ask them to come back and live together.

There is no breath of spring. Who knows? No one can solve it unless you ask the oriole, because the wind flies over the roses.

Qing ping le chun Xiao

Angus Wang

I can't stay in spring and spend a lot of time talking. Red official brocade was everywhere, and it was stormy in the South Park last night.

When Lian Xiao first started playing the pipa, he wanted to travel around the world at dawn. He refused to draw a hall for Zhu Hu, and Chunfeng was at home.

Qiao Jinmen chunban

bright red

It's half spring now. I can see that this situation is infinite. I am lazy and idle, and I don't care about the future. Fortunately, the sunshine was warm and lost to Yingying Yanyan. The flower curtain in the courtyard is not rolled, and the grass is far away.