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Li Shimin wrote about the willow trees near the pond. Even if your eyebrows are green, you can feel comfortable in the mirror.
Li Shimin gave the weak willows and the cicadas singing in the autumn. The willows on the jade steps are scattered in the shadows, and the cicadas are singing hidden in the green. The tiny shape is hidden in the leaves, before the wind blows out.
Wang Wei's Wangchuan Collection·Liu Lang The branches are connected with Qi trees, and the reflections are reflected in the clear ripples. If you don't learn how to go up the ditch, the spring breeze will hurt you.
Pei Di Wangchuan Collection of Twenty Poems·Willow Waves reflect the same color in the pool, and are blown away like silk. Since Jie Yin has obtained the land, how can he thank the Tao family for his time?
Li Bai wrote two poems about mountain bottles (the first one is about Liu Shaofu's mountain gall wooden bottle). The swollen cold mountain trees are embedded in the hollow to form wine bottles. I am ashamed to have no rivers and seas, and I am in the king's gate.
Cen Shen wrote about the willow tree beside Fenqiao in Pingyang County (Cen Shen lived in this county for eighty-nine years). He once lived here, and now he feels like he is home. Poor Fenshang Liu, I feel reluctant to meet each other.
Huangfu Ran's "Five Odes in the Mountains·Menliu" takes the image of Wuchang City and branches off to Hannan Road. Why do you have nothing to do outside the door, facing the old green mountains in the sky?
Gu Kuang's Willows on the Mountain Path (the following fourteen poems are composed of miscellaneous topics in Linpingwu) are like gossamers, planted shallowly and deeply in the green hills. Every year after the beginning of spring, it is occupied by the singing orioles.
Gu Kuang sent a message to Liu Shisan on the Huaihe River. He opened a house in the middle of the reed Xiao, which contrasted with the green Huaihe River. Don't be surprised that the spring tide is wide and you can park your boat beside the gulls.
Dai Shulun Willows on the Embankment Weeping willows have ten thousand silks, weaving farewells when spring comes. At the place where passers-by climb and break, the concubine has her heart broken.
Li Yi Fu was sent to Yanzhou by a willow tree by a willow tree on his way to Yanzhou. Where is Yanzhou? The road starts from a long way.
Li Duan: When the rain comes along the stream and Liu Zhongyong, the sun sets over the mountains and the rain falls heavily at dusk. It's worth staying in two places, and I'll listen to the sound of an ape.
Yang Ning Catkins There are many willows along the river, and they are all narrow and sloping. As soon as the spring breeze comes back, chaos enters Mochou's house.
Sikong Shu Xinliu Quan bullied Fang Huiwan, as if he was jealous of the cold plum disease. The green strips of hair are combed, and the spring breeze is here for a few days.
Han Yu Fenghe Guozhou Liu Geshi envoy Jun Santang's new inscription twenty-one poems·Liu Xi Who planted the willow tree? Don't use any mooring cables, as there will be cicadas everywhere.
Han Yu Fenghe Guozhou Liu Geshi envoy Jun Santang newly wrote twenty-one poems·Liu Alley Catkins are still flying in the willow alley, and it is a few hours after spring. Officials should stop reporting events and write spring poems for public use.
Liu Zongyuan climbed Mount Ashan in Liuzhou. It was an autumn afternoon on the barren mountain, and it was so relaxing to be alone. How to look at the hometown? To the northwest is Rongzhou.
Liu Yuxi's Three Poems on Willow Blossoms bloom from the green strips, scattering the fragrance far away in the wind. Therefore, when the flowers fall, the melodiousness occupies the spring evening.
Liu Yuxi’s Three Poems on Liu Hua: Flying lightly without pretending to be in the wind, falling lightly without feeling helpless to the ground. Dancing in the clear sky, it makes people think endlessly.
Liu Yuxi's Three Poems on Liu Hua. Sunny days and dark snow, come to see off the twilight of youth. Unintentionally, it seems to be sentimental, and it goes to thousands of families.
Liu Yuxi replied to Liu Zihou: When Fang Boyu was young, he had more hatred than the four sorrows. I will wait for a break to ride, and follow each other out of Longluo.
Meng Jiao Farewell to Liu Chun The green mountains are adjacent to the Yellow River, and there is the Chang'an Road below. There are many famous and wealthy people in the world who don’t know how old they are when they meet each other.
Bai Juyi sent Liu Dadong back from Chang'an. Baishe kept his companions in custody, and Qingmen was far away. Fake names attract people, but the way back is different.
Bai Juyi wrote about the decline of willows in the rain. The green strips are bent and broken when wet, and there are many yellow leaves in the cold. I don’t know what the autumn rain means, or what it means to be more aroused.
Bai Juyi The old willow in the west of the Qinzheng Building is a half-decayed tree facing the wind, a passionate and passionate person. A willow tree in Kaiyuan, spring of the second year of Changqing.
Bai Juyi's farewell poem "Don't leave with wicker sticks" Nanmo is sad to say goodbye, the east wind is full of spring. Don't bully willows when they are weak. Drinking wine is better than people.
Yong Yuzhi's Willows by the River A green tree smoke curls up beside the ancient embankment. If the silk is not continuous, keep the tielang boat.
Yong Yuzhi’s Catkins reach the ground when there is no wind, but still fill the air when there is wind. The edge of the canal looks like snow, so don't get close to it and have hair on your temples.
Yong Yuzhi broke willows and gave them to passers-by. He said that the willows would hang wildly and let the wind blow all day long. If you want to know a thousand hatreds, break a cigarette stick.
Liu Zao's Willow in the Border City A new willow tree cuts off the isolated city for ten miles. Because it is close to the East-West Road, it is a long way to leave.
Wei Chuhou's Twelve Poems on Shengshan·Shangshi Pingquan (Built for Lawyer Liu) There is no well in Kuji, and the cliff is expensive but not dredged. I hope that the remaining dust and dirt will be sprinkled, and the roots and stems will be moistened with a rain.
Du Mu's "Lone Willow" A willow tree contains smoke, and the ground is swayed by the wind for a long time. The beautiful woman couldn't bear to be broken and looked back at her delicate hands with regret.
Li Shangyin's Willows in Bajiang It's a pity that willows in Bajiang River invade the river with their green color. It's good to go to the Jinluan Palace and move the shade into the beautiful window.
Li Shangyin's Secret Notes under the Willows Helpless Banan willows, thousands of them are close to the blowing platform. The yellow is reflected in the white, and it is planned to be used as a matchmaker for apricot flowers.
Li Shangyin's Five Willow Branches: Flower House and Honey Spleen, Male Bee and Female Butterfly. At the same time, they are different, so they miss each other even more.
Li Shangyin's "Five Willow Branches" It is originally a lilac tree, and the spring branches begin to grow. The center of the jade chess game is also uneven.
Li Shangyin's Five Poems on Willow Branches. The melons lead to long vines, and the jasper is cold and slurry. Although Dongling has five colors, it cannot bear to be worth the fragrance.
Li Shangyin's Five Poems on Willow Branches: Willow branches are flying in the well, and lotus leaves are dry in the middle of the pond. There are brocade scales and embroidered feathers, and there are disabilities on land and water.
Li Shangyin's "Five Willow Branches" Painting screens and embroidered steps create a pair of objects. How can I look at the lake and see only mandarin ducks?
Li Zhong On the way, the willows are green and clear, and the road to Changting is far away. No one is breaking the smoke, and the setting sun is blowing over the creek bridge.
Li Zhong’s Catkins Every February dusk, they are scattered with flying flowers. After the rain, the breeze picks up, blowing wildly to thousands of homes.
Jiaoran gave Liu Xixi the Songshan method and named himself Songshan Lao (one work was given to Mr. Liu). When I saw Songshan Lao, it was too late for me to hate him. I asked you how old you are, when you were emperor.
Liu Zang Jing Two Quatrains from Liu Zang Sutra The cold water stops in the garden and marsh, and the autumn pond is full of lotuses. Du Men is poor in classics, but he has learned a lot now.
Liu Zang Jing Two quatrains of Liu Zang Jing Who says that three talents are valuable? A guilty conscience dislikes beetles, and old age is afraid of the strong wind.
Lu Wen mocked Liuzhou Liu Zihou, the governor of Liuzhou, who planted willows by the Liujiang River. The willow pipes are still there, and the willows will be blowing in the sky for thousands of years.
Qiao Zhizhi's Hengzhui Quci·Breaking Willows Poor spring willows, I will lose my hands after climbing and breaking them. Concubines rise and fall at the same time, so why should the king's kindness only last long?
Qiao Zhizhi's Breaking Willows Poor spring willows, I will lose my hands after climbing them. Concubines rise and fall at the same time, why should the king's kindness only last long?
He Zhizhang's "Ode to Willow" (a poem about willow branches) The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Zhang Xu Liu Zhuo Zhuo's cigarette sticks are hanging on the ground, and spring thoughts are formed by the buildings beside the city. Please take a closer look at Feng Liuyi, who is still in the palace.
Wei Yingwu's "Reward for Liu Lang" on his return to Nanguo, Yangzhou, to see him farewell in the spring. The flowers are blooming in Guangling in March, and you will get drunk once in the flowers. The north and the south are not far apart, and the evening tide comes and the early tide comes.
Han Hong sent it to the Liu family. Zhangtai willow, Zhangtai willow, is green in color. Are you here now? Even if the long strip seems to be hanging down, it should be broken by someone else's hand.
Gu Kuang rewarded Xianggong Liu. The world is now at peace, so why would Xianggong get mad? His body is like a crane in a cage, looking east towards the sky and making several calls.
Gu Kuang sent Liu Yicheng for burial. The singing bamboo flute has been swallowed by the spring breeze, but the horse still neighs on the road. Looking at the trees outside Liu's house in the distance, I am afraid of hearing the yellow bird singing to people.
Dai Shulun Crossing the Liuxi Taoist Temple Whose house on the stream is covered with bamboo leaves, and the birds are singing as if they are cherishing the spring light. As the sun sets in the deep alley, there is no trace of people. From time to time, pear blossoms can be seen flying.
Li Yi It was raining on September 10th, but Zhang Bo’s wedding day had not yet arrived in Liuzhen. He wrote a poem to invite him. There was no news about Liu Wuxing, and Zhang Changgong was poor and lonely. Only the handkerchief caught in the rain came, holding the remaining chrysanthemum in hand and waving towards the west.
Li Yi Liuyang Sees Off Guests (A Work on Seeing Off Guests Thousands of Miles from Yangzhou) In Bai Pingzhou on the bank of Qingfeng River, guests from Chu are sad and can’t wait for autumn to leave. You see what's going on in the Sui Dynasty, Liu Yangnan is crossing the water for a long time.
Wang Jian Willows in front of Huaqing Palace Spring suddenly springs in front of Yangliu Palace, which first alarms the spring explorers. The only thing I owe when dawn comes is the rain from Lishan Mountain, which washes away the green dust on the branches.
Wu Yuanheng sent Liu Langzhong Pei to live in the countryside. The Qin people were on the terrace in Wangxiang, and he learned to shoot Du Po'ai in the mountains. Thousands of riders bid farewell to each other on the river bridge at sunset, and the lonely spring breeze blows back.
Quan Deyu inscribed the former residence of Liu Langzhong in Maoshan (one is the former residence of Liu Guqian). When the sun is getting colder, I can hear the gurgling of rocks sliding down the deserted steps. There are no sounds of birds singing and flowers falling, and white clouds cover the lonely mountain windows.
Yang Juyuan gifted Ba'an willow and left a message to Zheng Yuanwai. The willows contain smoke in Ba'an spring, and they climb and break every year for pedestrians. If the good wind takes advantage of the low branches, don't send black hair to sweep away the dust on the road.
Yang Juyuan Folding Willows (one is the willow of the scholar He Lian, the other is the poem of Dai Shulun) The willows beside the water are silken, and I immediately ask you to break a branch. Only the spring breeze cherishes each other the most, and blows diligence into my hands.
Liu Zongyuan’s title: The banyan leaves have all fallen in February in Liuzhou. The thoughts of official affairs are desolate, half-spring turns like autumn. After the rain in the mountain city, all the flowers are gone, and the banyan leaves are all over the garden and the orioles are singing.
Liu Zongyuan sent a letter from Liuzhou to relatives in Beijing. Linyi Mountain is connected to the miasma sea in autumn, and the Zangdao River flows to the front of the county. Lao Jun asked about the land of Longcheng from a distance, three thousand due north to Jinzhou.
Liu Zongyuan paid Cao Shiyu to visit Xiang County (Xiang County, the name of Liuzhou County). There was a jade stream in front of the mountain, and the scholar was stationed in the Mulan boat in the distance. The spring breeze is infinitely full of Xiaoxiang flavor, but I am not free to pick apple blossoms.
Liu Yuxi’s Nine Poems on Willow Branches, Plum Blossoms and Qiang Flute Blowing in the North of Saibei, and Poems on the Hills of Osmanthus Trees in Huainan. Please don't play the songs of the previous dynasty, but listen to the new translation of willow branches.
Liu Yuxi’s Nine Poems on Willow Branches In the early spring of Nanmo Dongcheng, we meet without any support. The peach red and the plum blossom are all praised, and they must be displayed in the same way as Chuiyang.
Liu Yuxi's Nine Poems on Willow Branches The Phoenix Tower lightly covers the emerald curtain, and the dragon pond looks into the distance on the dust silk. The spring water of Yugou complements each other and kills young children in Chang'an.
Nine poems by Liu Yuxi on Willow Branches Orioles are flying around in the Golden Valley Garden, and a good wind blows on the copper camel street. The peaches and plums in the city are all gone in a moment, and the competition is like weeping willows for infinite time.
Liu Yuxi's Nine Poems on Willow Branches When the calyxes were first planted in front of the building, the beauty was fighting over her waist upstairs. Now thrown into the long street, the dew leaves are like crying for someone.
Liu Yuxi’s Nine Poems on Willow Branches. Emperor Yang’s palace is on the Bianshui shore, and there are several willow branches blooming in spring. In the evening, the wind blows and the flowers are like snow, flying into the palace wall and no one is there.
Liu Yuxi’s Nine Poems on Willow Branches The green gate of the imperial road hangs down on the ground, with thousands of golden strands and thousands of silk threads hanging down. Now the knot is tied together, and I will give it to passers-by without knowing it.
Liu Yuxi’s Nine Poems on Willow Branches Outside the city, the spring breeze blows wine flags, and pedestrians wave their sleeves to the west. There are countless trees on the streets of Chang'an, only separated by weeping poplar tubes.
Liu Yuxi's Nine Poems on Willow Branches: Light and graceful, they take up the time, and the dancing pavilions and buildings are covered everywhere. At the end of spring, the catkins can no longer be left, and they will fall into who's house with the wind.
Liu Yuxi The slogan under the palace is Liu Yicao's colorful banner hunting the dawn wind, and the chicken man singing the drum. When will the water in the copper kettle stop leaking? If you urge me like this, I will be an old man.
Liu Yuxi rewarded Liu with a gift of chickens from Liuzhou. Every day he went to the pond to raise chicks, and he also thought about writing a treatise on paying the official slave. The Liu family's new styles are round and round, and all the ginger buds are gathered into the hands.
Liu Yuxi replied to Liu Liuzhou again. The weak crown shares the worries of the elders, and the memories of Linqi are long gone. If you work hard, you will die in old age. With yellow hair, everything will be over.
Liu Yuxi, Willow Branches The smoky scenery at the head of the Yangzi River is fascinating, and the Sui family palace trees brush against the golden embankment. The ridge still retains its original appearance, with water birds perching in the half-dipped waves.
Liu Yuxi’s Willow Branches There are thousands of willow branches along the Spring River, the old Banqiao twenty years ago. I once said goodbye to the beauty on the bridge, but I regret that there has been no news until now.
Two poems by Huangfu Pine and Willow Branches When the brilliant spring returns to the Kingdom of Water, the willow silk willows hang down from the palace of King Wu. Huang Ying often called her to the empty boudoir, and Xizi Wuyin learned more about it.
Two poems by Huangfu Song and Willow Branches. Spring enters the palace, reflecting the green light, and Xuanzong's maid dances tobacco. Now the willows are green in the empty city, who can play the jade flute?
Yuan Zhen, Wild Fox Spring Willow Forest. When I went to Hino Fox Spring to climb the willows, my purple teeth were just beginning to bloom and my eyebrows were lowered. Autumn is coming, the wind and rain are falling, the leaves are all over the sky and the forest is trampled into the mud.
On the third day of Yuan Zhen's life, the Wing Chun wind blew, and Ping Yang sent Liu to Chang'an. The spring breeze on the third day has already made love, and it touches people's heads and faces with a little pity. I am diligent in repaying the willow trees in Chang'an, but don't cherish the soft sound of the branches.
Bai Juyi's "Recalling Willows in the River" once planted willows on the south bank of the Yangtze River, saying goodbye to the south of the Yangtze River and experiencing two springs. I recall from a distance on the bank of Qingqing River, I don’t know who is Panzhe.
Bai Juyi's Green Gate Willow The green tree looks sad, and has been part of the hatred of several people. In order to say goodbye to many people near the capital, the long strips are folded to reduce the spring breeze.
Bai Juyi's Catkins It's full of daylight in March, and it's time to say goodbye to the old man in spring. The oriole is trying to teach the way to Yanghua, but it will not let go if it disturbs the spring breeze.
Bai Juyi's "Xiaoqiaoliu" The thin water trickles like tears, and the sun and the west are melancholy at the small bridge. The fallen poplar leaves are all empty, and the branches are still blown by the frost and wind.
Bai Juyi's Eight Poems on Willow and Willow Branches. Liu Mo Shui Tune is sung by every family, and white snow and plum blossoms are blown everywhere. Don't listen to the old songs and old songs. Listen to the newly translated willow branches.
Bai Juyi's "Eight Poems on Willow Branches" There are four or five trees in front of Tao Ling's gate, and there are hundreds of thousands of them in Yafu camp. It's like it's February in the Eastern Capital, and the golden branches reflect the Luoyang Bridge.
Bai Juyi's Eight Poems on Willow Branches: Yiyi Jiaozhao returns to greenness, and the sentences evoke the infinite emotion of the spring breeze. White snowflakes fluttered on the ground, and the green threads were as weak as the orioles.
Bai Juyi's Eight Poems on Willow Branches: Red Banjiang Bridge and Green Wine Flag; Guanwa Palace is warm and the sun is setting. Unfortunately, the rain has stopped and the east wind has settled, and thousands of trees are drooping.
Bai Juyi's Eight Poems on Willow Branches Suzhou willows are praised by the emperor, and Tang Shengguan's children are richer. If you want to find Xiao Xiao, you will find the Su family deep in the green poplar.
Bai Juyi's Eight Poems on Willow Branches The little girl of the Su family was well-known in the past, and she has a special love before the willow wind. The strips are peeled off to make a silver ring, and the rolled leaves are blown into a jade flute.
Bai Juyi's Eight Poems on Willow Branches The leaves are as thick as crying eyes, and the branches are like dancing waists in the breeze. The little tree can't help but suffer the pain of climbing and folding, so I beg you to keep two or three of them.
Bai Juyi's Eight Poems on Willow Branches People say that the willow leaves are like sad brows, and even more sad like willow silk. The willow silk pulls the broken heart and breaks the heart, and there should be no time for each other.
Bai Juyi ordered the flowers and willows in Gongnanzhuang to be in full bloom. If I want to steal a reward, I will send two articles first. I most recall the thousands of flowers in the building, but I only pity the two or three willows on the embankment. It is no wonder that he brought the village prostitutes with him to bring wine from the club and entered the wealthy family without permission.
Bai Juyi ordered the flowers and willows in Gongnanzhuang to be in full bloom. I wanted to steal a reward, so I sent two articles first. Unfortunately, I spent my days idle in the pavilion. I wanted to steal the scenery for a temporary spring trip. I only worry about the chattering orioles in the flowers flying into the palace to report to their masters.
Fifteen poems by Bai Juyi during his illness· Farewell to the Willow Branches In the small building, two willow branches have accompanied the drunken man for many years. After we are released tomorrow, there should be no spring breeze in the world.
Bai Juyi There are different willow branches in front of me. The quatrains of the dream can continue and the clouds and springs are gone, and the catkins can’t fly... Answer: Liu Laochun, the sun is deep and slanting, let him fly to other people’s homes. Who can learn more about children's play, chasing the spring breeze and catching willow flowers?
Bai Juyi's "Willow Branches" A 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, no one belongs to that person every day.
Bai Juyi ordered the willow plant from Yongfeng to be planted in the Forbidden Garden. A tree withered and clumped into the soil, but its two branches were planted gloriously in the heaven. It is certain that after this spring, Xuan Xiang will have two stars added to the willow light.
Lu Zhen and Bai Shangshu wrote about Yongfeng Willow. A tree clings to Yongfeng, but two branches fly away without a trace. The Jade Emperor once picked up human music, and he should follow the singing into the ninth level.
Liu Yanshi, "On Liu's Mourning": The widowed wife still has no heirs in the house. If you want to visit the solitary grave, who can lead her there? Pei Hui had no place to show his grief, only the hem of his clothes where he shed tears.
Xu Ning Meng Shangshu, the old man in eastern Zhejiang, planted willows. The Meng family went to the east city to plant willows, and meandered near the water to miss their old friends. Unlike the great Sima at that time, he could see Han Nanchun again.
Li Deyu's inscription on the former residence of Dr. Liu. As I dismounted from my horse and walked down the deserted steps, I felt like it was getting wet. The birds are singing and the flowers are making people's voices heard, and the lonely mountain windows are covered with white clouds.
Li She looked at the willow branch and gave him a bow from Yubei and Zhuxian, and added two new ones to catch the autumn wind. Thousands of people looked at Jin Le, passing through Yang and chasing arrows in the sky with a hundred steps.
Li She's Willow Branch Poetry The willow bridge on the Jinchi River, the wind brings out the loneliness with the sound of cicadas. It doesn't have to be like thousands of strands of silk, just two or three strands of separation and hatred.
Li Shen Liu Ershou There is a fence in front of Tao Ling's gate, and red flags are flying in Yafu's camp. There are no old things as people and events pass by, and the green silk hangs every spring.
Liu Er's Song by Li Shen Thousands of weeping willows brush the golden threads, and the warm sun brings the wind to the leaves. Worried about seeing flowers fly wildly and uncertainly, it is also the same as frivolous Wu Ling'er.
Teng Mai's poem "Willow Branches" There are golden bars on the three streets, and wine flags are reflected on the bridges thousands of miles away.
This day makes people feel heartbroken and cannot bear to play the flute.
Shi Jianwu breaks willow branches and sees the spring willows on the roadside, breaking off all the branches one by one. This year, I will return to my last place, and I won’t say goodbye to others last year.
Shi Jianwu's Forbidden New Willow. Ten thousand pieces of money bring spring smoke, and the black hair is deeply dyed but does not straighten the money. In the place of separation, the palace crow crows in front of the forbidden door.
Yao He's Five Poems on Willow Branches. Gold threads hang on the pink wall, moving like madness but stillness like sadness. Tourists feel drunk when they see it, and they have no reason to see Xiejia Tower.
Yao He's Five Poems on Willow Branches The leaves are as green as eyebrows, and the oriole prefers to speak calmly. There is no one on the street beside the bridge, the rain is wet, the smoke is heavy with thoughts.
Yao He's Five Poems on Willow Branches The East and West part on the river, the old ones are broken and the new ones are broken. I also know that the spring scenery is about to go, but it is still better than the strong wind and takes the time to float.
Yao He's Five Poems on Willow Branches In February, the poplars fly wherever they touch, and they are long and indifferent from east to west. Compared with the Xie family's chanting snow, it blew down and turned into mud in front of the court.
Yao He's Five Poems on Willow Branches The willows in Jiangting are folded and still hanging down, and the moonlight shines deep yellow on some of the tree silk. It is said that in the Sui Dynasty the embankments have dried up, and travelers complain that spring is late every year.
He Xiyao's "Willow Branches" The willow trees on the embankment are raining heavily, and their thousands of strands are causing deep hatred. The sky is full of flying catkins and people are far away, and the east wind has no power to tie the heart of spring.
Zhang Hu’s Two Poems: Breaking Willow Branches Don’t break willow branches in front of the palace. Xuanzong once played on the flute. The mist rises in the sad sunset, and the green eyebrows grow in infinite spring sorrow.
Zhang Hu's two poems: "Breaking Willow Branches". Green eyebrows are gathered by the Ningbi Pool, and green silk is tied downstairs in Jingyang. Concubine Na Sheng went to Yuan Pavilion, holding a cigarette in her jade hand.
Pei Yizhi's poem "Willow Branches" has been made into green silk to cage the dawn sun, and it has become like flying catkins hitting the clear waves. The Sui family does not agree to plant willows, and often sends travelers to express their sorrow in spring.
Pei Yizhi wrote about willows on the river and sent them to Li Shijun. There are no willows crossing the Guijiang River south. Seeing this is temporarily enlightening. The wise governor of Yingxue County has a lot of affection for each other.
Zhu Qingyu presented it to Fengxiang Liu Silu. The inscription date of Xingyuan North Temple has been counted for forty years now. Checking your career and official position, a wild bamboo is by your side.
Du Mu's Sui Dynasty Willow There are three hundred miles of weeping poplars on the bank, which is the most suitable for the painting. I feel sick of living in the west and returning home. I don't see the east wind in February.
Du Mu's "Willow Quatrains" Several trees have newly bloomed and their green shadows are in full bloom, leaning against the wind and being fascinated by the spring. I hate my hometown Fanchuan, half covering the village bridge and half covering the stream.
Li Shangyin Liu Liu Yingjiang There is love at the bottom of the pond, and the sight of it often scares the visitors. Barei is hidden away in the mountains, and there is the sound of horse racing on the platform.
Li Shangyin Liu once danced in the east wind and enjoyed the spring garden in the heart-broken sky. How can I be willing to arrive on a clear autumn day, with the setting sun and cicadas already there?
Li Shangyin's poem "Le Ting" has two poems about broken willows (a Yuefu poem titled "Willow Branches"). For the time being, I can send you no hope with a bottle of wine, so don't damage your frown and slender waist. There is only separation before death in this world, and the spring breeze strives to cherish the long strips.
Li Shangyin's poem "Le Pavilion" has two poems about broken willows (the Yuefu poem is titled "Willow Branches"). Every time I lean on the smoke and mist, thousands of threads fall into the sunlight. In order to repay the travellers, I gave them all my farewells, half staying to see them off and half welcoming them back.
Li Shangyin Liu Because there is a fragrance blowing on your face by the bridge, why would you dare to take advantage of it? The jade trees in the back yard are a blessing, but I don’t believe that years can lead to heartbreak.
Li Shangyin's "Guanmen Liu" A row of willows beside the Yongding River, with long hair in spring. Traveling from east to west is unkind and does not reduce the dust on the road to Qingyin.
Zhao Gu’s Dongting Liu Ten thousand lines of smoke drifting across the water, leaning against the river bridge with the spring scenery. I don’t know who climbed up and down after the farewell, but I still feel like I am dancing with my waist.
Lu Zhao's Willow Branches The grass and trees beside the Blue Bird Spring are spring, and the yellow clouds are blocking the people. If you get a long gift when you return, you will not be afraid of wind, frost and hardship.
Xue Neng's Ten Poems of Folding Willows The tall trees of Huaqing leave the palace, and the soft strips of Nanmo carry the warm breeze. Who knows that it is a good night in Qingyin, with the sound of waterfalls and springs in the bright moonlight.
Xue Neng's "Ten Willows" The clear shadow of Luoqiao covers the river boats, the autumn sound of the Qiang flute is wet with smoke. Let's just think about the public banquet in the pond, where the water and cattails are fluffy and the wind is in the sunset.
Ten poems by Xue Neng: Folding Willows. The light green leaves hang like strands, and passers-by can see the palace building in the distance. Who can get closer to Danchizhong and spread the imperial style to Kyushu?
Xue Neng's Ten Poems of Folding Willows. Warm winds and sunny days cut off the floating hay, and new strips of abandoned roads lead to fishing platforms. The light shade everywhere can make you feel melancholy, and the descendants will climb everywhere where the ancients fell.
Xue Neng's "Ten Willows" There are winds hanging down from the river on the pool, and the sun is high and the wind is still and the catkins are accompanying them. No one can see the tree in the brothel, it is the time when the girl is sleeping.
Xue Neng's "Ten Willows" There are millions of willows hanging high in the Bian River, and the wind is clear and the two banks are shaking for a while. The Sui family's efforts were exhausted, and the infinite spring breeze belonged to the Holy Dynasty.
Xue Neng's ten poems of broken willows. The nine-layered city of gentle breeze and misty trees is lined with hundreds of thousands of camps in the spring shade. Looking to the side, there is a haggard tree with few people walking around.
Xue Neng's "Ten Willows" The rising sun hangs outside the window, and the breeze is gentle and warm beside the building. There is no use in traveling, but peach and plum trees are not as good as Qingyin.
Xue Neng's "Ten Willows". All the trees are still cold, but only early green, at Qujiang Pavilion beside Yugou Bridge. The Tao family should have been like this in the old days, with a courtyard surrounded by spring green strips and a hall.
Xue Neng's ten poems of broken willows. The hanging tassels on the tent are delicate and complex, which makes one think of the stone homeland. The wind, the moon and the shadows are all heavy, so why does the noble family love the tree Xuan?
Xue Neng's "Four Willow Branches" Several new poems are full of hatred, and the willow silk leads to my sadness. Fortunately, Rou'e had a stable waist, so she tried to play and sing.
Xue Neng's "Four Willow Branches" High above the military camp and far away from the Yingqiao, the bandit soldiers once cut the fire and burned it. Romance is hard to change in the end, and there are still thousands of springs.
Xue Neng's "Four Willow Branches" The county's Yitao Ling wanted to be too pedantic, but the general beside the camp was too rough. On this day, I will eliminate all my hatred for you, and the style of this article will be gone.
Xue Neng's "Four Willow Branches" is as crazy as a slender waist and a tender waist, but who can pity me for my excessive mood. The tourists refused to give up and were hated, throwing them towards the bridge and the roadside.
Xue Neng's Five Poems on Willow Branches The morning sun shines brightly in the green poplar smoke, and we have been separated from Tongbo for seventeen years. There should be old branches nowhere to be found, thousands of them shining brightly in the wind.
Xue Neng's Five Poems on Willow Branches: The clear sky is fragrant and the teeth are new; the rain is light and the face is wet in spring. Don't go out of the wall several feet high, I don't know who is shaking.
Xue Neng's Five Poems on Willow Branches: Warmly combing the hairpins makes me climb the stairs, and I feel sad because of the hanging willow trees. I can't climb the broken green silk, and scratch my head with jade hanging in the air.
Xue Neng's Five Poems on Willow Branches. The tall trees in the West Garden have roots in the back courtyard, and there are creases everywhere looking for fragrance. I finally recall my old visit to Taoye House, where a bamboo tree slanted against the fence gate.
Xue Neng’s Five Poems on Willow Branches When Liu Bai, President of Sutai, was recently appointed, who recommended the original chapters and sentences? The slender waist dances to all the spring willows, but there is not a single poem from the Nong family.
Pei Chuan's new poem "Willow Branches": Thinking that it is a bad marriage, we can only look at each other without mercy. I would like to be by the side of the pipa trough, and be held in my arms.
Pei Chuan's new poem "Willow Branches": The single-family house did not look at the lotus seeds, and the life was in danger when the lotus was secretly broken. If you have any idea, I'd like to ask, but Tao Toulian is a lower official.
Han Cong Liu (Yi Zuo and Bai Letian ordered the willow plant from Yongfeng to be planted in Shangyuan, which was left behind in the Eastern Capital at that time). He got green strips from the willow song, and moved it far away to the Golden Palace to plant green sky. The palace maid from Shangyang sent her off with a voice, but she was not angry and returned to dancing with her thin waist.
Han Cong's Willow Branches Liang Yuan's Sui embankment is empty, and thousands of them are still dancing in the old spring breeze. Nakan even thought about seeing Yang Hua enter the Han Palace a thousand years later.
Han Cong's poem "Willow Branches" The branches are slim and the waist is slim, and the leaves are eyebrows. When spring comes, there is no place like silk. There are many farewells on Balingyuan, and there are few long strips hanging down on the ground.
Eight Willow Poems by Wen Tingyun (one is a willow branch) The longest one outside Yichun Garden, dancing with the leisurely spring breeze. It's where the beautiful woman's heart breaks, and there's a canal of spring water called Chilan Bridge.
Eight Willow Poems by Wen Tingyun (one is a willow branch) Beside the east imperial road on the south inner wall, the spring willows will appear yellow. Xinghua is unwilling to be heartless, so what is the most heartbroken lover?
Eight Willow Poems by Wen Tingyun (one is a willow branch) There are thousands of willows in front of Su Xiaomen, and the golden thread touches the flat bridge. The oriole is silent, the east wind rises, and the red door is deeply closed, accompanied by a slim waist.
Wen Tingyun's Eight Poems on Willows (one is "Willow Branches") The golden strands cover the blue tile ditch, and the eyebrows in the sixth palace cause spring sorrow. In the evening, it brings the rain in the pond, half brushing the lantern and half entering the building.
Wen Tingyun's Eight Willow Poems (one is a willow branch). Outside the Guanwa Palace in the west of Yecheng, the sails of the expedition are reflected in the distance and close to the wind dike. It is related to the eagerness of the king and grandson to return home, not to the lush green grass in spring.
Eight Willow Poems by Wen Tingyun (one is a willow branch) Two oriole orioles are as bright as gold, and their curling branches are singing with fragrant sounds. When spring comes, I am lucky to be as long as a thread, but it is a pity that it entangles the heart of a prodigal.
Eight Willow Poems by Wen Tingyun (one is a willow branch) The royal willow reflects nine layers of silk, and the phoenix window pillars are embroidered with hibiscus. There are thousands of strips of dew beside Jingyang Tower, and one side is newly made up for the dawn.
Wen Tingyun's Eight Poems on Willows (one is a willow branch) The orioles chatter frequently beside the tapestry machine, stopping the shuttle and weeping in memory of the people. Saimen is still desolate in March, even though there are weeping willows, spring is not yet felt.
Two poems by Wen Tingyun from the Southern Song Dynasty (one is a poem about adding sound to the willow branches) A ??foot of deep red is worse than Quchen, and old things are not as good as new. The Albizia Julibrissin peach core is finally hated, and there is no one else in Xu Yuanlai.
Two poems by Wen Tingyun from Nange (one is a poem about poplar branches and willow branches). The lamp is lit at the bottom of the well and the candle is deep. The exquisite dice is decorated with red beans, and I miss you deeply.
Pei Qianyu's poem about the willow branch chants the water splashing on the prostitute's clothes. Half of his forehead is covered with gold threads, and the jade scratches his head and the phoenixes fly together. The water splashed on my skirt and my skirt got wet, and I came back from the morning after coming to the court in the rain.
Wang Zun Sui Liu There are more than 10,000 trees in the dike to welcome Longge to Jiangdu. When you look at the high sleeping place of Jingjie, you only plant five plants towards Hengmen.
Wang Zun Yangliu There are many willows beside Yafu camp, and four roads are connected to Sui's main embankment. I am still interested in giving it to you. The green eyebrows are tender and afraid of the spring breeze.
Lu Guimeng, Winter Willow, Liu Ting is slanting towards the barbarian window, with scattered and decaying strips next to the Xiaojiang River. It was at the point where the frosty wind broke that a pair of cold gulls started to fly.
Sikong Picture: The Bian willows are half withered because of the sorrow of the willows. Pedestrians should not sigh at the trees in front of them, which have occupied the river embankment for hundreds of springs. I write poems in melancholy and hide in the willows, and the willows are declining and I still have no body.
Hu Zeng's epic poem·Xiliu Camp Emperor Wen of the Qing Dynasty ordered Luan Yu to march to the north, and Tiaohou organized troops here. General Yuanmen Bujun ordered us to fight for knowledge of Xiliu Camp today.
Luo Ye Catkins Everywhere the east wind blows against the evening sun, lightly drunk and the powder falls without fragrance. On the Zhongkanhen Sui Embankment, dragon boats and phoenixes were once provoked.
Luo Yin, Liu, and Ba Anqing come to say goodbye frequently, cuddling together for the longest time. The flying catkins in my own house are still uncertain, and I am stumbling over the hanging threads to trip up passers-by.
Luo Yin Sui Diliu The road is thousands of miles away, and passers-by look back to recognize the Sui Dynasty. The spring breeze has not yet propagated the meaning of flowers, but it still takes a lot of effort to grow green strips.
Luo Yin Liu A cluster of green smoke locks the jade building, half hanging down the wall and half hanging down the ditch. There will be new articles next year, and the spring breeze will continue to cause chaos.
Weeping Willow by Tang Yanqian There is no love in the spring breeze. Who in the world dares to fight against lightness. The king of Chu planted seeds on the bank of the river for no reason, and his slim waist was damaged by starvation and he could not learn anything.
Zheng Gu Liu By the bridge of the river, half smoke and half rain, the apricots reflect the Taoshan road. You will be far away from others, and you will be disturbed by thousands of threads and spring breeze.
Cui Tu folds willows. Chariots and horses are turning around like tents, and the mountains and rivers are waiting for guests to return. If there is less separation in the world, the willows and flowers will fly together in spring.
Han Xie Liu A cage of golden threads brushed against the curved bridge, and the waist was almost damaged by children. Helplessly, Linghe Biaoge is still there, but the spring is still long and thin.
Han Xie's "Yong Willow" The rain and the wind are dragging the wind without restraint, and the whole body is weak and hangs down to others. The jade fiber is broken and given to each other from afar, just like when it is in Guanyin's hand.
Wu Renbi's Declining Willows The golden wind gradually lifts the dewdrops, and the long embankments on the wide roads are dim in color. Emperor Yang of Sui Dynasty took a wild tour of the water palace, which can be seen for more than a thousand miles.
Wang Zhenbai's "Three Willows" (one is a Cheng-style poem). The branches interlock and shadow the long door, and the tender color has been touched by the rain and dew. If the phoenix chariot does not come, spring will be over, and the orioles will sing in the sky until dusk.
Wang Zhenbai's Three Fragments of Willows (One is a Duan Cheng-style poem) The water palace enjoys the early fragrance every year, and the soft wind carries the incense from the stove. Nowadays, thousands of chariots are patrolling the hunting grounds, and the chariot roads are clear of shade and green grass grows.
Wang Zhenbai's Three Poems on Broken Willows (One is a Duan Cheng-style poem) The young leaves are not cold-resistant when they are in early bloom, and when the wind is gentle, they blow on the jade railings. The conscripts climbed and folded on the day before, and the weeping rain hurt the spring green and the daisies were broken.
Weng Chengzan Liu The wind blows diagonally across the middle bridge, reflecting the tower in the distance, and the emerald light shines through the dawn smoke. The talented man from Luoyang was so sentimental that he held a golden whip across his horse's head.
Weng Chengzan Liu is higher than the camp gate and far out of the wall, and the Zhulan gate is closed and lined with greenery. After the general's banquet, the east wind is blowing, and the hall is lined with banners and paintings.
Weng Chengzan Liu Pengze filled the boat with wine and planted five plants toward the Jiujiang River. The long thin leaves are endless, leading the spring breeze regardless of the years.
Weng Chengzan Liu Emperor Yang was full of thoughts during his eastward journey, and his palace children’s eyebrows were both green and green. A sound of water tunes the spring breeze, and the shadow locks the Bianhe River thousands of miles away.
Weng Chengzan's love for Liu has not yet ceased, and Qin'e and Xiao Shi are asking for each other. The red curtains in the jade palace are rolled up, and the silk curtains are on the twelfth floor.
Weng Chengzan Sui Diliu The half smoke of spring is deep in the east of Bian River, and the golden silk is soft and cannot withstand the wind. The emperor is fascinated by the light cage in the palace, and Chang'an is thrown away like a dream.
Cui Daorong presented it to Dr. Liu in the east of Zhejiang Province. After several springs of sweet rain in the city, the Holy Lord paid all the money to the Yue people. The vulgar eye does not understand the triviality of youth, but the head of the river strives to see the green and new.
Cui Daorong's poem on willow branches. The mist twists the smoke and rubs the spring, and it seems to be dyed new every year. It should be called the wind and flow line, which connects people from the east, west, north and south.
Pei said: "The willow tree is high and the dust is low on dangerous buildings. How often does the Ba Bridge climb and break?" Thought is like a heartless tree, it welcomes people without understanding and only gives them away.
He Ning's Willow Branches The soft green waving smoke seems to be given away, and the green eyebrows are curled when the flowers are reflected. Qingqing is naturally the master of romance, and she is waiting for Luo Shen with her golden silk.
He Ning's Willow Branches, Sesero skirt, golden waist, black eyebrows, broken eyebrows, not re-drawn. When drunk, he bites the new flower child, grabs the fairy man and lets him show off his charm.
He Ning, Willow Branches, Swallowed the Milky Way at the beginning of Magpie Bridge, tonight the immortal man’s surname is He. If I hadn't climbed the osmanthus tree in the past, how could I have looked for Chang'e in the moon?
Jiangwei Sui Diliu The brocade cables and dragon boats come thousands of miles away, and the drunken countryside is prosperous and suddenly dusty. There are thousands of willow trees on both sides of the empty bank, with rain leaves and wind flowers acting as matchmakers.
Sun Li’s Five Poems on Willow Branches The spirit and wind warm the spring in Taichang, and the dancing threads shake the silk to the past. Why is it like a picturesque line across the river after the rain comes at dawn?
Sun Li’s Five Poems on Willow Branches When Peng Ze first planted five trees, he should only watch one hanging. I don't know where God's will is, so I want to learn how to draw eyebrows with a beautiful woman.
Sun Li's Five Poems on Willow Branches The bridge is quietly brushing beside the pavilion in the warmth, and the green shade is swaying when it enters the stream and crosses the threshold. I don’t know who will see you off at sunset, thousands and thousands of souls will be broken.
Sun Li’s Five Poems on Willow Branches When spring comes, green trees are everywhere in the world, but there are no weeping poplars to praise. On a sunny day, there is a burst of smoke from thousands of trees, and the leisurely square is also Mochou's home.
Sun Li's five poems about willow branches and ten poems are old poems from that year, and almost all of them are singing green songs. I have never been able to tell the way to the pedestrians. It does not mean that I will not break away from my love.