A green tree is sad, it has been separated from hatred by several people.
Send more farewells near the Doumen, and fold the strip in half to reduce the spring breeze.
Suzhou willow tree
Tang Bai Juyi
Jinguyuan is graceful and graceful, and Qujiang Pavilion is swaying.
Old people parade everywhere, unlike Suzhou, where there are the most willows.
Floccules on baldness touch your face, leaving you helpless in spring.
Chang 'an Liu Xin
Don
At the beginning of nine strange clouds, yellow willows are new. The sky is different from the garden, and spring comes first.
The color is light and slightly dew, and the silk is light but not dusty. I want to break one and go back to this morning.
Willow beside the water in May
Tang cuihu
The roots are elegant and the shadows are shallow. Sleeping face is cold and stretching is softer.
The empty column is heavy and the water is scattered. Like a drunken scene, like a moon dew.
A long fish is surprised by mistake, but a weak bird is surprised. Don't be sentimental for a long time, including climbing mountains in spring.
willow
Sugar crisp rice
When the wind slows down, when the smoke blows water. If you annoy the general, you will be tied to a short branch.
Zhang Lang's bones are soft and thin, and her waist is light and hungry. My hometown has not returned, and my heart hurts.
Liu Xin
Sugar crisp rice
Ruthless and soft, I was urged by the spring, as if I could not stand the wind and leaned against the ancient platform.
What do you hate in the past and present? The color of the fishing ditch comes to the DPRK.
Willow trees on the bank
Don Dai Shulun
The weeping willows are full of silk, and spring comes to weave parting. Pedestrians climb high, when my concubine heartbroken.
Fudechang Liu Ting
Don Dai Shulun
The pavilion is full of water. The rain grinds the gold thread thin and the smoke soft.
Seeing the guests off adds new hatred, and listening to the songbirds reminisce about the past. Give more and take more, and you will get late autumn.
Tiliu
Tang dihuan
The south is far from the north, and the shadow dances here. Emerald color can't be folded, leave more feelings.
Caged on the shore after the rain, smoke on the Suihe River. It has its own good name, followed by Qin Song.
Liu Du
Dondum
A cigarette willow shakes the wind for a long time.
The beauty could not bear to fold and looked back at her hand.
Liu jueju
Dondum
A group of trees are newly opened, and they are fascinated by the amorous feelings of spring.
Fan Chuan, the old country hates her, half built the village bridge and half blew the stream.
Liu Xin
Dondum
The wind can't shake, the color is new, and the waist is envious.
The shade didn't cover the long dike water, and the golden spike greeted Yuan Chun first.
A few sad roads, a branch, the rain sees the dust.
More is the departure outside the east gate, fearing to kill the opposite person.
Yugouliu
Don Du Xunhe
The method reaches the fishing ditch in spring, and the willow beside the ditch is new. The cage passed through the forbidden water and gently blew to North Korea.
The sun is near, the sun is early, and the sky is low. Gu Ying's habitat is unstable, so it is difficult for maids to draw.
Chu shook the waves in the air, and the Sui dike darkened the dust. How to get to the imperial city, you must first cover the golden dragon.
willow
Tangfanggan
The swaying posture makes the wind blow, and the embankment is softer than silk. You'll know when you're strong, but it's hard to persist when you're weak.
Learn to dance branches and turn sleeves to make up Ye Mei. How to climb, bosom friend and poetry.
willow
Tang hanhe
A cage of golden thread bends the bridge, and several children hurt their backs.
But the spirit and standard are there, and spring is still long.
Two poems about willow trees
Tang guyun
Dewdrops and smoke hung everywhere, and the yellow and green were uneven.
There is no wind floating in the long beach, and the wide stranger begins to pity the sun.
Draw a feast and steal a dance, and learn to frown in the dressing cabinet.
Stay in the pavilion, don't let go of the spring dusk, and fold a thousand branches.
Idle flowers and weeds are always innovative, and their eyebrows are wrinkled and their stems are uneven.
Begging for the strength of the east wind will not waste a spring.
2. Poems about Kua Liu: Chant Liu (1) Tanghe Zhangzhi Jasper (2) Make-up (3) Grow into a tree (4) Tall, with ten thousand pieces of green silk hanging down (5).
I don't know who will cut off the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Note (1) Willow: willow, deciduous tree or shrub, with long and narrow leaves and many kinds.
This poem describes weeping willows. ⑵ Jasper: Bright green jade.
Here is a metaphor for the bright green willow leaves in spring. (3) make-up: decorate and dress up.
(4) a tree: full of trees. One, full, full.
In China's classical poems and articles, the use of quantifiers does not necessarily mean exact numbers. The "ten thousand" in the next sentence is of great significance.
Tapestry: a rope made of silk. Silk tapestry: Describe a wicker like a ribbon.
[6] Cutting: cutting, using a knife or scissors to divide a flaky object into several parts. (7) February: February in the lunar calendar is the mid-spring season.
Like: like, like. Willow is dressed as jasper like a beautiful woman, and thousands of wickers are like her green ribbon.
Do you know who cut the delicate willow leaves? It was the spring breeze in February like scissors! This is an object-chanting poem, which expresses the poet's infinite love for spring by praising willow trees. The first three sentences of this appreciation poem are all about willow trees.
The first sentence "Jasper makes the tree high" refers to the whole, saying that the high willow is made of Jasper. Use "Jasper" to describe the green crystal of willow and highlight its color beauty.
The second sentence, "A tapestry of ten thousand strands of moss hangs down", is about willow branches, saying that drooping willow branches are like ten thousand ribbons, highlighting their gentle beauty. The third sentence "I don't know who cut the thin leaves" is to write willow leaves, highlighting the delicate and delicate modeling beauty of willow leaves.
The three poems are divided into different parts, and each sentence has its own characteristics. The third sentence and the fourth sentence constitute rhetorical questions.
"I wonder who cut the thin leaves?" -ask yourself; "The spring breeze in February is like scissors." -self-answer.
This question and answer, from willow cleverness to spring breeze. It is said that cutting out these delicate willow leaves can certainly cut out bright green and bright red flowers and plants.
It symbolizes the vitality of nature and the creativity of spring. This poem eulogizes the infinite creativity of spring by praising the willow tree.
3. Poems about Yangliu, Li Baiyi and Qin E
Yu Xiao's voice was sad and sad. When she woke up from her dream, a string of bright moons were hanging upstairs in Qin. Qin family, every year in the second quarter of the moon, the willow color by the bridge is printed with seven windows for farewell. Looking at the Cold and Autumn Festival, the ancient road leading to Xianyang has been cut off. The sound dust is gone, the west wind is still shining, and the Han tomb is gone.
Meet sb. leave
The willows on the ground are green and heavy, the flowers in the sky fly, the wicker flies, and the pedestrians don't return.
Liangzhou word Wang Zhihuan.
The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain. Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!
Weizhuang Tu Jinling
The rain is falling, the grass is falling, and the birds of the Six Dynasties are singing. Ruthlessness is a willow in Taicheng, but it is still a smoke cage.
How much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain.
Zhu He. Sapphire case
A wisp of smoke hangs like a willow, so there is no reason to live in Lanzhou.
Zhou Zizhi. Tashahang
Leisure is the most bitter, don't lean on the fence, the sun goes down, and the future is bright.
Xin Qiji. Touch the fish
Fine, it seems that it is not easy, it is a crystal tear.
Su Shi. Shuilongyin
Cold and sad. Yes, Changting is late. The shower began to stop. All the cars are full of drinks. Nostalgia Lanzhou urges hair. Hold hands and look at each other with tears.
I was speechless and choked up. Read it. A thousand miles of smoke. Twilight sank into the sky. Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. Worse.
Cold and autumn festival. Where to wake up tonight. There is a breeze and a waning moon on the bank of Yangliu. Many years later, it should be a beautiful moment in name only. There are many kinds of customs, who are you talking to? -Liu Yong. Yulinling
One spring night, Li Bai heard the flute in Los Angeles.
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.
In this serenade, I heard the breaking sound of willow trees. No one can miss home!
4. Poems about willows
Willow belongs to the family Salicaceae, with a wide variety, and there are more than 3,000 known species all over the world. There are more than 50 kinds of willows in China, especially weeping willows, river willows, dry willows, willows, yellow willows and long-leaved willows. Since ancient times, our people have loved willow trees very much. With the help of lyric media, people express their feelings and write countless beautiful and moving poems.
The Book of Songs is the first collection of poems in ancient China, among which there are poems about willows. The poem says: "I have been there, and I cherish willow." With the help of catkins, this poem is filled with nostalgia. The famous poem of Chanting Willow is the poem of Chanting Willow by He, an ancient poet in the Tang Dynasty.
Jasper is as tall as a tree,
Ten thousand hanging green silk strips.
I don't know who planted the thin leaves,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
In the poem, thin silk strips are used to compare wicker, and with the help of rich imagination, the poet sings charming spring in an ingenious way. Under the spring breeze, willows sprout and grow leaves. It was the spring breeze as thin as scissors that "cut" 10,000 green wickers and dressed the spring as full of green.
Bai Juyi's Yang Liuzhi describes in detail Liu Xin's dancing and charm in early spring. Poetry:
Unwilling to regain youth,
Seduce the spring breeze
White snow flowers are numerous and empty,
Green silk strips are too weak for warblers.
Han Yu, one of the eight masters in Tang and Song Dynasties, observed the shape of catkins very carefully. His catkin on the pond is a masterpiece;
There is no wind on the pool,
After Yang Huaqing, she flew alone.
To clean the fiber lens,
Wet but without a dome, you can't go back.
Here, poplars are catkins. In Pan Hu at sunset, catkins are all over the sky, poplars fall on the water, soak in the water, and never fly again. Through this detailed description, the poet embodies the interest of being intoxicated with the charming natural scenery.
Wu Rong, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem Huayang, which has another flavor:
Do not dispute prosperity, do not occupy red.
It's sunny and snowy.
Flowers grow and hate the wind,
Only Huayang loves the wind alone.
Poetry is an affirmation of Huayang. Although Yang Shuhua is not colorful, it has a personality that flowers don't have. It is not afraid of wind and rain, but it flies freely in the air like snowflakes with the wind, which is unique.
In the Qing Dynasty, Zhou Zhihui wrote a poem "Willow":
Every spring is miserable,
Fight for repeated sleep.
A trace of sadness is chaotic with the wind,
It's raining hard.
Gudu wants to lead a wanderer,
Leave the pavilion with the traveler's whip.
Use the flute, it's late at night,
Look back at some trees and cigarettes.
Although the title of this poem is "Liu", it expresses the feelings of wanderers. The long wicker on the shore seems unwilling to swim, leading the departing ship. Willow is personified. At dusk, the wanderers on the boat often look back at the weeping willows by the river, as if to say goodbye to their loved ones.
In ancient China, there were more anecdotes related to willows. This is just an example. The story of Zuo, the general of the Western Expedition in the Qing Dynasty, and the ode poems of later generations are still widely sung in the northwest.
During the Tongzhi period of the Qing Dynasty, the Russian army occupied the territory of northern Xinjiang, and the court sent Zuo as a general to fight against the enemies from the west. Five years of Tongzhi (1866), Zuo Jun marched into Gansu, but what he saw along the way was "bare land like peeling, bald mountains thousands of miles away, and yellow sand flying." The order was issued on the left: "Wherever the great army passes, it must be greeted by planting trees, otherwise both the governor and the county magistrate will look up." Military orders are like mountains, and soon, wherever the army goes tomorrow, the trees will naturally be planted. Zuo led a great army all the way to northern Xinjiang. When I came back, it was already "thousands of miles away, catkin Nana" all the way. On the way to the triumph, Zuo saw some bark fall off and die. When I got off the bus on the left, I found a donkey tied under a tree and gnawing the skin of a willow tree. Zuo immediately flew into a rage, ordered the guards to take the donkey under the Drum Tower in Jiuquan City, and then beat the drums to give orders to summon soldiers, civilians and officials to listen to the training. Zuo stood on the Drum Tower, ordered the donkey to be beheaded in public, and announced that anyone who dared to destroy the willow tree would be punished as much as the donkey. People are so scared that no one dares to hurt another willow tree. A few years later, the willow became a shade. In order to commemorate the contribution of General Zuo in planting trees and loving willows, the local people named the willows planted by General Zuo during his Western Expedition "Zuo", and Yang Changjun, governor of Gansu Province, also wrote a well-known poem to praise this achievement. Poetry cloud:
The general has not returned from the Western Expedition,
Children of Xianghu Lake fill Tianshan Mountain.
Newly planted willows are 3,000 miles long,
Attract the spring breeze through Yumen.
Willow and willow poems are amazing.
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5. The ancient poem about willow 1, Li Bai's "Recalling Qin E"
Yu Xiao's voice was sad and sad. When she woke up from her dream, a string of bright moons were hanging upstairs in Qin. Qin Louyue, willow color year after year, Baling died.
Leyuan Scenic Area (5) In the clear autumn, the ancient Xianyang Road was silent. The west wind kissed the light of the sun, and in front of us were the tombs and palaces of the Han Dynasty.
2. Juyuan Yang's "Fu Liu Bie Zheng Wai"
Willow is full of smoke and spring, climbing pedestrians every year. Good wind defecates with low branches, and does not send moss to sweep the road dust.
3. Dai Shulun's "Ford Field Ting Liu"
The pavilion is full of water. Rain is thin and smoke is soft. Seeing the guests off adds new hatred, and listening to the songbirds reminisce about the past. How can I get late autumn with more discounts?
4. Yang Liuzhi of Liu Yuxi.
Outside the city, the spring breeze blows the wine flag and pedestrians wave at sunset. Chang 'an is a stranger to infinite trees, and only weeping willows can leave.
5. Yang Liuzhi, Zhou Dehua
Qingjiang Qianliu was the Boss Bridge twenty years ago. I once said goodbye to my lover's bridge, but I haven't heard from him since.
6. Li Bai's Grandma Pavilion
The saddest place in the world is this farewell acie law. Spring breeze will also want to leave the pain of parting, instead of urging this willow tree to turn green.
7. Luo Yin's Liu
It's sunny on the shore, so it's hard to say goodbye. I'm still uncertain about my flying flocks, and I'm trying to solve the problem of tripping over passers-by.
8 & amplt； Weicheng district. Wang Wei
The acropolis cleared the dust of rainy city,
The guest rooms are green and willow.
I suggest you have another glass of wine,
There is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west.
9 "Liu Yong" [Tang] He.
Jasper dressed up as a tree,
Evergreen silk tapestry (tāo).
I don't know who cut off the thin leaves,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
10 Du Mu
A cigarette willow shakes the wind for a long time.
The beauty could not bear to fold and looked back at her hand.
6. Poems about Willow What are the poems about willow?
1, wet apricot blossoms with clothes and blow cold willows. _ _ _ _ Zhinan's quatrains
2, red crisp hands, yellow wine, spring palace wall willow in the city. _ _ _ _ Lu You's hairpin chicken red crisp hand
I refused to marry Feng Chun, but I was misunderstood by the autumn wind for no reason. _ _ _ _ He Zhu's heart is bitter, and the willow returns to the pond
Small catkins are blowing on the branches. There are many fish in the sea. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Spring Scene in Hua Lian.
5. Why should the flute blame the willow? Spring breeze is not enough for Yumenguan. _ _ _ _ Two Liangzhou Ci Poems by Wang Zhihuan (I)
6, the most ruthless city willow, still smoke cage ten miles embankment. _ _ _ _ Wei Zhuang's Taicheng
7. I have been there, Liu Yiyi. _ _ _ _ Anonymous "Pick the EU"
8. A gust of wind blew catkins, which made the shop more fragrant. A girl Wu poured wine and advised me to drink it. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's departure in a hotel in Nanjing
9. Still, still, people and poplars have lost weight. _ _ _ _ Qin Guan's Spring Dream
10, grass grows in February, and willows are drunk with spring smoke. _ _ _ _ Gaoding Country House
1 1, the spring city is full of flowers, and the cold food is east wind and willows. _ _ _ _ Han Yi's Cold Food/Cold Food Festival is a Thing'
7. Poems describing willows can be used to sing willow lyrics.
Yang Liuan Xiaofeng Canyue
It's bloom in the morning, so lying down is better than lying down.
Smoke willow painting bridge,
Thousands of green tapestries hang down, and the living room is green and willow-colored.
Little catkins are blowing on the branches,
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the grass in the sea is growing.
Willow trees pile up into smoke,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors. I regret teaching my husband to find seals.
Flowers are everywhere in Spring City.
There is a well there.
Weicheng is a city of light dust and rain, and it is still ten miles away.
Why should a strong enemy complain about the willow? The warbler wears a willow belt, and the wind curtain is green. There are hundreds of thousands of families.
Suddenly, I saw the willow color in the stranger's head, and the cold food was slanting.
Ruthless is Taicheng Liu.
He zhangzhi
Jasper makeup is as high as a tree, and the curtain is not heavy.
Willow shade is straight, smoke is bright and blue.
The weak willows are yellow and full of ducks, and the spring breeze is not enough to cross Yumen Pass.
Weicheng Yuchao Town is dim and dusty.
8. Poems about Willow Why does Qiangdi complain about willow? Spring is not enough.
Advocate the building to open the door, garden willow yiyi. Birds sing to know the age, and articles change to know the spring.
Willow has many short branches, and many short branches leave. The ceremony is far and tired, and the soft strips hang down.
Delicate willows, holding this to send lovers. How expensive is a branch? Compassion is the spring in my hometown.
The Buddha's head in Xijiang spits out buds and fragrant Yuquan. The two strands of gold hairpin have met and will not leave each other.
Wickerwork don't have to worry, there are countless ties. Mountains and rivers, ancient and modern roads are endless.
Miscellaneous songs Yesterday's salt. Weeping willows covered with gold dike
Vicki Zhao; zhao Wei
In the New Year, the willow is crying and crouching in the empty boudoir. I'm not afraid of wheatgrass, I cry for parting.
Because of the wind floating jade households, the golden embankment reflects the sun. When will the post be sent, also give it to Longxi.
Miscellaneous songs Yang Liuzhi
Bai Juyi
A tree with thousands of branches in the spring breeze is softer than gold and softer than silk.
In the wild garden in the west corner of Yongfeng, no one has ever belonged to that person.
One tree decays from the soil, and two branches flourish in the sky.
This spring, after knowing this mysterious image, Liu Su added two stars to the light.
Spring pool willow
Li Shimin
In 2006, the willow changed into a pool platform, and the dike went straight back. Go with the flow and bring the shadow to the wind.
A bird can remove yellow, but several eyebrows can open. It snows on the spring shore, and the early plum blossoms are uneven.
willow
Xu Zhang
The tobacco rod hangs down and the spring thoughts are at the edge of the city.
Please take a closer look at the romantic feeling, without reducing the spirit and time in the temple.
Liu Bian
Du Fu
Only when plum blossoms are in bloom will you know that Liu Ye is new here. Branches always reach out to the ground, and leaves are spring.
Purple swallows turn their wings, but orioles don't show. Hannan should be old. He should stay away from his troubles.
willow
Tang He Zhang Zhi
Jasper dressed up as a tree,
Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down.
I don't know who cut off the thin leaves,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.