April Poems of Spring Willow

Bai Juyi's Chang 'an Spring

The willow branches in Qingmen are weak, and the east wind blows golden.

Jiedong wine is thin and drunk, easy to wake up, and can't be sold with eyes full of spring worries.

Juyuan Yang Zheyangliu

The willow beside the water is covered with dust, which will bother you to break one at once.

Only the spring breeze knows how to cherish it best, and still holds the trunk that I have left affectionately.

Du Mu's feeling

The longest weeping willow in western Anhui was once blown by the spring breeze all day.

I can't bear to climb up and down, but I can still see it.

Rong Hong recruited people to return to China.

In March in Jiangcheng Liu, tourists were given away for five years.

So, I want to bid farewell to the tears and tears in my hometown, and I want to dry your clothes today.

PS: March. It's March of the lunar calendar here.

Late Spring by Han Yu

Whoever receives the spring scenery will return it, and the slow green demon will not live.

Ulmus pumila can only walk leisurely along the catkins to the empty garden.

Liu Yuxi's Comments on Nine Poems by Yang Liuzhi

Emperor Yang Di's palace is near the seashore, and several willows can't win spring.

Late as snow, fly into the palace wall and see no one.