Gift Willow
Li Shangyin
The Zhangtai Cong is hidden, and the Cheng Road is even more uneven.
Seeing that she is extremely romantic, come and be graceful.
The bridge is about to break, and the embankment is far away.
The flowers bloom like snow, and the brothel flutters the wine flag.
Shi Jianwu's "Breaking Willows":
It's sad to see the spring willows on the roadside, each one is broken and all the new ones are broken.
This year I will go back to where I was last year, and I won’t say goodbye to others last year.
"Willows by the River" by Yong Yuzhi
On the edge of the ancient embankment, there is a green tree smoke.
If the silk is not continuous, keep the tielang boat.
"Willow" by Luo Yin
Ba Anqing comes to say goodbye frequently, cuddling together for the longest time.
My own flying catkins are still uncertain, and I am arguing about the hanging silk and stumbling passers-by.
"The Old Willow in the West of the Qinzheng Building" by Bai Juyi
The half-decayed tree is facing the wind, and the passionate person is standing on the horse.
A willow tree in Kaiyuan, spring of the second year of Changqing.
And Tang Yanqian's poem "Weeping Willow" has a different meaning:
There is no love in the spring breeze, who dares to fight against lightness.
The king of Chu planted seeds on the banks of the river for no reason, and his slim waist was damaged by starvation and he was unable to learn.
Ode to Willows" He Zhizhang
The jasper is made up into a tree as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
"Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi"
Wang Wei
The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guest houses are green and willows are new.
I urge you to have another glass of wine, leaving Yangguan in the west without any old friends
Shi Jianwu's "Breaking Willows":
It hurts to see the willow spring by the roadside, One fold and one new one.
This year I will go back to where I was last year, and I won’t say goodbye to others last year.
"Willows by the River" by Yong Yuzhi
On the edge of the ancient embankment, there is a green tree smoke.
If the silk is not continuous, keep the tielang boat.
"Willow" by Luo Yin
Ba Anqing comes to say goodbye frequently, cuddling together for the longest time.
My own flying catkins are still uncertain, and I am arguing about the hanging silk and stumbling passers-by.
"The Old Willow in the West of the Qinzheng Building" by Bai Juyi
The half-decayed tree is facing the wind, and the passionate person is standing on the horse.
A willow tree in Kaiyuan, spring of the second year of Changqing.