Poems about breaking willows to say goodbye
1. The excitement stirs the thoughts and hearts, and the willows are green with spring. ——Bao Zhao's "Three Days Poems"
2. When the wicker branches are broken and the flowers fly away, I would like to ask the passers-by whether they are returning home. ——"Farewell Poems" from Sui Zaqu Songs
3. The osmanthus leaves fall faintly, and the wicker branches on the road are long. It's a long way to go, so don't forget to express yourself. ——Gu Yewang's "Fragrant Tree"
4. The spring breeze knows how to avoid suffering and does not send away the green willows. ——Li Bai's "Lao Lao Pavilion Song"
5. The spring breeze outside the city blows the wine flag, and pedestrians wave their arms at sunset. There are countless trees on the streets of Chang'an, only separated by weeping poplar tubes.
6. Willows become songs, and peach trees learn embroidery. ——Yu Xin of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, "Spring Poems on the West East Road of Fenghe Zhao"
7. You can't be seen on the winding mountain road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow - Bai Xuege sends Magistrate Wu back to the capital. Cen Shen
8. Fragmentally fold a willow tree and send this to your lover.
9. Catkins fly in Jiangcheng in March, and tourists send people home after five years. Therefore, my tears of farewell and hometown tears will wet your clothes today.
10. The peach contains pitiful purple, and the willow hair is heartbroken and green. ——"Spring Poems" by Xiao Gang, Emperor Wen of Liang Dynasty
11. There are thousands of willows on the Qingjiang River, and the old Banqiao was twenty years ago. I said goodbye to my lover on the bridge, and there is no news about him till now.
12. The peach blossoms with dew have not yet bloomed, and the willows are leaning against the wind. ——Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty, "Song of the Four Seasons: East Palace Spring"
13. Wushan Wu Gorge is long, and the weeping willows and weeping poplars are there. With the same heart and the same fold, old friends cherish their hometown. ——"Breaking Willows" by Xiao Yi, Emperor Yuan of Liang Dynasty
14. The willows are hanging green on the ground, and the poplar flowers are flying in the sky. When all the wicker branches are broken and the flowers fly away, I would like to ask the passers-by if they are returning home? . ——"Farewell" by Anonymous of the Sui Dynasty
15. Where there are twists and turns, there is only resentment for parting. ——Cen Zhijing's "Breaking Willows"
16. No one wants to be long for love, but breaks the willow branches.
17. Willows and trees in the east wind, green and green on the river. The pain of climbing up and downing recently is probably due to the many partings.
18. When the sun sets, the water flows from west to east, and the spring light will never end.
19. People say that the willow leaves are like frowning eyebrows, and the sad intestines are like willow silk. The willow silk pulls the broken heart and breaks the heart, and there should be no time for each other.
20. I drink wine when I am wearing cotton, and plum blossoms suddenly enter my clothes. ——Liang Yuan Emperor Xiao Yi's "He Liu Shang Huang Chun Ri Poem"
21. The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends.
22. The sound of someone’s jade flute spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City. In this nocturne, I heard the broken willows, who can't help but feel the love of my hometown.
23. Where the world is sad, there is a pavilion to see off guests. The spring breeze knows how to avoid bitterness and does not send green willow branches.
24. In the past, I left, and the willows lingered. Now I come to think about it, and the rain and snow are falling. The journey is slow and full of hunger and thirst. My heart is sad, but I don’t know how sad I am.
25. Ba Anqing comes to say goodbye frequently, and we can’t bear to be together until spring. The flying catkins in my own house are still uncertain, and I am stumbling over the hanging threads to trip up passers-by.