10 The poem with the word "Liu" is a poem.

Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.

Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.

On a rainy morning in Weicheng, the guest house was green and willow-colored.

Spring breeze knows not to be bitter, but not to send willow green.

Willow in Xicheng makes spring soft, moving away from sorrow, tears are hard to collect.

Ruthlessness is a willow in Taicheng, but it is still a smoke cage.

In the past, I am gone, and I have a bright future. Today, I was thinking that it was raining.

Willow on the bank of Hanyang River attracts visitors to the east branch.

Staring at the railing, dark and melancholy, Liu Hua flies with the east wind.

The most important thing is the benefits of spring, and the smoke and willows in the imperial city are fragrant.

In the past, I am gone, and I have a bright future. Today, I was thinking that it was raining.

Willow is green and drooping. ...

Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.

Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.

On a rainy morning in Weicheng, the guest house was green and willow-colored.

Spring breeze knows not to be bitter, but not to send willow green.

Willow in Xicheng makes spring soft, moving away from sorrow, tears are hard to collect.

Ruthlessness is a willow in Taicheng, but it is still a smoke cage.

In the past, I am gone, and I have a bright future. Today, I was thinking that it was raining.

Willow on the bank of Hanyang River attracts visitors to the east branch.

Staring at the railing, dark and melancholy, Liu Hua flies with the east wind.

The most important thing is the benefits of spring, and the smoke and willows in the imperial city are fragrant.

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