1. Where the world is sad, there is a pavilion to see off guests. The spring breeze knows how to say goodbye to bitterness and does not send green willow branches. ——Li Bai's "Lao Lao Pavilion"
2. Willow trees stand in the east wind, and are green and green on the river. The climb has been painful recently, which should be due to the many separations. ——Wang Zhihuan's "Farewell"
3. The willows on the water's edge are crooked with dust, and I immediately ask you to break a branch. Only the spring breeze cherishes each other the most, and blows diligence into my hands. ——Yang Juyuan's "Folding Willows"
4. The spring breeze outside the city blows wine flags, and pedestrians wave their sleeves to the west. There are countless trees on the streets of Chang'an, only the weeping poplar tubes separate them. ——Liu Yuxi's "Poems of Willow Branches"
5. Every time you lean on the smoke and fog, thousands of threads will fall. In order to repay the travellers, I will give you all my farewell, half stay to see you off, and half to welcome you back. ——Li Shangyin's "Two Willows from Liting Fu"
6. Willow silk threads hang down to the ground, and poplar flowers are flying in the sky. When all the willow silk is broken and the flowers fly away, I ask passers-by whether they are returning home. ——Anonymous "Farewell"
7. The Yangliu spring at the head of the Yangtze River, the Yanghuachou kills the people crossing the river. Several bagpipes left the pavilion at night, you went to Xiaoxiang and I went to Qin. ——Zheng Gu's "Farewell to Friends on the Huai River"
8. 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. There is no old friend when you leave Yangguan in the west.
——Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi"