The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -Zhinan's "Jueju"
"Two orioles sing on the top of a green willow, and egrets reach the sky" —— Du Fu's quatrains
The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk. -Ouyang Xiu's Life Inspector Yuan Xi
Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing! -Wang Zhihuan's Two Poems on Liangzhou.
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. -He Zhangzhi's Singing Willow
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. -He Zhangzhi's Singing Willow
In the courtyard, deep willows pile up smoke, and the curtains are not counted. -Ouyang Xiu "How Deep is the Courtyard"
The west wind is more or less annoying and can't blow away the eyebrows. -Nalan Xingde's "Linjiang Xian Liu Han"
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. -Gao Ding's "Country House"
At dusk, crows crow in the courtyard. Remember that man, Pear Blossom and Moon Bright. -The Little Mermaid by the cat, the east wind is swaying and the clouds are light.
In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden. -Han Yi's Cold Food
Hearts also contain fresh rain overnight, green willows and a touch of spring smoke. -Wang Wei's "Seven Pastoral Music Six"
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf -Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu"
Rustling clothes towel falling jujube flowers, village south village north ring car, cattle clothes ancient willow selling cucumbers. -Su Shi's "Huanxisha, rustling clothes and towels falling jujube flowers"
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. -Han Yu, "Early Spring is Zhang Shiba, the Minister of Water Resources"
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. -Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"
We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night. -Yan Dao Ji's "Partridge Sky, Colorful Sleeves, Diligent Jade Bell"