Catkins
Tang Lizhong
At dusk of February every year, there are scattered and flying flowers.
After the rain, the breeze picks up, blowing wildly to thousands of homes.
Catkins
Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
Floating south across the road to the east, spending spring in the dark and deserted.
The flowers in the alley are warm and the butterflies dance lightly, and the jade tower is sunny and beautiful.
Lingering back to Xie Nu’s poem pen, decorated with Tao Gong’s wine napkin.
Where is the wind blowing like snow? On the Sui River embankment is the ancient Jiangjin.
Catkins
Luo Ye of the Tang Dynasty
Everywhere the east wind blows at the evening sun, gently drunken the powder and falls without fragrance.
On the embankment of Sui Dynasty, dragon boats and phoenixes were once provoked.
Ode to Catkins
Sunbream of the Tang Dynasty
In March every year, there is a melodious sound everywhere.
After the rain, all doubts disappeared, and the wind came very wildly.
Bees entering the flowers are a hindrance, but water swallows covering the flowers are no problem.
Suffering adds to thoughts of separation, and the road to Qingmen is long.
Catkins
Tang Xuetao
The poplar flowers in February are light and soft, and the spring breeze is swaying and making people's clothes.
His family is a ruthless creature, always flying south and north.
Catkins
Tang Yangning
There are many willows along the river, and the river is narrow and sloping.
The spring breeze comes back and invades Mochou's house.
Catkins
Yong Yuzhi of the Tang Dynasty
It only reaches the ground when there is no wind, but the sky is full when there is wind.
The edge of the canal looks like snow, so don’t get close to it.
Catkins
Mrs. Zhang of the Tang Dynasty
The mist is fragrant in the spring, and the snow catkins are green.
It may be worth dancing with the flowers, not drifting due to the wind.
The statue of Guozun is floating with green wine and decorated with red gauze.
It’s better to play with sorrow, and don’t talk to yourself about the joy of spring.
Blowing Catkins/Auspicious Partridge
Song He Zhu
Yuehen arrived at the west chamber as promised. I once admired the flower branches brushing against the short wall.
I didn’t know how to cry when I was worried for the first time, and I still doubt the fragrance of my dreams every time.
My eyebrows are charming when I sing, and my eyes are even crazier when I am half drunk.
Leaning against the embroidered curtain and blowing catkins, I asked him who looked like Ye Youlang.
2． Poems related to "Catkins"
Send off six servants to the court
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Children have been in love for forty years, and the news in the middle is at a loss.
You will know where it is later, and the sudden encounter is a farewell party.
Peach blossoms are as red as brocade, and catkins are as white as cotton.
The spring scenery in Jiannan is still rogue, and people who offend and worry come to the side of the drink.
Reward to the eternal master of Baita Temple in Yangzhou
Tang Gu Kuang
Why is it on the pagoda? The incense lamp continues to smoke.
The pine branches are used as the tail, and the catkins are used as silkworm cotton.
The floating grass meridians are everywhere, and the empty flowers are full of meaning and interest.
Although I am here for Dharma, I will temporarily borrow a bed to sleep on.
Sentence
Tangjia Island
The clear wind blows the catkins, and the new fire creates smoke in the kitchen.
The wind from the Yangtze River sees off guests, but the rain in the lonely hall keeps people behind.
The ancient shore is about to collapse, and the flat sand will never end.
Not as good as cows and sheep, but still able to return home at dusk.
Playing with Fire and Snow
Tang Bai Juyi
The one I love in my life loves fire and pities snow.
Fire is the spring in the twelfth lunar month, and snow is the moon in the cloudy night.
The feathers of the goose are falling, and the charcoal of the beast is broken.
The white salt in the foot is cold, and the red jade in the furnace is hot.
It is better to move the cup and drink, and gradually lead to the sound of Sheng and singing.
But I know the source of joy, but I don’t know the season of drunkenness.
The silver plate is piled with catkins, and the sleeves are covered with twigs.
*** is worried that it will be sold tomorrow, so he bids farewell to the year.
Late Spring
Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
Whoever harvests the beauty of spring will go back, and half of the slow green demon and red will be gone.
The elm pods can only follow the catkins and wander around the empty garden.
Canchun Hostel
Tang Hanzi
The hostel Canchun stayed in the rainy weather, and suddenly I recalled Xianjing.
Tree-headed bees hold the flowers and their whiskers fall, and fish in the pond blow catkins.
The Zen subdued the demons of poetry and returned to the pure realm, and the wine washed away the sorrow and surprise soldiers appeared.
The two beams are protected from dust, and the hairpin is wiped until the eyesight is clear.
Butterfly
Li Shangyin of Tang Dynasty
Flying to embroider Huyin, passing deep into the painting building.
Heavily painted with Qin Tai powder, lightly painted with Han palace gold.
The only thing you get is catkins.
You can invite Ling Guke to sing at midnight.
Liu Bei Pavilion on March 10th
Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
Being a member of the Chinese army, few returned home, and the magnolias lost all their spring.
I secretly followed the catkins to the outside of the city, and walked across the water to the west to hear the rules.
Qujiang
Tang Linkuan
The grass in Qujiang is green at first, and thousands of horses and hooves are walking along the bank.
The enchantress of the Qing Dynasty has heavy hair on her temples, while the young master's snow shirt is light.
The baboon dances around and dances with the Qiong engraving technique, and the gold frowns to ward off evil spirits and the bird sings.
The catkins and apricot flowers cannot be left behind, and the wind chases the singing everywhere.
Repay Linghu to express my love for Mr. Fox on a spring day
Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
I went to see the flowers in front of me, and my neighbor was Wang Chang.
Now I want to be in Linrong, and the flag will go out of Wenyang.
The catkins and snow are flying in the camp, and the door is shining with frost on the branches.
Looking east to the clear river water, my heart follows the man on the boat.
Cold Food Play Presented
Tang Liu Zhongyong
Crossing the riverside at dusk in spring, the weather is overcast and cold in spring.
Wheat porridge with fragrant apricot flowers and catkins on the swing.
Wine is the festival of Fangfei, and people are in the year of peaches and plums.
I don’t know where the hatred is, it has been dissolved into the strings of the zither.
Nanpu Chapter
Mengjiao of Tang Dynasty
The peach blossoms in Nanpu are sub-water red, and the catkins by the water are blown by the spring breeze.
The singing of birds and the mist of smoke have sent me to the sad old man from afar.
This old man has said goodbye to the young man, but he only remembers being in the deep mountains and deep valleys.
Repaying Guo for giving things
Wang Wei of Tang Dynasty
The cave gate and high pavilion are full of afterglow, and the peaches and plums are shaded by catkins flying.
There are few clocks and official residences in the forbidden area, and there are few people singing birds in the province.
In the morning, I shake my jade pendant and go to the golden palace, and in the evening, I worship Suo Wei with a book from heaven.
The old man who has a strong desire to obey the emperor will take off his court clothes due to illness.
Magnolia
Picture of Xuchang in the Tang Dynasty
The red mist rises from the heavy sandalwood smoke, and a frosty arrow blows through the embroidered house.
The flowers in the Han Palace learn from plum makeup, and Xie Nu’s snow poems are planted with catkins.
Luanluan dances under the long curtain, and the silver sheng and two phoenixes sing.
The wine in the red window chews the ice, and the ice damages the dreamless place of lovesickness.
On the day of cold food, I send my friends to my friends
Tang Qiji
Thousands of wells are chasing cold food, but the idle door cannot be opened alone.
The pear blossoms should be folded, and the catkins will fly.
I dream of Huaixian Island, chanting and chanting around the moss.
The floating life has been realized, and the seasons are urging them.
Fangchun
Liu Jian of the Tang Dynasty
The light rain and breeze separated the painted curtains, and the golden stove and sandalwood sticks were cold and carefree.
Peach blossoms are falling all over the ground in spring, and catkins are piled up in piles of snow.
Bao Se cannot invite the Zhuo family, so why should Cai Hao dream of Jiang Yan?
When the official relationship returns, the relationship is up and down, but the falcons and fishing boats are never tired of it.
Early summer in Kezhong
Sima Guang of the Song Dynasty
In April, the weather is sunny and rainy, and the weather in Nanshan is clear.
There are no catkins blowing due to the wind, only sunflowers are sunny.
Meaning
Yan Shu of the Song Dynasty
The incense carts on the oil wall no longer meet, and the clouds in the gorge leave no trace from the west to the east.
The moon is melting in the pear blossom courtyard, and there is a gentle breeze in the catkin pond.
After a few days of loneliness and drinking, I was desolate and stopped smoking.
Why do you want to send the fish book? The water is far away and the mountains have the same strengths.
Dream of Jiangnan
Huangfu Song of the Tang Dynasty
Sleeping upstairs, the waning moon shines under the curtain.
Dreaming about the melancholy things in Moling,
Peach blossoms and catkins fill the city.
Sitting in double buns and playing the sheng.
Song of the Cave Immortal
Chao Buzhi of the Song Dynasty
The skirt is old and the begonias are blooming. After the rain, the weather is light and clear. The most enchanting section is all in the early bloom. The clouds are small and the flowers are painted with powder and red. It's good to be fully open, and the spring is flowing, and there are hundreds of palaces and palaces with intricate embroidery. Even though I am speechless, my heart should hate me for coming late, just as the catkins are about to return in spring. Drunk, I still lean on the soft kettle, and I am timid at dusk. I am so sad that I have to be as thin as the flowers.
Extreme lovesickness
Song Dynasty Luyou
Rain and smoke are light at the head of the river. Cold food and falling flowers. Turning red and falling into the plain, the remaining clouds and dark brocade, a period of sadness. I am so melancholy that Dongjun is so disgusted that he doesn't care about him and is indifferent to him. It's worth looking at even more. The sky is filled with catkins and elm money.
Flowers in the Rain/Night Boating
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
This year's flower time is deep in the courtyard, with the east wind blowing in the sun, and the tea smoke swaying. But there are green moss, fragrant grass, catkins and elm money. To the west of Wendao City, there is an ancient temple with long corridors and a famous garden. The beauty of the country brings wine, and the fragrance of heaven dyes my sleeves, lingering for me. The Qingming Festival has passed, and the remaining red is nowhere to be seen. I shed tears in front of you. Autumn is getting late, what's the matter with a branch, it remains to me. Gao Hui chatted and chased the short scene, and the Qing merchants had no time for Yu Yan. It is better to keep it and give it to next year, which is very springlike.
Die Lianhua
The Way of the Song Dynasty
Spring flags on the city urge the sunset. The catkins are stained with mud, and the stamens drift away with the flow. Remember the past time where you had fun. Xiaoqiao Shuilu is flat at first. Who wins or loses in the jade pattern catalpa? I don't care about time, I spend my time secretly. If God has mercy, let me complain. When spring comes, things will be rainy.
Die Lianhua
Huangsheng of the Song Dynasty
No matter how hard it is, the spring will not last. Take off the powder and blow the fragrance, urging you to teach every day. I want to tell my worries in the words of a warbler. There is no evidence for the wandering warbler to draw the land. Green jade railings surround Qihu. A little soft red should be deep. I want to lean against the green curtain and blow catkins. The shallow frown is melancholy and the fragrance is wrong.
Crossing the Dragon Gate/Lang Tao Sha Ling
Song Shi Dazu
Drunk Moon Little Red Mansion. Jinse and harp. The wind and rain come at night and the harvest comes at dawn. The fallen flowers and catkins at several o'clock are all spring sorrows. Send a letter to Qingou. Who is in Fangzhou? There is an orchid boat in the green waves. Alone for the old days hand in hand, long-lasting love.
Die Lianhua
Yanshu of the Song Dynasty
The curtain is gentle and the bilingual swallows. When I woke up from drunkenness in the afternoon, catkins were flying and making a mess. The spring in my mind has not yet been seen. The remaining flowers have fallen into the moss courtyard.
There are hundreds of feet of red towers to lean on. Thin rain and thick clouds cover people's faces. The news is unknown sooner or later. The setting sun only sends flat waves far away.
The courtyard is full of fragrance
Zhao Changqing of the Song Dynasty
The evening is dark, the sound of rain is silent, and the clouds are freezing at the beginning of the night. At dawn, the steps are laid, and a cold light floats. The sky is misty across the river, with dim reflections and green bamboos. A multi-talented guest who chants catkins and goes to a higher level. Cooking tea, testing new waters, understanding the world, and traveling around things. Better than him, he sells gold to warm the tent and is affectionate. Look carefully at the dancing wind, drink and drink lightly all day long. In the drunken state, the beauty sings the song, dispelling the worries of the past and present.
Die Lianhua
Zhou Bangyan of the Song Dynasty
Looking for flowers under the leaves, spring is about to end. Fold the soft branches all over, and your hands will be full of true pearls. The old people are gone and the old place is empty. Flowers cause countless worries. But he leaned against the dry wall and blew catkins. The pink butterfly is passionate and flies up to the hairpin to live there. Ruo Qianlang's body is like a butterfly feather. When you are young, you are willing to throw people away.
Huanxisha
Song Ye Mengde
The time outside does not belong to spring. Let the scenery accompany the good times. Who cares if you are drunk? The catkins are still floating in the garden and it is snowing, and the pear blossoms are filled with dreamy clouds. The bamboo fence falls into the waterside gate.
Die Lianhua
Song Zhu Shuzhen
Thousands of willows hang down outside the building. If you want to stay young, the spring will go away if you don't live long enough. Catkins blowing in the wind alone. Follow the spring and see where you go. The green mountains and rivers smell of Du Yu. Just be ruthless, don't worry about people's suffering. Send the wine to Chunchun without saying a word. It was raining lightly at dusk.
Taichang Yin
Zhao Mengfu of the Yuan Dynasty
It clears and drizzles slightly. The mountains are pale and colorless. The willow catkins are flying, the tea stalks are blooming, and the green apricot branches are already bunched up. There are many people leaning against the railings, listening to the oriole's voice. Treasures are born in the dust, green is sold out and fragrance is reduced, and the sky is far away and the wild geese write late.
Yao Hua Man
Yuan Lingyun Han
I was deeply surprised and asked Teng Shen how much cold power he had. As round and as bright as jade, I always doubt it, and my eyes are full of pearls and jade. At the fifth watch of the book, I have already felt the cold light coming through. The shadows of fowls gradually became thinner on the waves, and there were no traces in the path. Someone is leaning against a dangerous building alone, looking at the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away. Po Xian's drinking place is so beautiful that it does not reduce the drunken guests. It is easy to comment that catkins and pear blossoms are not white. The painting hall has deep strings and square pipes, and the curtains are hung low.
Taichang Yin
Jin Yuan is good at asking questions
The official street is busy with willow catkins. The pommel horse brings good fortune. Shi Xing is even more crazy. If you can get drunk, spend the first few games. The city is full of peaches and plums, and a sprig of fragrant snow does not belong to a wealthy family. Wind and rain are not negotiable. Come and wash your makeup with Lihua.
Su Shi's "Die Lian" The flowers have faded to red, green and apricots are small. When the swallows fly, the green water is surrounded by people. There are few willow trees blowing on the branches, and there are no fragrant grasses anywhere in the world.
There is a swing in the wall, a road outside the wall, pedestrians outside the wall, and a beautiful woman in the wall smiling.
The laughter gradually disappears quietly, but the passionate one is annoyed by the ruthlessness.