He zhangzhi
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
willow
Ceng Gong
Chaos is not yet yellow, leaning against the east wind.
I wonder if there is frost in heaven and earth.
Two poems about willow trees
Gu yun
Dewdrops and smoke hung everywhere, and the yellow and green were uneven. There is no wind floating on the long embankment.
At the beginning of the vast stranger, the sun shines. Draw a feast and steal a dance, and learn to frown in the dressing cabinet.
Stay in the pavilion, don't let go of the spring dusk, and fold a thousand branches.
Idle flowers and weeds are always innovative, and their eyebrows are wrinkled and their stems are uneven.
Begging for the strength of the east wind will not waste a spring.