1. A lonely tree
Standing in solitude, occasionally listening to gossip, facing the endless flow of traffic, it reminds me of the past, the lush green mountains, overlapping valleys, and the fragrance of orchids. The painful life that has been tossing and turning several times has sprouted buds on the scars. Standing in a strange place and watching the loneliness. The cut roots are shouting in the soil.
2. Poems describing trees, willows scattered in the breeze, green hills I don't care. ——Wei Yingwu, "Eastern Suburbs" Xianmen faces the mountain road, and Shenliu Reading Hall. ——Liu? Xu "Que Ti" The tall pines and outstanding trees accompany me to the end of the world. ——Li Shangyin's "High Pine"
3. In the song of breaking willows, green strips are obtained, and the green sky is planted in the golden palace. The palace maid from Shangyang sent her off with a voice, but she was not angry and returned to dancing with her thin waist. ——Han Cong's "Willow"
4. The jasper is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. ——He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willows"
5. The willows are dense and lush, and the golden embankment has a green atmosphere. The flowers in front of the courtyard are like snow, and the leaves between the buildings are like clouds. The columns are divided into dragon shadows, and the Fangchi is written with phoenix characters. How can I play the short flute? Climbing and folding is to miss the king.
——Li Qiao's "Liu"