Year: Tang Author: He
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.
Liu Xin
Year: Song Author: Yang Wanli
Wicker brushed a hundred feet of silver pond. It was dark green with only light yellow.
Wicker can not be dipped in water, but the willow shadow in the water guides him to grow.
willow
Year: Song Author: Kou Zhun
In the morning, there are light smoke apricot flowers, and at night, it condenses and blows flat sand.
There is a romantic place in the long street, which closely reflects the Su family in Qiantang.
The Willow
Year: Song Author:
Chaos is not yet yellow, leaning against the east wind.
I wonder if there is frost in heaven and earth.
Willow
Year: Tang Author: Wen
There are thousands of willows, and it is difficult to blow the golden ears of smoke.
The fragrance rises with the quiet and graceful singing, and the shadow follows the graceful dance sleeves.
Qiang tube where there is a song, the highest branch of the warbler.
Thousands of strange flowers are like snow, flying over the palace wall and knowing each other.