Yong Willow by He Zhizhang
The jasper is made up to a tree height, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Collection of "Poems of a Hundred Willows" by Li Qing
The poem "Smoky Willows" says: "The green poems are floating in the faint light, half exposed on the waist of the tree, and the shadows are staggered, lightly wiping the light to confuse the dawn. Color, I don’t know where it is called oriole.”
The poem "Spring Willow" says: "The golden powder is half pinned and the silk is getting longer, and the half posture is like that of Wang Lang. The purple ginseng and red are in the spring, and the noon breeze often carries hundreds of flowers. "Xia Liu" said: "Hunting in the wild pond of Fengpu, the farm's yin lightly protects the shy sun, the day is long enough to sleep for three days, and the night is cool to listen to the noise of cicadas.
The poem "Pond Willow" says: "The spring grass has clear ripples and fine lines, a few diagonal branches are green, the ground is dug into the ground to steal a piece of sky, and the weeping willows reflect the blue clouds."
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