1. The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. ——"Ode to the Willow" by He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty 2. The white poplars are full of sorrow and wind, and Xiao Xiao is worried about killing people. ——Han·Anonymous "Nineteen Ancient Poems·Go and catch the sun that has faded" 3. The young woman in the boudoir knows no worries, and goes up to the green building with makeup on the spring day. Suddenly I saw the color of willows on the street, and I regretted teaching my husband to look for a title. ——Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty, "Girlfriend's Grudge" 4. The plum blossoms in the waiting hall are withered, and the willows on the stream bridges are thin. The grass is fragrant and the wind is warm, shaking the bridle. The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance continues like spring water.
The soft intestines are filled with pink tears. Don't lean against dangerous railings if the building is high. Pingwu is full of spring mountains, and travelers are outside the spring mountains.
——Ouyang Xiu's "Treading on the Shasha" 5. How deep is the courtyard? The willows are piled with smoke, and the curtains are countless. The jade carving saddle is at the place where you can see the Zhangtai Road.
The rain is blowing and the wind is blowing at the end of March. The door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring. Tears asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing.
——Ouyang Xiu's "Butterfly Loves Flowers" 6. A trace of willow and a thousand traces of hatred, one-third of spring beauty and two-part rest. ——Xue Angfu, Yuan Dynasty, "The Highest Building" 7. The weak Liu Congfeng doubtfully raised his arms. ——Liu Yuxi's "Recalling Jiangnan" 8. The willows are colored every year, and the Baling Mausoleum is sad to say goodbye. ——"Recalling Qin'e" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty 9. The willows are like silk, during the spring rain at Yiqiao. ——Wen Tingyun's "Bodhisattva Man" 10. The willows at the crossing are green, and the branches and leaves are alienated. ——Yan Jidao's "Qing Ping Le" 11. Looking closely, it is not poplar flowers, but the tears of separation. ——Su Shi's "Water Dragon Song" 12. A stream of smoke and willows is hanging down, but there is no reason why the orchid boat can live there. Zhou Zizhi's "Traveling on the Shasha" 13. The sound of someone's jade flute spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City. Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown.
——Li Bai's "Listening to the Flute on a Spring Night in Luocheng"
14. The willow spring at the head of the Yangtze River, the Yang Hua Chou kills the people crossing the river. Several bagpipes left the pavilion at night, you went to Xiaoxiang and I went to Qin. ——Zheng Gu's "Farewell to Friends on the Huai River"
15. The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I hear the singing of people stepping on the Langjiang River. ——Liu Yuxi's "Bamboo Branch Poetry" 16. The best thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital. ——Han Yu's "Early Spring Presentation to Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water" 17. The wind blows the willow flowers all over the shop, and Wu Ji presses wine to persuade guests to taste it. The disciples of Jinling came to see each other off, and everyone drank wine if they wanted to do it or not. I would like to ask you, Dongliu Shui, who do you want to compare with? ——Li Bai's "Jinling Wine Shop Farewell" 18. The spring breeze outside the city blows the wine flag, and pedestrians wave their arms at sunset. There are countless trees on the streets of Chang'an, only separated by weeping poplar tubes. ——Liu Yuxi. "Willow Branches" of the Tang Dynasty 19. The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky, and the willows brush the embankments and are drunk by the spring smoke. The children came back early from school and were busy taking advantage of the east wind to fly kites. ——Gao Ding's "Village Residence" 20. Where will you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls. ——Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell" 21. The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guest houses are green and the willows are new. I advise you to drink a glass of wine. There is no old friend when you leave Yangguan in the west.
——Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi"