Ancient poems expressing homesickness with the image of willow

Meng Jiao's "Blowing Songs and Folding Willows"

Willow has many short branches, and many short branches leave.

The ceremony is far and tired, and the soft strips hang down.

Youth has certain festivals, but there is no time for parting.

But don't worry about people and don't complain about being late.

Mo Yan has short branches with Sauvignon Blanc in them.

Joe Zhi Zhi's "Blowing Songs and Breaking Willows"

If you pity the willow in spring, you will miss it if you climb.

My ability rises and falls with this. Why should you stay alone for a long time?

Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"

Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.

In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.

Du Mu's Lonely Willow

A cigarette willow shakes the wind for a long time.

The beauty could not bear to fold and looked back at her hand.

Chen Guang's Chang 'an Liu Xin

At the beginning of nine strange clouds, yellow willows are new.

The sky is different from the garden, and spring comes first.

The color is light and slightly dew, and the silk is light but not dusty.

I want to break one and go back to this morning.

Homesick poems related to willow trees

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Tang hanhe

The wind and rain are not self-sustaining, and the whole body is unable to hang down to people.

Jade fiber is folded, like the hand of Guanyin.

Tiliu

Tang Lizhong

Folding away from the pavilion, the spring is full of hands. Flowers are not gorgeous, but soft and affectionate.

The moon clips the river, and the wind shakes the wild warbler. Suidi March dusk, flying catkins want to vertical and horizontal.

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Tangliqiao

Liu Yang is full of gloom, and the golden land is always green. Flowers are like snow in front of the courtyard, and leaves are like clouds between the buildings.

The column is divided into Dragon Shadow and Fangchi writes Phoenix. How to play the flute? It's like thinking about you.

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Don

In the graceful little garden, there is a graceful Quchi East. The fairy clothes are full of wind when she hangs down to the ground.

Seven sages are better at bamboo, and three products are pine. Heartbroken spirit and temple, the first royal jade seat is empty.

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Tangfanggan

The swaying posture makes the wind blow, and the embankment is softer than silk. You'll know when you're strong, but it's hard to persist when you're weak.

Learn to dance branches and turn sleeves to make up Ye Mei. How to climb, bosom friend and poetry.

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Tang hanhe

A cage of golden thread bends the bridge, and several children hurt their backs.

But the spirit and standard are there, and spring is still long.

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Don

The green belt in willow songs moved away from the Golden Temple and planted in Lv Yun.

Shang Yang's maid-in-waiting made a noise and then came back to dance with her waist.

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Don

The snow in Jiangnan and Jiangbei began to disappear and the desert was pale yellow.

Ba 'an has climbed the guest's hand, and Chu Palace has danced first.

Qingming brings rain to the official road, and the night wind blows the wild bridge.

If the thread is like silk, it is hatred, and Wang Sungui has a long way to go.

Look at the new willow in Linchuan

Sugar crisp rice

I haven't seen Jiangtou for three or four days, and Liu Laojin is near the bridge.

The south bank of the bank crosses the north, and it is filled with rain and smoke.

The place where my hometown leads my dreams is twice as prosperous and declining as other countries.

The grass in Tingzhou is all the same color, and everyone knows how to kill it.