Write a poem about willow.

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. -He Zhangzhi's Lyrics of Willow/Willow Branches

Hearts also contain fresh rain overnight, green willows and a touch of spring smoke. -Wang Wei's "Seven Pastoral Music Six"

Willow branches are broken and flowers are flying. Will pedestrians come back? -Anonymous "Farewell Poem"

Chang 'an is a stranger to Infinite Tree, and only Yang Wan can leave. -Liu Yuxi's Nine Poems by Yang Liuzhi

The spring breeze swayed the willow branches in the wind, and the tender buds gave off a light yellow softer than silk. -Bai Juyi's Yang Liuzhi Ci

Willow green hangs down to the ground, and flowers are long and sultry. -Anonymous "Farewell Poem"

Green plums are like beans and eyebrows, and butterflies fly every day. -Ouyang Xiu's "Ruan Langgui, Nanyuan Spring Half-Day Tour"

The spring scenery in Wuyuan is old and late, and the weeping willows are not hung in February. -Zhang Jingzhong's "Debate"

Light rain and fine wind, in the smoke of Wanjiayangliuqing. -Zhu Fu's "The fisherman is proud, the rain is fine and the wind is fine"

Willow trees in the west city make spring soft. Stay away from troubles. Tears can't be collected. -Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi Xicheng Liu Yang Strong Alcohol Meat"

There is a breeze in the wind, and the fans of smoke float into thousands of spring worries. -Wang Wei's "Eyes are Delicate and Willow is Soft"

The willows on the ferry are green. Branches, leaves, leaves, feelings. -Yan Dao Ji's "Qing Ping Le, Can't Stay"

Plum blossoms in the moonlight exude a strong fragrance, and the silver branches of willow branches look dry. -Cao Xueqin's "Xiang Ling Yong Yue, Part II"

Liu Yin is straight and smoky. -Zhou Bangyan's "Heroes Lan Ling Liu"

Willow hangs by the river and plum blossoms are in the snow. -Yan Dao Ji's "Linjiang Xian, Wandering Outside"

Remember the other one, Taohua and Liuwansi. -Nalan Xingde's "Bodhisattva Man, Drinking in the New Cold, Knocking on the Window Rain"

Swallows fly, green water people go around. Small catkins are blowing on the branches -Su Shi's Spring Scene in Hua Lian.

Silk and willow rain. Spring is in the place of dreams. -Jie Jiang's Yu Meiren Bookstore

Phoenix withers and willows are sad, and yellow flowers laugh deeply. -Yan's "Partridge Day, Nine Days of Sad Autumn"

The pond is full of brilliant wild flowers, emitting bursts of fragrance; Golden willows are blowing gently in the wind of spring rain. -Anonymous "Bodhisattva Man Rain Back to the Pond"