Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Bai Juyi
The spring breeze swayed the willow branches in the wind, and the tender buds gave off a light yellow softer than silk.
Always in the west corner of Fengfang, never a day, whose willow is this?
Yang Liuzhi
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Wen
Royal willows are like silk, and phoenix windows embroider hibiscus.
There are thousands of roads beside Jingyang Building, and a new makeup is waiting for Xiaofeng.
Eye-catching, wicker is gentle
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Author: Wang Pei
There is a breeze in the wind, and the fans of smoke float into thousands of spring worries. Begonia has not been wet by the rain, pear blossoms are like snow, but it's a pity that spring is half over.
Now the past is hard to recall, and the soul in the dream walks around the boudoir building where you lived. Deep acacia is now only on the fragrant lilac branches and the beautiful nutmeg buds.
Fang Xin ku Yang Liuhui Tang
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Author: He Zhu
Liugui pond, Yuanyang from Pu. Lv Ping got up and broke the lotus boat road. No bees and butterflies yearn for fragrance.
Return to the light to welcome the tide, clouds bring rain. Yiyi seems to be talking to a poet. I refused to marry Feng Chun, but I was misunderstood by the autumn wind for no reason.
Yang huashi
Year: Qing Dynasty Author: Shu Wei
Wu Changcheng, a remnant of the Song Dynasty, is greeted by flying flowers.
In March, the spring water was too old, and the people of the Six Dynasties went silent.
Everyone came to argue about who I ordered to be thin and blew the neighbor's son Xu.
I live at the end of the world and can't bear to see the canal.
East gate of the sun
Year: Pre-Qin Author: Book of Songs
Dongmen poplar, whose leaves will faint for a while, has a brilliant star.
Dongmen Poplar, with lobar lung, fainted for a while, Xingming [1].
Words in the second rhyme of Shui Long Yin
Year: Song Author: Su Shi Style: Ci
Much like a flower, it seems that it is not a flower, and no one falls to the ground.
Throwing it on the side of the road seems heartless, but it is full of affection.
My heart hurts, my eyes are sleepy, and I want to open and close.
Dreams follow the wind in Wan Li, seeking lang and chasing warblers.
I don't hate this flower flying away. I hate the West Garden, which is difficult to compose.
Where are the traces of falling flowers after the rain in the morning? Drift into the pool and become a pool of duckweed.
If the spring scenery is divided into three parts, two of them become dust, and the other part disappears when it falls into the water.
Fine, it seems that it is not easy, it is a crystal tear.
Miscellaneous songs, breaking into the fifth place
You live under a lonely mountain, and the night smoke is long. Yuanmen is horizontal and green, and the garden is surrounded by weeping willows.
Five Topics of Pingchi in Yuexi Village, Huang Fu, Wang Wei
The spring pool is deep and wide, so you just wait for the canoe to come back. Lush green leaves close and weeping willows sweep away.
Liushangdeng Suoguo Temple Pavilion
It's nice to have a sunny day. Everyone looks after their home in the spring breeze. Along Yang Jiacheng Road, the guests thought of chasing Huayang.
Jiao Ran plays Yi Xue.
Monks never tire of wildness, and talented people are crazy. Where to sell Xing Jun, poplars in the spring breeze.
Juck Zhang's sentence
The cold forest bracts late oranges, and the wind catkins reveal weeping willows.
Liu Yuxi's Zaju Song "Yang Liuzhi"
Jinguyuan, orioles flying around, bronze camel wind. The peaches and plums in the east of the city are exhausted in an instant, and the struggle is like weeping willows indefinitely.
Wen Tingyun's Zaju Songs and Ci Yang Liuzhi
The brocade machine speaks English frequently, stopping to cry and remember people. Simon's March is still bleak, even if he hangs on the grass, he can't feel spring.
Zhang Jingzhong's Argument
The spring scenery in Wuyuan is old and late, and the weeping willows are not hung in February. That is, today's riverside ice opens, and it is the time when Chang' an flowers fall.
Wang Wei's play The Rock
The poor rock is near the spring, and there are weeping willows to brush the mirror. If the spring breeze doesn't understand, why do the flowers fall?