Poetry describing catkins?

catkins

Tang Bai Juyi

March is full of daylight, and it is more reluctant to say goodbye to the spring and the old.

don't let go of the spring breeze because of the warbler.

catkins

Tang Lizhong

Every February evening, there are scattered flying flowers.

after the rain and the breeze, thousands of families float wildly.

catkins

Tang Liu Yuxi

Wandering from the south to the east, it's lonely and dark.

The flower lane is warm and dancing butterflies lightly, and the jade building is clear and beautiful.

I am haunted by Xie Nv's poems and pens, embellishing Tao Gong's wine towel.

where the wind is like snow, the Sui River bank is on the ancient Jiangjin River.

catkins

Tang Luoye

Everywhere, the east wind flutters in the evening sun, and the powder falls lightly without fragrance.

I hate the Sui Dyke, and I once provoked the dragon boat to dance with the phoenix.

catkin chanting

Tang Sunfu

Every March, it is melodious everywhere.

when the rain is too muddy, the wind is crazy.

it's no harm to cover the water swallow if the bees enter the flower.

Bitterness adds to thinking, and the road to youth is long.

catkin

Tang Xuetao

In February, the young flowers are light and faint, and the spring breeze is swaying.

his family is heartless, flying south and north.

catkins

Tang Yangning

There are many willows along the river, and the pursuit is all narrow and oblique.

As soon as the spring breeze returns, it rushes into Mochow's house.

catkin

Tang Yongyu's

No wind, but it's still full.

the edge canal is like snow, so it is not close to the temples.

catkins

Mrs. Tang Zhang

The fragrance of spring is fragrant, and the snow is covered with green stripes.

or dancing with flowers, not drifting with the wind.

Over-honored floating green, fluttering and embellishing with red gauze.

then play with worry, but don't talk to yourself in spring.

blowing catkins/partridge

Song Hezhu

Moon marks arrive in the west wing as scheduled. I once admired the flowers brushing the short wall.

when you don't know your worries at first, you have to cry. Every suspicious dream is fragrant.

when a song is curled up, the eyebrows are at first, and when the wine is half drunk, the eyes are even crazier.

Lounging on the embroidered curtain and blowing catkins, ask who seems to be a good friend.