Tang Bai Juyi
A green tree is sad, it has been separated from hatred by several people.
Send more farewells near the Doumen, and fold the strip in half to reduce the spring breeze.
Suzhou willow tree
Tang Bai Juyi
Jinguyuan is graceful and graceful, and Qujiang Pavilion is swaying.
Old people parade everywhere, unlike Suzhou, where there are the most willows.
Floccules on baldness touch your face, leaving you helpless in spring.
Chang 'an Liu Xin
Don
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.
Willow beside the water in May
Tang cuihu
The roots are elegant and the shadows are shallow. Sleeping face is cold and stretching is softer.
The empty column is heavy and the water is scattered. Like a drunken scene, like a moon dew.
A long fish is surprised by mistake, but a weak bird is surprised. Don't be sentimental for a long time, including climbing mountains in spring.
willow
Sugar crisp rice
When the wind slows down, when the smoke blows water. If you annoy the general, you will be tied to a short branch.
Zhang Lang's bones are soft and thin, and her waist is light and hungry. My hometown has not returned, and my heart hurts.
Liu Xin
Sugar crisp rice
Ruthless and soft, I was urged by the spring, as if I could not stand the wind and leaned against the ancient platform.
What do you hate in the past and present? The color of the fishing ditch comes to the DPRK.
Willow trees on the bank
Don Dai Shulun
The weeping willows are full of silk, and spring comes to weave parting. Pedestrians climb high, when my concubine heartbroken.
Fudechang Liu Ting
Don Dai Shulun
The pavilion is full of water. The rain grinds the gold thread thin and the smoke soft.
Seeing the guests off adds new hatred, and listening to the songbirds reminisce about the past. Give more and take more, and you will get late autumn.
Tiliu
Tang dihuan
The south is far from the north, and the shadow dances here. Emerald color can't be folded, leave more feelings.
Caged on the shore after the rain, smoke on the Suihe River. It has its own good name, followed by Qin Song.
Liu Du
Dondum
A cigarette willow shakes the wind for a long time.
The beauty could not bear to fold and looked back at her hand.
Liu jueju
Dondum
A group of trees are newly opened, and they are fascinated by the amorous feelings of spring.
Fan Chuan, the old country hates her, half built the village bridge and half blew the stream.
Liu Xin
Dondum
The wind can't shake, the color is new, and the waist is envious.
The shade didn't cover the long dike water, and the golden spike greeted Yuan Chun first.
A few sad roads, a branch, the rain sees the dust.
More is the departure outside the east gate, fearing to kill the opposite person.
Yugouliu
Don Du Xunhe
In spring, from Dharma to Yugou, there is a new face beside the ditch. The cage passed through the forbidden water and gently blew to North Korea.
The sun is near, the sun is early, and the sky is low. Gu Ying's habitat is unstable, so it is difficult for maids to draw.
Chu shook the waves in the air, and the Sui dike darkened the dust. How to get to the imperial city, you must first cover the golden dragon.
willow
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.
willow
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.
Two poems about willow trees
Tang guyun
Dewdrops and smoke hung everywhere, and the yellow and green were uneven.
There is no wind floating in the long beach, and the wide stranger begins to pity the sun.
Draw a feast and steal a dance, and learn to frown in the dressing cabinet.
Stay in the pavilion, don't let go of the spring dusk, and fold a thousand branches.
Idle flowers and weeds are always innovative, and their eyebrows are wrinkled and their stems are uneven.
Begging for the strength of the east wind will not waste a spring.