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In spring, by the beautiful lake, the willow trees stand gracefully, their slender leaves glowing with green light. From a distance, they look like a green tree. The gems are also like small eyes, watching everything around them.
The willow branches are not inferior, with low eyebrows and pleasing to the eye. They are lingering and lingering, like a graceful beauty, swinging her long hair.
p>A few swallows draw beautiful arcs in the air, whispering, as if dancing in the beautiful spring light.
Beside the lake, people are enjoying spring outings freely. It's not easy to be together in twos or threes, or with a few people. A scholar-like person is particularly eye-catching. He is He Zhizhang. He is thin and fair-skinned. He wears a bamboo hat, carries a bag on his back, and walks briskly. He saw it Who did he want to cut the silk wicker?
! It turned out to be cut by the spring breeze in February. The spring breeze in February was like a pair of magical scissors, cutting the willow leaves so beautifully~Motherland What a joyful spring~!
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In a colorful spring with clear skies, one afternoon, the Tang Dynasty poet He Zhizhang wanted to go to the countryside across the river. So he came to the river, got on a small boat, and set off. Come to the other side of the river. Pass through several farmhouses. The poet was immediately attracted by the willow trees by the river. This green willow tree looks like it is decorated with jasper. The long and thin wickers are like thousands of green ribbons hanging down. He Zhizhang looked at such a beautiful willow tree and wondered whose skillful hands cut it? He Zhizhang was walking around the willow tree and thinking. He felt the spring breeze blowing on his cheeks. At this time, he clapped his hands, ah! It turns out to be the spring breeze in February. The spring breeze in February is so warm, isn’t it a master of tailoring? She cut out such a beautiful willow tree like a pair of scissors!
Gradually it became dark, and it was time for the poet to go home. He reluctantly left the grassland shrouded in green silk ribbons. After returning home, the poet wrote this poem "Ode to the Willow":
The jasper is as high as a tree, and
ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.
I don’t know who cuts the thin leaves.
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
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He Zhizhang was a famous poet in the ancient Tang Dynasty. One February, he came to a place where there were many and beautiful willow trees. He walked to a lake, and there happened to be a tall willow tree by the lake. He Zhizhang looked up at the willow tree. The willow tree was covered with new green leaves, as if they were decorated with jasper. Looking from a distance, the willow tree looks like a graceful girl, and the countless branches hanging down from the willow tree are like the girl's hair. At this time, he thought: whose skillful hands cut these new green leaves? Suddenly a gust of spring breeze blew, and these countless branches swayed in the wind, just like the spring breeze girl washing and trimming the long hair of this slim girl, making her more beautiful and lovable. At this time, He Zhizhang sighed silently, wiped his beard with his right hand, looked at the willow tree and said: "It's so beautiful! Such a beautiful willow tree, I want to praise it with poems." Afterwards, He Zhizhang began to recite a poem: "Ode to the Willow" The jasper made up a tree as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. In the evening, He Zhizhang wrote the poem he recited today on paper, and then slowly refined it. Until now, this "Ode to the Willows" written by He Zhizhang, a famous poet in the ancient Tang Dynasty, has become a very famous ancient poem.