The word "willow" has appeared as early as the "Book of Songs", my country's first collection of poems written in the pre-Qin period. So what are the poems about willow trees? Let’s take a look below.
1. The chaotic strips have not yet turned yellow, and they become wild when relying on the east wind. ——Zeng Gong's "Ode to the Willow"
Interpretation: The messy willow branches have not yet turned yellow, twisting and dancing wildly in the east wind.
2. The willow branches spread across the silver pond hundreds of feet, and they are not dark green, only light yellow. ——Yang Wanli's "New Willow"
Interpretation: The hundred-foot-long willow tree brushes across the shining silver pond. The color of the willow is not yet dark green, but just a light yellow.
3. I once danced in the east wind and enjoyed the spring garden in the heart-breaking sky. ——Li Shangyin's "Willow"
Interpretation: Chasing the east wind is like a dancer dancing at a banquet. It was a spring day with blooming flowers, and people were playing in Leyouyuan.
4. The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. ——He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willow"
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Interpretation: The tall willow tree is covered with green new leaves, and the gentle willow branches hang down Come down, like ten thousand green ribbons fluttering gently.
5. There are apricot blossoms in the light smoke at dawn, and the deep green is condensed on the flat sand in the evening. ——Kou Zhun's "Willow"
Interpretation: The apricot blossoms are looming in the thin willow silk like blue smoke, and the dewdrops at night gently brush away the dust of the dark green willow leaves.
6. The willow trees are straight, and the smoke is tinged with blue. On the Sui Embankment, I have seen it several times, and the water is floating in the water to see people off. ——Zhou Bangyan's "Lanling King Willow"
Explanation: The willow shade falls straight down at noon, and in the mist, the silky willow branches sway in the wind. On the ancient Sui embankment, I have seen catkins flying many times, sending people away in a hurry.
This is the introduction to the related inner spaces of poems about willow trees.