1. Verses about soft willows
Verses about soft willows 1. Poems about willows
Qingmen Liu Tang Bai Juyi Qingqing tree looks sad, I have been involved in the separation and hatred of several people.
In order to say goodbye to many people near the capital, the long strips are folded to reduce the spring breeze. New Willows in Chang'an by Chen Guang of the Tang Dynasty The clouds in Jiumo are beginning to rise, and the willows in Huangqu are already new.
Different Tianyuan scenery, first get the sun and spring. The color is light and slightly revealing, and the silk is light and not dusty.
One branch is about to be broken, and it’s time to return home in the morning. Seeing New Willows in Linchuan by Tang Cui Ou I haven't seen the river head for three or four days, but the old willows and golden threads beside the bridge.
From the south bank to the north, the branches are covered with rain and smoke. Wherever my hometown holds my dreams, I see the prosperity and decline of other countries.
The color of the grass in Tingzhou is also like this. I am worried that no one will know how far away I am. Liu Tang Cui Ou The wind is slow and the sun is late, dragging smoke across the water.
Provoke the hatred of thousands of generals and tie them to short and long branches. The bones are soft and the man is thin, the waist is light and the woman is hungry.
It is heartbreaking to think that I have not returned to my hometown. Title Liu Dihuan of Tang Dynasty The shadows are whirling here between the south and the north.
There is no end to the green color, but there is more to it than love. The rain lingers on the bank of Ba, and the mist covers the Sui River.
He has a good reputation, can Qin Song succeed him? Xinliu by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty. Unable to shake the wind, the color is new at dawn, and the thin waist is often jealous.
The green shade has not covered the water of the long embankment, and the golden ears are the first to welcome the spring in the garden. A few sad memories of the long journey, a branch and the rain send the dust off.
There are many farewells outside the east gate, and people are worried about killing people day and night. Liuquatrains by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty Several trees have newly bloomed and their green shadows are in full bloom, leaning against the wind and being fascinated by the spring.
I hate my hometown Fanchuan, half covering the village bridge and half brushing the stream. Liu Tang Fangqian is swaying in the wind, and is softer than silk near the embankment.
Who knows if you have a strong attitude? If you are weak, it will be difficult to maintain it. Learn to dance with branches, turn your sleeves, and spread your eyebrows with makeup leaves.
How to climb and break, Huaiyou wrote poems again. Liu Tang Han Xie A cage of gold thread brushed against the curved bridge, and the waist was almost damaged by children.
Unfortunately, Linghe Biaoge is still there, but the spring is still long. Liu Han Cong of the Tang Dynasty. I broke the willow tree and got green strips in the song, and moved it far away to the golden palace to plant the green sky.
The Shangyang palace maid said goodbye with a voice, but she was not angry and returned to dancing with her thin waist. Liu Tang Han Gai The snow is gone and the shadows on the green gate are faint, and the warm wind returns late and early in the morning.
If you want to rely on thin leaves to retain the spring color, you must tie the long strips with Luohui. Peng Ze was sentimental and depressed, but Sui Di had no one to rely on.
This is the kind of thing that is spared when it comes to anger in the world, but it is rare for passers-by to give away gifts. Ode to the Willows by Han Xie of the Tang Dynasty The rain and the wind are uncontrollable, and the whole body is weak and hangs down to others.
The jade fiber is broken and given to each other from afar, just like when it is in the hands of Guanyin. Ode to the Willow by He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty The jasper tree is as tall 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. Liu Tang Li Qiao The willows are dense and dense, and the golden embankment has a green atmosphere.
The flowers in front of the courtyard are like snow, and the leaves between the buildings are like clouds. The columns are divided into dragon shadows, and the Fangchi is written with phoenix characters.
Why is the short flute played? Climbing and folding is to miss the king. Weeping Willows by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty In the small garden of Pingting, there is a graceful and graceful place in the east of the pond.
The court robes all hang down to the ground, and the fairy clothes are full of wind. The Seven Sages would rather occupy the Bamboo, and the Third Rank would prefer the Pine.
Heartbroken Linghe Hall, the late emperor’s jade throne is empty. Liu Tang Li Shangyin The snow in the south and north of the Yangtze River has just disappeared, and the desert is light and yellow, stirring up tender strips.
Ba'an has already climbed up to the guest's hand, and Chu Palace is the first to ride on the waist of the dancing concubine. It rains on the official road during the Qingming Festival, and the wind blows on the wild bridge in the evening.
Like a thread, it is like a thread that leads to hatred, and the way back for the king and his grandson is far away. Li Shangyin of Liu Tang Dynasty once danced in the east wind and enjoyed the spring garden in the heart-broken sky.
How can I be willing to arrive on a clear autumn day, with the setting sun and cicadas already there? Inscription on the Willow by Li Zhong of the Tang Dynasty Turning towards the edge of the pavilion, the spring light fills your hands.
How beautiful are the flowers, their softness comes from their sentimentality. The moon is caged in the stream between the banks, and the wind shakes the wild orioles.
At dusk of March in Sui Dynasty, the catkins are flying freely. Liu Tang Luo Yin A cluster of green smoke locks the jade tower, half hanging down the wall and half hanging down the ditch.
There will be new news next year, and the spring breeze will continue to cause chaos. Liu Tang Muyou In ancient and modern times, with a gift from you, you will be reborn after many times of failure.
Five trees are leaning against Yuanming's house, and thousands of trees are hanging down at Taiwei's camp. The emeralds are hidden in the smoke near the water, and the orioles are nestled in the wind and rain.
In the Sui Dynasty, the embankment was surrounded by the sound of singing and playing. Pei Liu of Tang Dynasty said: "The whisk is high when the building is in danger and the dust is low, how often the Ba Bridge climbs and folds."
Thinking is like a heartless tree. It doesn’t know how to welcome people but only gives them away. Ode to Willows by Wu Rong of the Tang Dynasty He and the orioles are the ground, and he does not teach flowers to be matchmakers.
The fineness is the same as the rain, but the lightness only loves the style. It's good to brush the brocade steps, but don't cover the bronze sparrow platform.
There are thousands of trees in Baling, and I will leave at dusk. Liu Tang Xu Wei The gold bar in the desert has a slight lead, and it is green every year to announce the return of spring.
Release the cage and let the flying mist extend the fragrant scenery, instead of chasing away the scattered flowers and floating sunset. The chirping birds and the noisy cicadas are depressing, while the dancing smoke shakes the water.
After the Tao family became famous after the five plants were planted, it was rare to see those who were proud of their cultivation. Ode to the Willows by Xue Feng of the Tang Dynasty The weak plant is frightened and hurts itself due to the wind, and I turn over my thoughts in the dusk with melodious thoughts.
Once upon a time, the purple road floated along the high and low roads, and I dared to brush against the red lanterns to compete with each other. The lingering jade flies and dances, and flutters into the pond like snow and frost.
Mo Lingqi Road has many twists and turns, and gradually it’s time to reach the painting hall in the shade. Willows in the Courtyard, Yao Department of the Tang Dynasty. The willows and poplar branches are curled up, and the hanging branches are hanging down.
Jiaoyin is always secret and can be divided into separate sections. Because dependence seems to be forever, holding on to the knot makes separation even more painful.
Love this spring scenery, don’t let the autumn wind blow suddenly. Liu Tang Zhangxu The cigarette sticks are hanging on the ground, and spring thoughts are forming beside the buildings beside the city.
Please take a closer look at Feng Liuyi, before she loses her spirit and is in the palace. Liu Zhenggu, Tang Dynasty Half smoke and half rain beside the river bridge, the apricots reflect the Taoshan road.
You will be able to leave people without any intention, and thousands of threads will stir up the spring breeze. Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.
The jaspers are arranged in a high bunch, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cuts the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. I hear the broken willows in this nocturne. Who can’t forget the love of my hometown?
The willows are green and hanging on the ground, and the poplar flowers are flying in the sky. When all the willow branches are broken and the flowers fly away, I ask passers-by whether they are returning home.
Xinghua Village The spring breeze blows in the willows in February, stirring up a lot of sadness in my heart. I know that this sorrow will happen every year, but we still meet after the storm.
Xinghua wine in Xinghua Village, the sound of wind and rain in Fengyu Tower. I didn't see the swan geese delivering the letter, but I saw the beautiful woman's tears flowing down her face.
Catkins Flying Song When will this lingering love end? It affects thousands of miles of clouds in the sky. There were originally two flying swallows in the clouds, but now they are all dreaming of people.
Where to find Yingxue? Floating willow catkins offer sacrifices to the soul. After the sacrifice, it's another spring for the soul, but the green skirt is still missing.
Zuo Gong Liu How many lives have passed through the storm? How much generosity is no longer there? How many feats are a dream? How much does a glass of wine cost? Now I make a thousand wishes and sprinkle them on the everlasting willow trees in the long river. I don’t want to miss you forever, but I hope to stay with you forever.
Slow Voice·Spring Dawn on Su Di The night is vast, there are few people on the road, and the bright moon is like a mirror. Only one person broke up and said goodbye to each other in tears.
A breeze blows, and the willow tops flutter in the wind. The tears are not dry, the person has passed away, but the song has not been finished yet.
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2. Words to describe soft willows
Zhangtai willows are strong and unyielding, weeping willows are yielding, willows are golden, weeping willows are velvety, and catkins are like cotton willows spitting out green beads
Willow spits out Green beads, catkins are like cotton, weeping willows are like cotton, willows are like willows
Weeping willows are like willows, weeping gold is strong and unyielding, perseverance, and there are thousands of styles. Weeping willows are fluffy and velvety, like cotton. Willows are spitting out green pearls. Flowers are bright, willows are dark, and willows are covered with flowers.
p>The weeping willows are graceful, straight, flexible and versatile. The weeping willows are fluffy and the catkins are like cotton willows spitting out green beads. The vast expanse is barren of grass. The bluestones are jagged and graceful. There are thousands of kinds of weeping willows. The fluffy willows are like cotton willows spitting out green beads. Willows and golden willows look like mountains from a distance, and rivers look like rivers from afar. Flowers are resurrected from the dead, but flowers are planted unintentionally. Willows are planted unintentionally. Willows sprout green beads and catkins are like cotton. The weeping willows are dependent on the willows. Willows are weeping gold. Weeping willows are fluffy and have catkins like cotton. They are strong and unyielding, perseverance, and charming in all kinds of styles. Thousands of kinds of weeping willows, fluffy and velvety, like cotton willows spitting out green beads
Thousands of kinds of weeping willows, fluffy and velvety, like cotton willows spitting out green beads Willows are green, Zhuhai, Yanhe, Qinghe, Qinghai, Yanhe, mountain belt, weeping willows, willows and golden willows, look like mountains from a distance, look like Sichuan from afar, they are lined with green trees, delicate, green, handsome, tall, straight, vigorous, full of vitality, proud, standing upright, verdant and dripping with shadows of trees
Lush and lush, covering the sky and the sun, the branches and leaves are flourishing, like willows, the flowers are bright, the willows are dark, the willows are dark, the flowers cover the platform, the willows are graceful and charming.
3. Poems about "willow"
Willow, graceful and swaying, has been favored by literati of all ages and is often used as an object of lyrical expression. There are countless masterpieces of poems about willows in Tang poetry. Among them, He Zhizhang's poem "Ode to the Willow" is the most famous:
The jasper is as tall 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.
The poem goes against the previous writing method of using the image of willow to describe the slender figure of the beauty. Instead, the willow appears as the beauty "jasper", and uses personification to vividly depict the long and draping branches of the willow. , the charming posture of the new green leaves blowing in the spring breeze.
Among the poets of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shangyin was the one who had the most affection for Liu. In his collection of poems, there are as many as a dozen poems with the title "Liu". The poem "Giving Willows" describes the grace of spring willows:
Zhangtai is hidden, and Ying Road is even more uneven.
Seeing that she is extremely romantic, come and be graceful.
The bridge is about to break, and the embankment is far away.
Forbearance blooms like snow, and the brothel flutters the wine flag.
"Shadow" and "Jagged" describe the lush scene of willows with bright or dark colors and soft hanging strips, "romantic" and "graceful" describe the lightness of willows, and "snow" expresses the willows flying like spring willows. The prosperity is written to the extreme.
And "Willow" is about the willow in autumn:
I once danced in the east wind and danced in the spring garden, enjoying the heart-breaking sky.
How can I be willing to arrive on a clear autumn day, with the setting sun and cicadas already there?
It writes about autumn willows and compares them with spring willows. The prosperity of the willows in spring reflects the withering of willows in autumn; the more prosperous and proud the spring is, the more it shows the withering and haggardness of willows in autumn.
They both chant willows, but the poet shows completely different emotions: writing about spring willows highlights his joy and love for the prosperity of spring willows; writing about autumn willows expresses the poet's affection for autumn willows. The lament of sparse decline.
Yong Liu is often used as a poem in Tang poetry. Luo Yin's "Liu" uses the metaphorical technique and uses the image of spring willows to describe the farewell scene outside Chang'an City and on the bank of Ba River on a sunny day in late spring:
Ba Anqing came to say goodbye and cuddled together. Relying on each other is like spring.
The flying catkins in my own house are still uncertain, and I am stumbling over passers-by by arguing with them.
In farewell poems, poets usually break willows to express farewell. For example, Dai Shulun's "Willows on the Embankment":
Tens of thousands of weeping willow threads weave farewell in spring.
The place where pedestrians climb and break is when the concubine breaks her heart.
Shi Jianwu's "Breaking Willows":
It's sad to see the spring willows on the roadside, each layer is broken and the other is broken.
This year, I will stay where I was last year, and I won’t say goodbye to others last year.
Yong Yuzhi's "Willows by the River" is unique and innovative:
On the edge of the ancient embankment, there is a green tree smoke.
If the silk is not continuous, keep the tielang boat.
Not only did the heroine in the poem not break off the willows to say goodbye, but she hoped that the willow silk would remain uninterrupted so that she could tie her lover's boat and never be separated.
In addition, Bai Juyi's "Old Willow in the West of Qinzheng Building" outlines a picture of "a horse standing in the wind" in simple strokes, which is also the poet's self-portrait:
Half-decayed tree facing the wind , a passionate and immediate person.
A willow tree in Kaiyuan, spring of the second year of Changqing.
And Tang Yanqian's poem "Weeping Willow" has a different meaning:
There is no love in the spring breeze, who dares to fight against lightness in the world.
The king of Chu planted seeds on the banks of the river for no reason, and his slim waist was damaged by starvation and he was unable to learn.
This poem not only describes the gracefulness and tenderness of the weeping willows, but also reminds us of the story of King Chu Ling who "loved a thin waist, and many of his maids starved to death". He and the feudal bureaucracy group headed by him are sharp in tenderness and sharp in implicit, which can be called a masterpiece of "Yong Liu" poem.