The complete collection of poems and ancient poems by Liu Shu is as follows:
A stream of smoke and willow hangs down, and there is no reason to live in Lanzhou. -Zhou Zizhi's "Walking on the Sand"; Weak willows are suspicious of the wind. -Liu Yuxi's "Recalling Jiangnan"; How deep is the courtyard? The willows pile up smoke, and the curtain has no weight. Yule carving saddle swims in the smelting place, and the building is not high enough to see Zhangtai Road. The rain and the wind are crazy in March, and the door is closed at dusk, so there is no plan to stay in spring. Tears asked the flowers to be silent, and the red flew over the swing. -Ouyang Xiu's "Die Lian Hua"; The fragrant path is densely shaded into a flower hole, and the willow knot is heavy with smoke. -Li He's "Introduction to Spring"
When the spring is over, you can't stay, so you can go with the wind. -Liu Yuxi's Nine Yang Liuzhi Rivers; The willow green river wide and flat, heard the singing of the song of the river. -Liu Yuxi's Zhuzhi Ci; A young woman in the boudoir, never to grieve; Spring carefully dressed, alone boarded chui Lou. Suddenly I saw the willow color in the stranger's head and regretted teaching my husband to find a seal. -Wang Changling's always in my heart; Who knows where I am when I sober tonight? Fear is only the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the waning of the waning of the waning moon. -Liu Yong's "Yu Lin Ling"; There are many poplars in hentai, and rustling worries about killing people. -Anonymous's Nineteen Ancient Poems
a wind, bringing willow-cotton, sweetens the shop and Wu Ji urged the guests to taste the wine. With my comrades of the city who are here to see me off, and as each of them drains his cup, I say to him in parting. Oh, go and ask this river running to the east, if it can travel farther than a friend's love!? -Li Bai's parting at a Wine-Shop in Nanjing; The grass grows and the warbler flies in February, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. Children come back early from school, so they are busy flying kites in the east wind. -Gao Ding's "Village Residence";
when the pavilion is full of plum blossoms, the willow on the bridge is thin. The grass is warm and swaying. Sorrow is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water. Inch by inch, my heart is tender, and my eyes are full of tears. The height of the building is not near the dangerous fence. Spring mountain is everywhere in Pingwu, and pedestrians are even outside it. -Ouyang Xiu's "Walking on the Sha"; This is the most beautiful season of the year, far more than the late spring of green willows. -Han Yu's "Early Spring Showing the Eighteen Members of the Ministry of Water" Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. I advise you to have a glass of wine, and there is no reason to go out of Yangguan.
willows are like silk, and the post bridge is in the spring rain. -Wen Tingyun's Bodhisattva Man; A trace of willow thousand silk hate, three points spring scenery two points Hugh. -Xue Anfu's "The Highest Building"; Even that without the beautiful colors of the fickle and elm, not to be lonely, the wind dance, into the flying snowflakes. -Han Yu's Late Spring; 18, willow color every year, Fuling hurts. -Li Bai's "Recalling Qin E"; The Yangtze river of the Yangtze river is green with spring, and the easy virtue is that the snow dances around the river to kill the people. The breeze breeze the flute whimpering to the pavilion dyeing dusk, you have to go south to Xiaoxiang, I ran to the west Qinling. -Zheng Gu's Farewell to Friends on Huai River
Jasper is dressed as a tree with ten thousand green silk tapestries hanging down. -He Zhizhang's "Liu Yong"; The spring breeze does not lift the ban, and it is misty and chaotic. -Yan Shu's "Walking on the Sand"; Fine, it seems that it is not easy to be, it is the tears of the crystal. -Su Shi's "Shui Long Yin"; The willows on the ferry are green, and the branches and leaves are divorced. -Yan Jidao's "Qing Pingle"; Yu Di's dark flying sound, scattered into the spring breeze full of Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to feel homesick. -Li Bai's "The Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night";
Outside the city, wine flags are blown in the spring breeze, and pedestrians wave at sunset. Chang' an is a stranger to infinite trees, and only the weeping willows can leave. -Liu Yuxi's Yang Liuzhi