Planting willows in Dongxi
Tang Bai Juyi
Planting wild willows, planting willows in the water.
Take advantage of the spring and chop it with an ax, cut it and tree it.
It is neither long nor short, high or low as appropriate.
The big trunk is buried against the bank, and the twigs are planted near the stream.
The pines and cypresses cannot be treated, and the nan is hard to move.
It is better to plant this tree, which will flourish easily.
You can live without roots, and it is not too late to become Yin.
You haven’t left the county for three years, so you can see Yiyi.
After planting, rest by the water, raise your head and think to yourself.
Wealth and honor are not expected, fame must wait.
If you don’t plant Dongxi willows, what are you doing sitting upright?
Qingmen Willow
Tang Bai Juyi
The green tree looks sad, and has been part of the 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.
Suzhou Willow
Tang Bai Juyi
The yellow and graceful flowers in the Golden Valley Garden, and the whirling green flowers beside the Qujiang Pavilion.
Laolai travels everywhere, unlike Suzhou where the most willows are.
The puffs of white hair are blowing across your face, leaving you with no idea what to do.
New Willows in Chang'an
Chen Guang of Tang Dynasty
The clouds in Jiumo are beginning to shine, and the willows in Huangqu are already new. Different Tianyuan scenery, spring comes first.
The color is light and slightly revealing, and the silk is light and not dusty. One branch is about to be broken, and it will be morning when it returns.
Willows by the water in May
Tang Cuihu
The roots are tall and tall, and the hanging shadows cover the clear sky. My sleeping face is still cold, and my lazy waist is even softer.
The empty bar has been shaken, and the water belt can be unfolded. It seems like the drunken smoke condenses on the scene, like the sorrowful moon with dew.
The long silken fish are mistakenly frightened, and the weak branches are frightened by birds. How sentimental is the long separation, and the spring is full of joy.
Village
[Qing Dynasty] Gaoding
The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky,
The willows brush the dike and are drunk by the spring smoke.
Children come back early from school,
busy flying kites in the east wind.
Early Spring
[Tang Dynasty] Han Yu
The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as Jesus,
The color of grass looks far away but not up close.
The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is the best place to be in the entire imperial capital.
Yong Willow
[Tang Dynasty] He Zhizhang
The jasper is as high as a tree,
Ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.
I wonder who cuts out the thin leaves,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
In the Mulberry Tea Tunnel
[Song Dynasty] Yang Wanli
When it is sunny, it is windy and when it rains, it is dry.
The grass is full of flowers and the embankment is full of water. creek.
The boy Liu Yinmian was sleeping,
A cow had eaten Liu Yinxi.
Liu
Tang Cui Oar
The wind is slow, the sun is late, and the smoke is dragging on the water. Provoke the hatred of thousands of generals and tie them to short and long branches.
A man with weak bones is thin, and a woman with a light waist is hungry. I still miss my hometown without returning home.
Willows on the Embankment
Dai Shulun of Tang Dynasty
Weeping willows have thousands of silks, weaving farewell in spring. At the place where passers-by climb and break, the concubine has her heart broken.
The willow tree in the pavilion is endowed with
Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty
The willows in the pavilion are washed by the willows, and the water flows through the shade. The rain rubs the golden strands thinly, and the smoke is soft and green.
Seeing off guests brings new regrets, listening to orioles reminisce about old travels. If you give as a gift and get more as a gift, you will get late autumn.
Ti Liu
Tang Dihuan
The shadows are whirling here between the south and the north. There is no end to the emerald green, and there is more to it than love.
The remaining rain lingers on the Ba Bank, and the mist covers the Sui River. He has a good name, can Qin Song succeed him?
Lonely Willow
Tang Dumu
A willow containing smoke will sway the ground in the wind for a long time.
The beautiful woman couldn't bear to be broken and looked back at her delicate hands with regret.
Liu Quatrains
Tang Du Mu
Several trees have newly bloomed and 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.
Xinliu
Tang Dumu
Can't shake the wind and the dawn looks new, and the thin waist is jealous.
The green shade has not covered the water of the long embankment, and the golden ears are the first to greet 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, worrying about killing people day and night.
Willows in Yugou
Xunhe of Tang Dynasty
When spring arrives in Yugou, the willows beside the ditch will be new in color. The thin cage penetrates the forbidden water and gently brushes the people entering the court.
The sun is approaching, the time is early, and the sky is low and the sky is even. The warbler's perch in the valley is not stable, and the painting of the palace maid is difficult to be realistic.
The sky in the Chu Kingdom shook the waves, and the Sui Dynasty embankment secretly stirred up dust. In the Imperial City, Longjin must be conquered first.
Willow
Tang Fangqian
Swaying in the wind, softer than silk near the embankment. Who knows if the attitude is strong? If the strength is weak, it will be difficult to maintain it.
Learn to dance with branches, turn your sleeves, and spread your eyebrows like leaves. How to climb up and down, Huaiyou wrote poems again.
Liu
Han Xie of the Tang Dynasty
A cage of gold thread brushed the curved bridge, and the waist was almost damaged by children.
Unfortunately, Linghe Biaoge is still there, and the spring is still long.
Two Odes of Willows
Tang Guyun
The dew and smoke are hanging down everywhere, and they are yellow and green.
The long embankment has not seen the wind floating catkins, and the vast road is the first to pity the sun reflecting the silk.
Leaning beside the painted banquet to steal the dance, lowering oneself to the makeup pavilion to imitate frowning.
Leave the pavilion until late spring, and fold all the thousands of branches on the eaves.
The idle flowers and weeds are always competing for new ones, and the wrinkles on the eyebrows are uneven.
Don’t waste a spring by begging for the remaining strength of the east wind.