Bai Juyi's poem about Liu

1. Bai Juyi's Liu Poems

"Eight Poems on Willow Branches"

Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi

Liu Mo Water tunes are sung in every house, and white snow and plum blossoms are blown everywhere. Don't listen to the old songs and old songs. Listen to the newly translated willow branches.

There are four or five trees in front of Taoling Gate, and hundreds of thousands in Yafu camp. It's like it's February in the Eastern Capital, and the golden branches reflect the Luoyang Bridge.

Yiyi Jiaoyao returns to greenness, and the sentence brings out the infinite emotion in the spring breeze. White snowflakes fluttered on the ground, and the green threads were as weak as the orioles.

Red Banjiang Bridge and green wine flag, Guanwa Palace is warm and the sun sets. Unfortunately, the rain has stopped and the east wind has settled, and thousands of trees are drooping.

Suzhou willows are praised by you, and Tang Shengguan's children are even richer. If you want to find Xiao Xiao, you will find the Su family deep in the green poplar.

The little girl of the Su family is well-known in the past, but she has no feelings before the willow wind. The strips are peeled off to make a silver ring, and the rolled leaves are blown into a jade flute.

The leaves are full of dew, like crying eyes, and the branches are like dancing waists in the breeze. The little tree can't help but suffer the pain of climbing and folding, so I beg you to keep two or three of them.

People say that willow leaves are like frowning brows, and even more so, a sad heart is like willow silk. The willow silk pulls the broken heart and breaks the heart, and there should be no time for each other.

"Poems of Willow Branches"

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Bai Juyi

One tree has thousands of branches in the spring breeze, as tender as gold and as soft as silk. In the deserted garden at the west corner of Yongfeng, who belongs to whom no one belongs to all day long? 2. Poems about Willow

Qingmen Willow by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty A green tree with a sad look has been the subject of separation and hatred for 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 willows at the head of the river for three or four days, but the old willows and golden threads beside the bridge.

Ferrying back and forth 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’s so sad to think that I haven’t returned to my hometown. Title Liu Dihuan of Tang Dynasty The shadows are whirling here between the south and the north.

The green color is endless, and the separation of love produces more. The rain lingers on the bank of Ba, and the mist covers the Sui River.

He has a good name, 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.

In this world, people who are hated are spared, but passers-by give rare 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 charming pond to the east.

The court robes are all hanging 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 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? They are soft and affectionate. 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 the 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, and don’t chase away the scattered flowers and drifting into the 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 praised them. 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 he gradually approaches 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 attachment seems to be forever, it hurts even more to get married and leave.

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 jasper is 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 wicker branches are broken and the flowers fly away, I ask passers-by whether they are returning home.

Apricot Flower Village The spring breeze blows in the willows in February, stirring up a lot of sadness in my heart. Unexpectedly, this sorrow occurs 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. The clouds were originally two flying swallows, 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 am making thousands of wishes and spreading them to the everlasting willow tree in the long river. I don’t want to miss you forever, but I want to stay with you forever.

Slow Voice·Spring Dawn on Su Di The night is vast, there are few people on the road, and a bright moon is like a mirror. There was only one person who 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 is still unfinished. 3. Find poems about willows

1. There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, but the willows are hidden and the flowers are bright in another village (Lu You's "Visit to Shanxi Village")

2. The morning rain and light dust in Weicheng , the guest house is green and the willow color is new. (Wang Wei's "Sending the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi")

3. The poet's clear scene is in the New Year, and the green willows are only half yellow. (Yang Juyuan's "Early Spring in the East of the City")

4. The most advantageous thing about spring is that it beats the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital. (Han Yu's "Early Spring Rain")

5. Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the cold food and the east wind keep the willows from slanting.

(Han Ling's "Cold Food")

6. The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. (Seng Zhinan's "Quequatrains")

7. The clouds rise over the sea and the plum blossoms cross the river in spring. (Du Shenyan's "Early Spring Tour with Lu Cheng in the Jinling Mausoleum")

8. Throwing Liu Qianqiao is too affectionate, and he makes a lot of noise when making love. (Liu Kezhuang's "Ying Shuo")

9. If you don't believe in the willow moon above the building, the beauties singing and dancing have never returned. (Xie Fangde's "The Song of the Silkworm Woman")

10. There are no catkins blowing up due to the wind, only sunflowers leaning towards the sun. (Sima Guang's "Early Summer in Guesthouse")

11. When the day is long, I wake up without thoughts and watch the children catching willow flowers. (Yang Wanli's "Rising from Sleep in Early Summer")

12. I heard the broken willows in the flute, but I have never seen the spring scenery. (Li Bai's "Six Songs under the Fortress")

13. As soon as I go up to the high city, I feel sad for thousands of miles, and the willows are like Tingzhou. (Xu Hun's "East Tower of Xianyang City")

14. From a distance, I can't tell where the lone sail is going, but the smoke in the willow pond is heavy. (Zheng Sixiao's "City in Spring")

15. Looking at the Mengjin River from a distance, the willows are dancing. ("Song of Broken Willows" by Nan Bei Ming)

16. Zhongxin Hotel in the shade of willows, with small fishing boats under the grape trellis. (Yang Wanli's "Crossing Yangcun")

17. Thousands of weak willows are hanging down, and hundreds of chirping orioles surround Jianzhang. (Jia Zhi's "Early Dynasty Daming Palace")

18. The moon is melting in the pear blossom courtyard, and there is a gentle breeze in the catkins pond. (Yan Shu's "Implication")

19. When the wind is flowing, the red will pass through the willow alley, and when you are trapped, you will sit on the moss rock near the running water. (Cheng Hao's "Journey to the Suburbs")

20. March in Saimen is still desolate, even though there are willows that have not yet felt the spring. (Wen Tingyun's "Willow Branches")

21. In Mengchengkou, Xinjia, old trees remain and willows are declining. (Wang Wei's "Mengcheng Ao")

22. Willow branches are brushing the silver pond for hundreds of feet, and they are not dark green, only light yellow. It may not be that the willow branch can be dipped in water, but the willow shadow in the water will lead it to grow. (Yang Wanli's "New Willow")

23. Thousands of willow flowers bloom in the water, and two or three warblers whisper from across the building. (Yuan Zhen's "Passing the Xiangyang Tower")

24. Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind keeps the willows from falling. (Han Xiong's "Cold Food")

25. There is no way out in the mountains and rivers, but there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers. (Lu You: "Visiting Shanxi Village")

26. The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. (Zhinan: "Queju")

27. The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new. (Wang Wei: "Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi")

28. Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascended to the blue sky. (Du Fu: "Quatrains")

29. Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass. (Wang Zhihuan: "Liangzhou Ci")

30. The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I can hear the singing on the Langjiang River. (Liu Yuxi: "Bamboo Branch Poems")

31. Red hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. (Lu You: "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix")

32. The best thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital. (Han Yu: "Two Poems by Zhang Shiba of the Water Department in Early Spring")

33. Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown. (Li Bai: "Listening to the Flute in Luocheng on a Spring Night")

34. There are many trees and luxuriant grass. (Cao Cao: "Viewing the Sea")

35. The green trees are adjacent to the village, and the green mountains are sloping outside. (Meng Haoran: "Passing the Old Friend's Village")

36. The bird stayed in the tree beside the pond, and the monk knocked on the door under the moon. (Jia Dao: "Inscribed on Li Ning's Residence in Seclusion")

37. The jasper is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. (He Zhizhang: "Ode to the Willow")

38. Suddenly, as if a spring breeze came overnight, thousands of pear trees bloomed. (Cen Shen: (Bai Xuege sends Magistrate Wu back to the capital)

39. Qingchuan is full of Hanyang trees, and the grass is luxuriant on Parrot Island. (Cui Hao: "Yellow Crane Tower")

40. Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of spring trees grow in front of the diseased trees (Liu Yuxi: "Rewarding Lotte at the First Banquet in Yangzhou")

41. The spring silently cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water. Love Qingrou. (Yang Wanli: "Little Pond")

42. Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, and thin horses in the west wind on the ancient road (Ma Zhiyuan: "Tian Jingsha? Autumn Thoughts")

43. Last night, the west wind withered the green trees. I climbed up to the tall building alone and looked across the road to the end of the world.

(Yan Shu: "Butterflies in Love with Flowers") 4. Bai Juyi's Poems on Willow

"Eight Poems on Willow Branches" Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Liumo Shui Tune is sung by everyone, and white snow and plum blossoms are blowing everywhere.

Don’t listen to the old songs and old songs, listen to the newly translated willow branches. There are four or five trees in front of Taoling's gate, and hundreds of thousands in Yafu camp.

It is like the second month of the Eastern Capital, and the golden branches reflect the Luoyang Bridge. Yiyiyaoyao returns to greenness, and the sentence brings out the infinite emotion in the spring breeze.

White snowflakes fluttered on the ground, and the green threads were as weak as the orioles. Red Banjiang Bridge and green wine flag, Guanwa Palace is warm and the sun sets.

Unfortunately, the rain has stopped and the east wind has settled, and thousands of trees are drooping. Suzhou willows are praised by you, and Tang Shengguan's children are richer.

If you want to find Xiao Xiao, you will find the Su family deep in the green poplar. The little girl of the Su family is well-known in the past, but she has a special love before the willow wind.

The strips are peeled off to make a silver ring, and the rolled leaves are blown into a jade flute. The leaves are full of dew, like crying eyes, and the branches are like dancing waists in the breeze.

The little tree cannot help but suffer the pain of climbing and folding, so I beg you to keep two or three of them. People say that willow leaves are like frowning eyebrows, and even more so, a sad heart is like willow silk.

Willow silk pulls the broken heart, and there should be no hope for each other. "Poems of Willow Branches" Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi One tree has thousands of branches in the spring breeze, as tender as gold and as soft as silk.

In the deserted garden at the west corner of Yongfeng, who does it belong to when no one belongs to it all day long? . 5. Verses about willow trees

Verses about willow trees:

1. The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. ——From "Quatrain·A Short Canopy Tie in the Shade of an Ancient Wood" by Zhinan of the Song Dynasty

Original text: A short canopy is tied in the shade of an ancient tree, and the staff and quinoa help me cross the east side of the bridge. The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it.

Translation: Park the boat and tie it under the shade of the ancient trees on the shore; walk to the east of the bridge with a cane and enjoy the spring scenery. The spring rain kept falling, as if it was deliberately trying to wet my clothes. The spring breeze gently blows on the face, carrying the fresh willow scent.

2. The grass is long and the orioles are flying in the February sky, and the willows are brushing against the embankments intoxicated by the spring smoke. ——From "Village Dwelling" by Gao Ding of the Qing Dynasty

Original text: The grass is long and the orioles are flying in February, and the willows are brushing against the embankments intoxicated by the spring smoke. The children came back early from school and were busy taking advantage of the east wind to fly kites.

Translation: In the second month of the lunar calendar, the grass gradually sprouts and grows, orioles fly around, and the willows on the bank are intoxicated in the spring mist. The children in the village came home from school early and quickly took advantage of the east wind to fly their kites into the blue sky.

3. Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass. ——From "One of Two Liangzhou Poems" written by Wang Zhihuan of the Tang Dynasty

Original text: Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain. Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.

Translation: The Yellow River seems to be rushing from the white clouds, and Yumen Pass stands alone in the mountains. Why use the Qiang flute to play the plaintive "Willow Song" to complain that the spring is not coming? It turns out that the spring breeze cannot blow in the Yumenguan area!

4. Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind keeps the willows from falling in the cold weather. ——From "Cold Food" by Han Hong of the Tang Dynasty

Original text: Flowers are flying everywhere in the Spring City, and the east wind of Cold Food keeps the willow trees from slanting. At dusk, candles were passed around the Han Palace, and light smoke dispersed into the house of the Five Marquises.

Translation: In the late spring, catkins are flying and falling reds are everywhere in Chang'an City. During the Cold Food Festival, the east wind blows the willow trees in the imperial city. In the evening, candles were sent from the Han Palace to reward princes and ministers, and the light smoke drifted to the homes of the emperor's favorites.

5. The most ruthless willows in Taicheng are still smoking ten miles across the embankment. ——From "Taicheng" by Wei Zhuang of the Tang Dynasty

Original text: The river is raining and the grass is flowing, and the six dynasties are like a dream and the birds are singing in the sky. The most ruthless willow is Taicheng Liu, still smoked ten miles away from the embankment.

Translation: The surface of the river is misty and misty, the riverside is green and grassy, ??the past of the Six Dynasties is like a dream, only the mournful cries of spring birds are left. The most ruthless thing is that the willows in Taicheng still cover the ten-mile long embankment like light smoke. 6. Poems related to willow

Qingmen Willow

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

The green tree has a sad look, 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.

Chang'an New Willows

Tang Chenguang

The clouds in Jiumo are beginning to rise, 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. A branch is about to be broken, and it will be morning when it returns.

Seeing new willows in Linchuan

Cui oars of Tang Dynasty

I haven’t seen the old willows beside the bridge for three or four days at the head of the river.

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 twice.

The color of the grass in Tingzhou is also like this. I am worried that no one will know how far away I am.

Willow

Tang Cui Oar

The wind is slow and the sun is late, dragging the smoke to 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.

Ti Liu

Tang Dihuan

In the south and north, shadows are whirling here. There is no end to the emerald green, and there is more to it than love.

The lingering rain lingers on the Ba Bank, and the mist envelopes the Sui River. He has a good reputation, can Qin Song succeed him?

Xinliu

Tang Dumu

Unable to shake the wind and the dawn, the beauty is new, 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.

I hope it can help you 7. Bai Juyi's poem describing the appearance of a willow tree

The original text of "Poem of Willow Branches" is that one tree has thousands of branches in the spring breeze, tender as gold and soft as silk. Yongfeng West In the deserted garden, who belongs to whom no one belongs to all day long? Other people's gift willows, Li Shangyin and Zhang Tai are hidden behind, and the Cheng Road is even more uneven. It is said that it is very romantic, and when you come to be graceful, the bridge is about to break, and the embankment is far away. Flowers are blooming like snow, and brothels are fluttering wine flags. Shi "Breaking Willows" by Jianwu: I saw the spring willows on the roadside, folding every new one. This year, I will fold the willows in the same place, so as not to say goodbye to others last year. "Willows by the River" by Yong Yuzhi, beside the ancient embankment, there is a green tree smoke .If the silk thread is unbroken, keep it to tie Lang's boat. Luo Yin's "Willow" Ba Anqing comes to say goodbye frequently, clinging to each other through the spring. The catkins flying in one's own house are still uncertain, and the hanging silk stumbling passers-by. Bai Juyi's "Qinzheng Tower" "Xi Lao Liu" A half-decayed tree facing the wind, a passionate person standing on horseback. A willow in Kaiyuan will celebrate the spring of the second year. And Tang Yanqian's poem "Weeping Willow" has a different meaning: There is no love in the spring breeze, who dares to fight against the lightness in the world. The King of Chu River Planting on the bank for no reason, starvation damages the slender waist and makes it impossible to learn. "Ode to the Willow" He Zhizhang's jasper made up a tree as high as ten thousand green silk ribbons hanging down. I don't know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. "Send the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi" by Wang Wei The morning rain in Weicheng is lightly dusty, and the guest house is green and the willows are new. I urge you to drink another glass of wine and go west to Yangguan. Shi Jianwu's "Breaking Willows" by Shi Jianwu: I saw the spring willows on the roadside, and I broke all the new ones one by one. This year, I still have a new one. Leave where you were last year, and don't say goodbye to others who left last year. Yong Yuzhi's "Willows by the River" Wandering along the ancient embankment, a green tree smoke. If the thread is unbroken, leave it to tie Lang's boat. Luo Yin's "Willow" Ba Anqing comes to say goodbye Frequently, we cling to each other through the spring. The catkins flying in our own houses are still uncertain, and the hanging silk stumbling over passers-by. Bai Juyi's "Old Willow in the West of the Qinzheng Building" A half-decayed tree in the wind, a passionate man on horseback. A willow tree in Kaiyuan, Changqing celebrates the spring of the second year. 8. Poems about willow trees

Qingmen Willow by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty A green tree with a sad look has been the subject of separation and hatred for 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's Oar. I haven't seen the willows at the head of the river for three or four days, but the old willows and golden threads beside the bridge.

Ferrying back and forth 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’s so sad to think that I haven’t returned to my hometown. Title Liu Dihuan of Tang Dynasty The shadows are whirling here between the south and the north.

The green color is endless, and the separation of love produces more. The rain lingers on the bank of Ba, and the mist covers the Sui River.

He has a good name, can Qin Song succeed him? Xinliu by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty. Unable to shake the wind, the color is new, 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 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’s so sad to think that I haven’t returned to my hometown. Title Liu Dihuan of Tang Dynasty The shadows are whirling here between the south and the north.

The green color is endless, and the separation of love produces more. The rain lingers on the bank of Ba, and the mist covers the Sui River.

He has a good name, can Qin Song succeed him? Xinliu by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty. Unable to shake the wind, the color is new, 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 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, 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 golden thread brushed the curved bridge, and the waist was almost damaged by children.

Unfortunately, Linghe Biaoge is still there, but the spring is still long and thin. Liu Han Cong of the Tang Dynasty. I broke the willow tree and got the green strips in the song, and moved them 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.

In this world, people who are hated are spared this kind of thing, but passers-by give rare 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 Guanyin's hand. 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 cut 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 charming pond to the east.

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-breaking 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 Li Pavilion, the spring light is all over 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 building, 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 bars in the desert have a slight lead, and they are green every year to announce the return of spring.

Release the cage and let the flying mist extend the fragrant scenery, and don’t chase away the scattered flowers and drifting into the 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 trees were planted, it was rare to see those who praised them.

Ode to the Willows by Xue Feng of the Tang Dynasty The weak plant is frightened and hurts itself due to the wind, but at dusk, it is time to turn over and have 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 attachment seems to be forever, it hurts even more to get married and leave.

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 have no intention of leaving others, and thousands of threads will stir up the spring breeze. 9. Poems about willows

Hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears about this. "Song of Everlasting Regret" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

When I return, the ponds and gardens are all the same, the lotus in Taiye is still the same as the willow. "Song of Everlasting Regret" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers. "Visit to Shanxi Village" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty

The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored. "Send Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi" Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass. "Two Poems of Liangzhou·Part 1" by Wang Zhihuan of the Tang Dynasty

The most advantageous thing about spring is that it beats the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital. "Early Spring" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty

The moon is rising above the willow branches, and people are meeting after dusk. "Shengchazi·Yuanxi" Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty 10. Poems about willow trees

Ode to Willows

Jasper is made up to a tree height, and thousands of green silk ribbons hang down. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Riverside Willow

On the edge of the ancient embankment, there is a green tree smoke. If the silk is not continuous, keep the tielang boat.

Ti Liu

In the south and north, shadows are whirling here. There is no end to the emerald green, and there is more to it than love.

The lingering rain lingers on the Ba Bank, and the mist covers the Sui River. He has a good reputation, can Qin Song succeed him?

Lonely Willow

A willow tree containing smoke is blowing on the ground and swaying 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.

Willow Quatrains

Several trees have newly bloomed and have green shadows, 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.

Willow

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 makeup leaves. How to climb up and down, Huaiyou wrote poems again.

Willow

A cage of golden thread brushed against the curved bridge, almost slender waist being damaged by children.

Unfortunately, Linghe Biaoge is still there, and spring is still long and thin.