Poetry about willow in front of the door

1. Poems about willows

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

(Han Xiong's "Cold Food") 2. There is no way out in the mountains and rivers, but there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers. (Lu You: "Visiting Shanxi Village") 3. The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the wind from the willows blows on your face, which is not cold.

(Zhinan: "Quequatrains")) 4. The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new. (Wang Wei (Sending the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi)) 5. Two orioles sing at the green willows, and a row of egrets ascend to the blue sky.

(Du Fu: (quatrains)) 6. Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass. . (Wang Zhihuan: Liangzhou Ci) Tang Bai Juyi planted willows in the wild, and planted willows in the water.

He took an ax and cut the trees into different lengths. It is suitable.

It is better to plant small branches near the bank and plant pine and cypress trees. . You can still live without roots. It is not too late to become a yin.

If you have not left the county for three years, you can rest by the water and look up.

The origin of wealth. It's not hope, fame will wait. If you don't plant Dongxi willow, what will you do? If you say goodbye more often, the long strips of willows will fade away. The wind blows on your face, leaving you with no idea what the spring will bring.

The new willow trees in Chang'an and the clouds in Jiumo are beginning to rise. The willows in Huangqu are new. The scenery of the garden is different.

The color is light and slightly dewy, and the silk is light and not dusty. A branch is about to break, and it is the morning when it returns.

In May, the roots of the willow tree are tall and clear by the water. Shallow. The face is still cold when sleeping, and the lazy waist is softer.

The strips of water are already heavy, and the scenery is like drunken smoke and dew.

The fish is afraid of the long silk, and the birds are frightened by the weak branches. How sentimental they are, and the spring is full of joy. Hate is tied to the short and long branches.

Zhang Lang is weak and thin, and the waist is light. The girl is hungry and has not returned to her hometown.

The new Liu Tang Cui Lu is ruthless and tender. The mood is spring, and it seems that I am leaning against the ancient platform. I hate it today. The color of the ditch is coming from Dongting.

On the embankment, there are thousands of silk willows hanging down by Dai Shulun, who are weaving at the place where travelers are leaving. When the heart is broken.

The willows in the long pavilion are washed by the rain. Listening to the orioles reminiscing about their old travels, it’s the end of autumn.

Tihuan and Dihuan, the shadows here are endless, and there are more emotions.

The lingering rain lingers on the bank of Ba, and the mist hugs the Sui River. It has its own good name. How can Qin Song inherit it?

A single willow tree in Tang Dynasty is swaying in the wind. . The beauty cannot bear to break, and looks back with regret.

Liu Quatrain of Tang Dynasty. The trees are newly blooming and their green shadows are in full bloom. The mood of relying on the wind is lost in the spring, and the village bridge is half covered by the stream.

Xinliu Tang Dumu is unable to shake the wind and the dawn 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.

Willows in Yugou by Du Xunhe of the 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 Chu Kingdom is shaking with waves, while the Sui Dynasty embankment is secretly stirring up dust. In the Imperial City, Longjin must be conquered first.

Liu Tang Fangqian sways 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 Tang Han Xie A cage of gold thread brushed the curved bridge, and the waist was almost damaged by children. Helplessly, Linghe Biaoge is still there, and spring is still long and thin.

There is no catkins floating in the wind on the long embankment, but the sun reflects on the vast road for the first time.

Sneaking by the painted banquet to steal the dance, lowering oneself to the makeup pavilion to imitate frowning. Don't leave the pavilion until late spring, fold all the tens of thousands of branches on the eaves.

The flowers and weeds are always competing for new ones, and the wrinkles on the eyebrows are uneven. Don't waste a spring just by begging for the remaining strength of the east wind.

Liu Han Cong of the Tang Dynasty. In the song of breaking willows, green strips are obtained, and they are moved far away to the golden palace to plant green sky. The palace maid from Shangyang sent her off with a voice, but she was not angry and returned to dancing with her thin waist.

Liu Tang Han Gai When the snow is gone, the shadows on the green gate are faint, and the warm wind returns late and early in the morning. If you rely on thin leaves to retain the spring color, you must tie the long strips with falling sunlight.

Peng Ze is sentimental and depressed, while Sui Di has no owner to rely on. In the world, people who are hated are spared this kind of thing, but passers-by give away rare gifts.

Ode to the Willows by Han Xie of the Tang Dynasty. The rain and the wind are dragging the wind, and the whole body is unable to hold itself down, and it hangs down to people. 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 high 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 new willows in Yugou by Tang Jia Ling It is sunny and early in Yuyuan, and the willows in Zhanggou are new in color. The roots are in recent days, and the leaves are covered with spring.

Beautiful nature contains green, and clear yin wants to protect people. Light clouds slant the view, and there are many dewdrops traveling in the dust.

The curls are worthy of leaving the gift, and the sight is still there. If the king and grandson can be rewarded, they will climb and break in Fangchen.

New Willows in Yugou by Li Guan of the Tang Dynasty When Yugou returns to Guangmo, the willow trees face the pedestrians. The green branches are full, and the trees are new with age.

I'm afraid of meeting strangers, and I'm worried about seeing people leaving. Yingzhang Taiqi is close by, and Yuan Chun is far away.

The tender vagina is first covered with water, and the tall shadow gradually leaves the dust. Don't play the huerflute or wet the towel with tears.

Liu Tang Li Qiao The willows are lush and green, 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 places are divided into dragon shadows, and the Fangchi is written with phoenix characters. How can I play the short flute? Climbing and folding is to miss the king.

Guanmenliu Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty A row of willows beside the Yongding River, with long hair in spring. Traveling from east to west is unkind and does not reduce the dust on the road to Qingyin.

Weeping willows by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty Weeping willows with green hair and velvet hair, the building is dark and rainy. Thinking becomes a night dream, and the spring is spent for a long time.

Washing oneself in an open manner, riding a horse with a childlike smile. The blue sky turns to the hat, and the red candle is close to the high boat.

The eyes of resentment are clear to the autumn water, and the frown is pale to the distant peaks. The flowers in the small garden are all gone and the butterflies are gone, and the crickets are awakened from drunkenness in the quiet courtyard.

It used to be a phoenix on Qintai, but now it is a dragon on drugstore. The dowry has been thrown away for a long time, and it has been used as a bell in Jingyang.

Weeping Willow by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty In the small garden of Pingting, there is a graceful pond to the east. All the court robes 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 Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty How many leaves are there when spring comes, how many branches are shaken by dawn. Whether you miss lovesickness or not, you should dance all the time.

The flying and hiding butterflies are flying, and the oriole is weakly exposed. It is appropriate to conquer the whole country, who can appreciate the eyebrows alone?

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 the 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.

During the Qingming Festival, rain falls on the official road, and in the evening, the wind blows on the wild bridge. Like a thread, a thread leads to hatred, and the way back for the king and his grandson is far away.

Liu Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty Liu Yingjiang There is love at the bottom of the pond, and the sight of him frequently scares the visitors. Barei is hidden away in the mountains. 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 river head 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.

I still feel heartbroken when I haven’t 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, 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 can I climb up and down, and my friends will write 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. 3. Poems about "willow"

There are flowers flying everywhere in the spring city, and the cold food and the east wind keep the willows from slanting. (Korean "Han Shi")

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

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

The morning rain in Weicheng is lightly dusted, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored. (Wang Wei's "Send Off the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi")

Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets climbed into the blue sky. (Du Fu's "Quequatrains")

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

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

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

The most beautiful thing about spring is that it beats the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital. (Han Yu's "Two Poems by Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water in Early Spring")

Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown. (Li Bai's "Spring Night in Luo")

Where will I wake up tonight, on the bank of willows and the waning moon in the morning breeze. (Liu Yong's "Yulin Ling") 4. Whose poem is "Mr. Liu, the scholar in front of the door"?

Veteran's Journey

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Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Wang Wei

Original text:

When the boy was fifteen or twenty, he captured Hu Maqi on foot.

If you shoot the white-fronted tiger in Zhongshan, you will be willing to kill the yellow-bearded tiger in Ye!

One body has traveled three thousand miles, one sword has served as a division for millions.

The Han soldiers are as fast as thunder, and the captives are afraid of the thorns.

Wei Qing's undefeated victory was due to God's luck, while Li Guang's lack of success was due to luck.

Since it was abandoned, it has decayed, and the world has been wasted and turned into a white head.

In the past, the flying arrows had no whole eyes, but today the hanging poplars are growing on the left elbow.

Guhou melons are sometimes sold on the roadside, and willows are cultivated by Mr. Liu in front of the door.

The vast ancient trees are connected to the alleys, and the cold mountains are facing empty windows.

Swearing orders to send flying springs out of Shule is not like making wine in the air in Yingchuan.

Under the Helan Mountain, there are formations like clouds, and you can hear feathers flying around each other day and night.

Jie envoy Sanhe recruited young men, and issued an edict to generals from the Five Ways.

Try to brush the iron clothes like snow, and hold the sword to move the stars.

I would like to have the Yan bow to shoot the general, and I am ashamed to order Yue Jia to call my army.

Don’t be afraid of the old guard in the clouds, he still deserved to win meritorious deeds in a single battle. 5. Poems about willows

1. Quatrain·A short canopy is tied in the shade of an ancient tree

The author was Zhinan Dynasty Song Dynasty

A short canopy is tied in the shade of an ancient tree, and a staff Quinoa helped me cross the east side of the bridge.

My clothes are wet with the apricot blossom rain, and the willow wind blows on my face without chilling it.

Vernacular translation:

I tied the boat under the shade of a tall old tree; I walked across the small bridge with a cane and enjoyed the beautiful spring scenery.

The slightest drizzle can’t get my clothes wet; it falls on the gorgeous apricot flowers, making them even more brilliant.

The breeze no longer makes me feel cold when blowing on my face; it dances the green and slender wickers, which is particularly light.

2. Two poems about Liangzhou

Author Wang Zhihuan, Tang Dynasty

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.

Chanyu looked north at Fuyundui and killed horses several times and mounted the altar to offer sacrifices.

The emperor of the Han family is so powerful now that he refuses to come back and get married.

Vernacular Translation:

Looking around, the Yellow River is getting further and further away, as if it is rushing among the white clouds. In the upper reaches of the Yellow River, among the tens of thousands of mountains, there is an isolated city named Yumenguan. Standing there, it looked lonely and lonely. Why use the Qiang flute to play the sad willow song to complain that the spring is not coming? It turns out that the spring breeze cannot blow in the Yumenguan area!

The Turkic leader came to the Central Plains to seek peace and marriage. He looked north to his own territory and saw the Fuyundui Temple north of the border. He recalled that he had killed horses and staged sacrifices here many times in the past, and then raised troops to invade the Tang Dynasty. Quite a bit complacent. But now that the emperor of the Tang Dynasty was extremely powerful and unwilling to make peace with the Turks, this trip to the Central Plains had to be returned without success.

3. Bridegroom grudges

Author Wang Changling, Tang Dynasty

The young woman in the boudoir knows no worries, and goes up to the green building with makeup in the spring.

Suddenly I saw the color of willows on the street, and I regretted teaching my husband and son-in-law to find a title.

Vernacular Translation:

The young woman in the boudoir has never felt the sorrow of missing each other. On the bright spring day, she dressed up carefully and climbed up to the high building.

Suddenly I saw the spring colors of the willows on the roadside, and melancholy came to my heart. She regretted that she should not have allowed her husband to join the army and become a marquis for his meritorious service.

4. Partridge Sky · Colorful sleeves holding a jade bell diligently

Author Yan Jidao, Song Dynasty

Colorful sleeves holding a jade bell diligently. Back then, I struggled but was drunk and beautiful. Dancing e799bee5baa6e997aee7ad94e58685e5aeb931333431356134 the moon in the heart of the willow tower, singing to the shadow of the peach blossom fan.

After seeing each other again, we meet again. I have the same dream with you several times. I only have a few silver photos left tonight, as if I was afraid that the meeting would be a dream.

Vernacular Translation:

When I first met you, you held a cup in your hand, diligently encouraged me to drink, and frequently raised the jade cup. You were so gentle, beautiful and affectionate. I drank so much that I was drunk and my face turned red. Dancing gracefully started from the evening when the moon rose above the willow trees, until late at night when the moon fell from the treetops outside the building. We danced and sang to our heart's content, until we were so exhausted that we could no longer shake our peach blossom fans.

Since that separation, I always miss that beautiful reunion. How many times have I embraced you in my dreams. Tonight I hold up the silver lamp to take a closer look at you, fearing that this encounter will be in a dream again.

5. Visit to Shanxi Village

Author Lu You, Song Dynasty

Mo Xiao’s farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years the guests eat enough chicken and dolphins.

There is no way out in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.

The flutes and drums follow the spring society, and the clothes and clothes are simple and ancient.

From now on, if you can take advantage of the moonlight leisurely, you can knock on the door all the time and night with your stick.

Vernacular translation:

Don’t laugh at the turbid wine brewed by farmers in the twelfth lunar month. In the year of harvest, the dishes for entertaining guests are very rich.

The mountains are overlapping and the water is twisting. I am worried that there is no way to go. Suddenly, another mountain village appears in front of me.

The day of playing the flute and playing the drum in Chunshe is approaching, but the villagers still retain the ancient custom of simple clothes.

If I can still take advantage of the beautiful moonlight to go out for a leisurely trip in the future, I will knock on your door at any time with a cane.

6. Poems about "Willow"

Willow, graceful and swaying, has been favored by literati of all ages and is often used as an object to express emotions. 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 high 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 away, 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. Dependence on each other is overwhelming.

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 as gifts. For example, Dai Shulun's "Willows on the Embankment":

Tens of thousands of weeping willow threads weave farewell when spring comes.

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 go back to 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 together 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 bank 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 subtlety, which can be called a masterpiece of "Yong Liu" poetry.

7. Looking for 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. There are flowers 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 high 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 at the end of the world (Yan Shu: "Butterfly Loves Flowers") 8. Poems about willows

Ode to Willows

The jasper is as high as a tree, and there are thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves.

Willows on the river bank

The ancient embankment. On the edge, there is a green tree. If the silk is not broken, I will leave the boat to tie it.

The green shadows here are endless. Detached love gives rise to more.

The lingering rain lingers on the bank of Ba, and the mist wafts over the Sui River. It has its own good name.

Lone Willow

A willow tree contains smoke, and the wind blows on the ground for a long time. The beautiful woman cannot bear to break, and looks back with regret.

Willow Quatrains

Several trees are newly blooming, and the green shadows are all together, leaning against the wind. The mood is fascinated by spring.

Relying on my hometown Fanchuan, half covering the village bridge and half brushing the stream.

The willows are swaying in the wind, near the embankment. Soft is better than silk. If you are strong, you will be weak.

Learn how to dance with branches and spread your eyebrows.

Willow

A cage of golden thread brushes the curved bridge, and the waist is almost damaged by children

But the spirit and standard are still there, and the spring is still long.