Poems with Fu Di

1. Poems about the willows

Poems about the willows 1. What are the poems that describe "the spring breeze blows the willows in spring"

"The poems include

1. "Xinyuanxuan"

Era: Yuan Dynasty Author: Wang Mian

Yuan Ming Fu returns home, implying the pastoral.

It is a pleasant place to live in a hut surrounded by people, without the noise of cars and horses.

Chrysanthemums bloom in the autumn breeze, and willows bloom in the spring breeze.

As time goes by, people’s footprints become sparse and things change.

Lying high under the north window, dreaming in front of Emperor Xi.

The sound is scattered and thousands of thoughts are empty. Isn’t it just a piano without strings? The Master is free from reverie, and whatever is appropriate is natural.

It is quiet in the middle, not in the quiet place.

In memory of thousands of years of wind, it is named Wuxuan.

2. "Two Poems for Mourning the Palace in Yangzhou during the Sui Dynasty"

Era: Ming Dynasty Author: Liang Youyu

After Li Hua sang, he became desolate, it was the time when he was enjoying himself in the lost building .

The Liao soul mourns the iron cavalry in the night moon, and the spring breeze carries the Huailiu flag.

Who knows when a snake rises up beside a bucket, but it is a sad thing when a snake appears in the tent.

Where can I find the ancient foundation of thousands of years? The cuckoo sings on the wild tang branches

3. "Seventh Poems for Music in the Palace"

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Li Bai

The plum blossoms are all gone in the cold snow.

The spring breeze returns from the willow tree.

Gong Ying is so charming that she is drunk.

Yanyan’s words are still flying.

Chi Ri Ming Singing Banquet.

New flower dance clothes.

Come late to move the colors.

The glory of carpe diem.

4. "Dongxian Song·There are guests who are welcome"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Liu Chenweng

There are guests who are welcome and there is no wine. Having a peach on your sleeve means your longevity. I sigh that it will take another year for this peach to ripen again. It's very easy to do, and I'm looking forward to a peach thief.

There are thirty dendrobiums in the chrysanthemum pond, and the days are getting longer and longer each month. But the boxwood grows one inch long and falls one inch in leap years, so it seems that the time to get to Wugong is very long. The guest said again that it was strange that Yang was born. Seven days later, when we saw each other, we were drunk by the spring breeze.

5. "Partridge Sky·The Snow House and Ice Bed with the Door Deeply Closed"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Anonymous

The Snow House Ice Bed with the Door Deeply Closed. Onyx clothes should be woven into patterns. No one can see the clear tears in the rain, and the delicate fragrance under the moon can only be smelled by myself. It's long in the eye, far away in ecstasy. Yu Nu's endurance was so great that he was in the dark. Yuran was relegated to Xingyun and could not enter the Spring Breeze Hualiu Village.

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 is heartbreaking to think that I have not returned to my hometown. Title Liu Dihuan of Tang Dynasty The shadows are whirling here between the south and the north.

There is no end to the green color, but there is more to it than love. The rain lingers on the bank of Ba, and the mist covers the Sui River.

He has a good name, can Qin Song succeed him? Xinliu Tang Du Mu 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 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 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. 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 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. In the song of breaking willows, green strips were obtained, and they were moved far away to the golden palace to plant green sky.

The Shangyang palace maid said goodbye with a voice, but she was not angry and returned to dancing with her thin waist. Liu Tang Han Gai The snow is gone and the shadows on the green gate are faint, and the warm wind returns late and early in the morning.

If you want to rely on thin leaves to retain the spring color, you must tie the long strips with Luohui. Peng Ze was sentimental and depressed, but Sui Di had no one to rely on.

This is the kind of thing that is spared when it comes to anger in the world, but it is rare for passers-by to give away gifts. Ode to the Willows by Han Xie of the Tang Dynasty The rain and the wind are uncontrollable, and the whole body is weak and hangs down to others.

The jade fiber is broken and given to each other from afar, just like when it is in the hands of Guanyin. Ode to the Willow by He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty The jasper tree is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.

I don’t know who 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 graceful place in the east of the pond.

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-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 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 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 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, 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 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 curling up, and the hanging branches are hanging down.

Jiaoyin is always secret and can be divided into separate sections. Because dependence seems to be forever, holding on to the knot makes separation even more painful.

Love this spring scenery, don’t let the autumn wind blow suddenly. Liu Tang Zhangxu The cigarette sticks are hanging on the ground, and spring thoughts are forming beside the buildings beside the city.

Please take a closer look at Feng Liuyi, before she loses her spirit and is in the palace. Liu Zhenggu, Tang Dynasty Half smoke and half rain beside the river bridge, the apricots reflect the Taoshan road.

You will be able to leave people without any intention, and thousands of threads will stir up the spring breeze.

3. Poems about willows

1. Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the cold food and 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 the 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.

< p> 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. It's 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.

< p> 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-driven, as if leaning against the ancient platform against the wind.

How much I hate last year and today, the color of Yugou comes from Dongting.

Willows on the Embankment by Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty The weeping willows have ten thousand threads, weaving farewells when spring comes. At the place where passers-by climb and break, the concubine has her heart broken.

Endowed with willows in a long pavilion. Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty. The willows in the long pavilion are washed by the water, and the water flows through the river. The rain rubs the golden strands thinly, and the smoke is soft and green.

Seeing off guests brings new regrets, and 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 lingering rain lingers on the Ba Bank, and the mist envelopes the Sui River. He has a good reputation, can Qin Song succeed him?

Lonely Willow by Du Mu of Tang Dynasty A willow tree contains smoke, and the wind blows on the ground for a long time. The beautiful woman couldn't bear to be broken and looked back at her delicate hands with regret.

Willow Quatrains by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty. Several trees have newly bloomed and their green shadows are in full bloom. They lean against the wind and are fascinated by the spring. I hate my hometown Fanchuan, half covering the village bridge and half brushing 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 become new. 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 broad 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 down the wind, and the whole body is weak and hangs down to the person. 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 alone. 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.

The Weeping Willow by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty The weeping willow has green hair and velvet hair, and 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 admire 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 it often scares the guests. Barre is hidden away in the mountains.

4. Poems about willow trees

Ode to Willows

Jasper is made up to a tree height, 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.

Riverside Willows

On the edge of the ancient embankment, a green tree smokes. 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.

5. Poems describing willows

Ancient poems describing willows: "Plucking Wei" "The Book of Songs: Plucking Wei" In the past, I left, and the willows clung to them. Now I come to think about them, and the rain and snow are falling. Presented to Willow by Li Shangyin (Tang Dynasty) Zhangtai is in the shadow, and the Ying Road is even more uneven. It is said that it is very romantic, and when I come to be graceful, the bridge is about to break, and the embankment is far away. I can't bear to let the flowers bloom like snow, and the brothel flutters the wine flag. Leaving The pavilion has broken willows and Li Shangyin (Tang Dynasty). For the time being, you can drink wine to get rid of boredom. Don't hurt your frown and thin waist. The only thing you can do before death is to say goodbye. How can the spring breeze cherish the long life? Liu Li Shangyin (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 in the clear autumn, with the setting sun and cicadas! Liu Yong Yuzhi on the Riverside (Tang Dynasty) On the edge of the ancient embankment, there is a green tree smoke. If the silk is unbroken, leave it to tie Lang's boat. Willow Branches Poems by Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty) 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? Weeping Willow Tang Yanqian (Tang Dynasty) There is no love in the spring breeze. Who in the world dares to fight against lightness? The king of Chu planted seeds by the river for no reason, starving his slender waist and failing to learn. Ode to the Willow He Zhizhang (Tang Dynasty) 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. Ode to the Willow Zeng Gong (Song Dynasty) The chaotic strips have not yet turned yellow, leaning against the east wind and going wild. The flying flowers are covered by the sun and moon, and I don’t know that there is clear frost in the sky and the earth. Like a dream order·Yong Liu Cao Xueqin (Qing Dynasty) Is it the embroidered velvet that is left to spit out and rolled up? The fragrant mist half a curtain can be picked up by one's delicate hands, and the cuckoos are singing in the sky. The swallows are jealous. Stay, stay! Don't let the spring light go away. Li E, a poem about willow branches (Qing Dynasty) It's still dark in front of the jade girl's window, and the smoke and rain are getting thicker. The soft yellow color is willing to be used as golden thread to embroider the lovesickness and send it to you. King Lanling·Yong Liu Zhou Bangyan ( Northern Song Dynasty) The willow trees are straight and the smoke is green. On the Sui Dynasty embankment, I have seen it several times, and the water is floating in the water to see off. When I climb up to look at my homeland, who knows the tired travelers from Beijing. Changting Road should be folded with each passing year. A thousand feet away. Looking for old traces leisurely, drinking while mourning, leaving the banquet with the lamp high, pear blossoms and elm fire urging cold food. I am worried that the wind is fast with an arrow, and the waves are warm with half a pole. I turn around and count the posts, looking at people in the north. It is sad. On the side, hatred accumulates. Farewell to the lake lingers, Tianjin is silent, and the setting sun is slowly rising in spring. Holding hands while thinking about the moon and pavilions, listening to the flute on the exposed bridge. Thinking about the past, like in a dream, tears dripping secretly.