Willow poems at dusk

1, wet apricot blossoms with clothes and blow cold willows. -from Song Zhinan's quatrains, short eaves in the shadow of ancient trees

Original: The short awning is shaded by ancient trees, and the stick helps me cross the east of the bridge. The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.

Park the boat and tie it in the shade of an old tree on the shore; Walk across the east side of the bridge with crutches and enjoy the spring scenery. The spring rain seems to wet my clothes on purpose, and it keeps raining. Spring breeze gently brushed people's faces, with a fresh willow breath.

2, the grass grows in February, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke. -Excerpted from "Village Residence" by Gao Ding in Qing Dynasty

In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.

In February of the lunar calendar, the grass gradually germinates and grows, the orioles fly around, and the willows gently brushing the shore are intoxicated by the spring fog. The children in the village came home from school early, and quickly flew kites in the blue sky in the east wind.

3. Why should the flute blame the willow? Spring breeze is not enough for Yumenguan. -two Liangzhou poems written by Wang Zhihuan in the Tang Dynasty.

The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain. Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!

The Yellow River seems to rush out from the white clouds, and Yumenguan is hanging alone in the mountains. Why do you want to complain about the late arrival of spring by playing the plaintive "Yangliuqiu" with Qiangdi? It turns out that the spring breeze around Yumenguan can't blow!

4, the spring city is full of flowers, and the cold food Dongfeng Liu Yu is oblique. -From Han Yi's Cold Food in Tang Dynasty

The spring city is full of flowers, and the cold food is Dongfeng willow. As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.

In Chang 'an in late spring, catkins are flying all over the sky, and there are countless red flowers. Cold food festival, the east wind blows the willow in the imperial city. In the evening, the Han Palace sent candles to the princes and ministers, and the light smoke drifted to the emperor's favorite home.

5, the most ruthless city willow, still smoke cage ten miles embankment. -From Wei Zhuang's Taicheng in the Tang Dynasty.

Original: The rain fell on the river and the grass was neat, and the birds sang in the Six Dynasties. Ruthlessness is a willow in Taicheng, but it is still a smoke cage.

The river is misty and rainy, the river is covered with green grass, and the past of the Six Dynasties is like a dream, leaving only the sad cry of spring birds. The most heartless thing is that the willows in Taicheng are still hanging on the Shili dike like light smoke.

2. Poems about Yangliu, Li Baiyi and Qin E

Yu Xiao's voice was sad and sad. When she woke up from her dream, a string of bright moons were hanging upstairs in Qin. Qin family, every year in the second quarter of the moon, the willow color by the bridge is printed with seven windows for farewell. Looking at the Cold and Autumn Festival, the ancient road leading to Xianyang has been cut off. The sound dust is gone, the west wind is still shining, and the Han tomb is gone.

Meet sb. leave

The willows on the ground are green and heavy, the flowers in the sky fly, the wicker flies, and the pedestrians don't return.

Liangzhou word Wang Zhihuan.

The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain. Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!

Weizhuang Tu Jinling

The rain is falling, the grass is falling, and the birds of the Six Dynasties are singing. Ruthlessness is a willow in Taicheng, but it is still a smoke cage.

How much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain.

Zhu He. Sapphire case

A wisp of smoke hangs like a willow, so there is no reason to live in Lanzhou.

Zhou Zizhi. Tashahang

Leisure is the most bitter, don't lean on the fence, the sun goes down, and the future is bright.

Xin Qiji. Touch the fish

Fine, it seems that it is not easy, it is a crystal tear.

Su Shi. Shuilongyin

Cold and sad. Yes, Changting is late. The shower began to stop. All the cars are full of drinks. Nostalgia Lanzhou urges hair. Hold hands and look at each other with tears.

I was speechless and choked up. Read it. A thousand miles of smoke. Twilight sank into the sky. Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. Worse.

Cold and autumn festival. Where to wake up tonight. There is a breeze and a waning moon on the bank of Yangliu. Many years later, it should be a beautiful moment in name only. There are many kinds of customs, who are you talking to? -Liu Yong. Yulinling

One spring night, Li Bai heard the flute in Los Angeles.

Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.

In this serenade, I heard the breaking sound of willow trees. No one can miss home!

3. Poems about Kua Liu: Chant Liu (1) Tanghe Zhangzhi Jasper (2) Make-up (3) Grow into a tree (4) Tall, with ten thousand pieces of green silk hanging down (5).

I don't know who will cut off the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Note (1) Willow: willow, deciduous tree or shrub, with long and narrow leaves and many kinds.

This poem describes weeping willows. ⑵ Jasper: Bright green jade.

Here is a metaphor for the bright green willow leaves in spring. (3) make-up: decorate and dress up.

(4) a tree: full of trees. One, full, full.

In China's classical poems and articles, the use of quantifiers does not necessarily mean exact numbers. The "ten thousand" in the next sentence is of great significance.

Tapestry: a rope made of silk. Silk tapestry: Describe a wicker like a ribbon.

[6] Cutting: cutting, using a knife or scissors to divide a flaky object into several parts. (7) February: February in the lunar calendar is the mid-spring season.

Like: like, like. Willow is dressed as jasper like a beautiful woman, and thousands of wickers are like her green ribbon.

Do you know who cut the delicate willow leaves? It was the spring breeze in February like scissors! This is an object-chanting poem, which expresses the poet's infinite love for spring by praising willow trees. The first three sentences of this appreciation poem are all about willow trees.

The first sentence "Jasper makes the tree high" refers to the whole, saying that the high willow is made of Jasper. Use "Jasper" to describe the green crystal of willow and highlight its color beauty.

The second sentence, "A tapestry of ten thousand strands of moss hangs down", is about willow branches, saying that drooping willow branches are like ten thousand ribbons, highlighting their gentle beauty. The third sentence "I don't know who cut the thin leaves" is to write willow leaves, highlighting the delicate and delicate modeling beauty of willow leaves.

The three poems are divided into different parts, and each sentence has its own characteristics. The third sentence and the fourth sentence constitute rhetorical questions.

"I wonder who cut the thin leaves?" -ask yourself; "The spring breeze in February is like scissors." -self-answer.

This question and answer, from willow cleverness to spring breeze. It is said that cutting out these delicate willow leaves can certainly cut out bright green and bright red flowers and plants.

It symbolizes the vitality of nature and the creativity of spring. This poem eulogizes the infinite creativity of spring by praising the willow tree.

4. Poems describing willows can be used to sing willow lyrics.

Yang Liuan Xiaofeng Canyue

It's bloom in the morning, so lying down is better than lying down.

Smoke willow painting bridge,

Thousands of green tapestries hang down, and the living room is green and willow-colored.

Little catkins are blowing on the branches,

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the grass in the sea is growing.

Willow trees pile up into smoke,

The spring breeze in February is like scissors. I regret teaching my husband to find seals.

Flowers are everywhere in Spring City.

There is a well there.

Weicheng is a city of light dust and rain, and it is still ten miles away.

Why should a strong enemy complain about the willow? The warbler wears a willow belt, and the wind curtain is green. There are hundreds of thousands of families.

Suddenly, I saw the willow color in the stranger's head, and the cold food was slanting.

Ruthless is Taicheng Liu.

He zhangzhi

Jasper makeup is as high as a tree, and the curtain is not heavy.

Willow shade is straight, smoke is bright and blue.

The weak willows are yellow and full of ducks, and the spring breeze is not enough to cross Yumen Pass.

Weicheng Yuchao Town is dim and dusty.

5. Poems describing dusk In front of Bai Juyi's independent Buddhist temple at dusk in the Tang Dynasty, the ground was full of Sophora japonica cicadas.

Generally, the heart is always bitter at four o'clock, and the time of heartache is autumn. Spring village Tang Bai Juyi February village garden warm, mulberry Dai Shengfei.

Farmers plow old valleys, and silkworms pray for new clothes. Cattle and horses are far from the wind, and chickens and dolphins are too rare.

At dusk, on the forest road, drums and flutes play for the gods. Looking back at Baijuyi River in Jiangzhou in the Tang Dynasty, I can see the double flower table and know that it is the west gate of Xunyang.

Or go to a lonely boat for three or four miles, and the hookah sand rain will come to dusk. Wei Zihua Tang Bai Juyi's four views on paper quietness, bell and drum tower engraved with long gaps.

Who is the companion sitting alone at dusk? Wei Zi Flower versus Ziweilang. Last month, the evening tide of Baorong in Tang Dynasty set in Nansha Ming, and the moonlight in autumn covered with sand and snow.

Hydrology is neither smoky nor swaying, and the plain is cold and empty. Sitting alone in Tang Du Fu's sorrow, returning, and carrying a lonely city on crutches.

Rivers converge, the mainland emerges, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the wind is crisp. Cang Ming's service failed, and Zhu Bi lost his life.

Appreciate this yellow bird and throw it at Lin Yu. In the Tang Dynasty, it was dusk in the north of Du Fu Chu Palace, and raindrops were printed in the west of Baidicheng.

Back to the river, over the cliff, back to the clouds and trees, lost the mountain village. Lung disease in old age is just to sit back and relax, and close the door early when you are worried.

Don't stay in the chaos for a long time, the south has no soul. There are many song and dance performances in Yan Tang Tumu Painting Gallery, but people who go to the club don't watch them.

The dragon is the companion of Jiang Loushi, but he still needs to lean on the fence at dusk. The crow Tang Du Mu disturbed and rummaged, and the cold smoke rose at dusk.

Mao deceives the queen's hair, and her voice feels Chu Ji's string. Under the wind, the frost forest fell asleep with its wings.

Just like traveling to the west, it can't be white. There are still many remnants of snow in the Han nest of the Tang Dynasty, and the fragrance is still endless.

At dusk, the moon is melancholy and white, and the Qingming rain is too thin and red. The grass under the tree is clean, and the wind on the wall is urgent.

On this day, in the sad place of Xiyuan, a song water flowed eastward. Wuqiqu Tang Baima chased Zhu Che, and entered the narrow slope at dusk.

Narrow willows fight for the night, but branches don't fly to the house. The young woman in the East Room joined the army. Every time she heard a crow, she knew it was dark.

Li Shangyin, in the Tang Dynasty of Leyou Mausoleum, had the shadow of twilight in his heart, and I drove forward in Leyou Mausoleum. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

The residual red in the fallen flowers of Tang and Li provoked the poetic demon, which had nothing to do with homesickness. At dawn, the golden valley is windy.

Rotating around the running water, pieces of light stick to the short sand. Who knows that the door is locked, and it is drizzling at dusk.

Wei Zhuang's autumn wine in the Tang Dynasty is easy to wake up, as long as sorrow. At dusk, leaning against the bar does not return, and the sound of green wind and rain breaks my heart.

Jiang Ting looked at Song Wenzhi in the late Tang Dynasty, soaking in the clouds and leaving the village in the smoke. Birds return to the sand with traces, while sails cross the waves without traces.

Looking at the water to know the softness, looking at the mountain to break the soul. Indulge in it, and the horse will return at dusk.

Autumn looks long, tangliu is short and sand is long, and the rain is slightly smoky. In front of the mountain in western Western jackdaw, Du Qu was alone at dusk.

Chunchouzhuang's own spring worries are killing his soul, and he can't bear to miss his grandson. The falling flowers are silent and the rain is hazy, and no one in the deep courtyard leans against the door alone.

Autumn, pottery, Gu Huai, thin smoke, sad night cries, independent dusk. Looking south, a flock of new geese went to Tingzhou.

General Lonely Tang, the valley is the stronghold, and the weather is dusk. Spring sorrow is still drunk, tears and wine marks on my clothes.

Mountain garden, small beautiful pine forest, countless fragrant buildings shaking to the small garden. "Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."

Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms. Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood golden urn.

Autumn night, pine and bamboo Shu Zhen slender crescent hanging dusk, people want to break their souls in the secluded boudoir. The letterhead was opened and changed, but the glass was raised again.

Snuff is heartbreaking and the sleeves are long and tearful. Regret is more than romantic feelings. It should be noted that love is the root of trouble.

Huanxi Shashong, Li Qingzhao indifferent to spring cold food, jade stove hookah, dream back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers. Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing.

The voice is slow, Song Qingzhao is looking for it, cold and clear, sad and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.

Three glasses of light wine, how can you object to his coming late and rushing! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling.

This time, what a sad sentence! Drunk flowers, Song Yin, Li Qingzhao, mist, thick clouds and sorrow forever, refreshing the mind and eliminating the golden beast. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.

Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Do not die.

West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers. Ruan Lang Gui Song Su Shi Xiang Piao dusk.

The tree in front of the hall is spring. Why does the east wind enter the west neighbor?

Children often close the door. Snow is cold, jade is true.

The cheek powder is uneven. Fold flowers and send them to Lingtou people.

Sunset in Jiangnan. Yu Meiren Song Sushi's ice muscles are naturally thin.

After that, it was even more divided. The days are long, and the curtains look at dusk.

Evening, turn to ecstasy. You also know that lovesickness is bitter.

How can you have the heart to throw away slaves? I took the trouble to climb the mountain.

I'm afraid it's easier to be a stranger than a stranger. Like a dream, the courtyard of Nalan is clear and sunny, and the language is dense and shallow.

Do you know the heart? Old grievances and new love are 50/50. Who saw it? Who saw it? The pillow was dyed red with tears.

6. What are the ancient poems describing "a bright village with a dark willow"? My clothes are wet and I want to wet apricot flowers and rain, and my face is not cold.

_ _ _ _ Zhinan's "Jueju" red crisp hands, yellow wine, and spring willows in the city. _ _ _ _ Lu You's "Chai Feng Hong Crisp Hands" refused to marry Feng Chun, but it was misunderstood by the autumn wind for no reason.

_ _ _ _ He Zhu's "Heart Bitter Willow Back to the Pond" has little willow cotton blowing on its branches. There are many fish in the sea.

_ _ _ _ Su Shi's "Spring Scenery in Hua Lian" Why should the Qiang flute blame the willow? The spring breeze is only Yumenguan. _ _ _ _ Wang Zhihuan's "Two Liangzhou Ci Poems, the First Part" is the most ruthless one, and it is still a smoke cage.

_ _ _ _ Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng" Yesterday, I left, and Yang Liu Yiyi. _ _ _ _ Anonymous's "Picking the EU" is still the same, still, people and poplars are thin.

_ _ _ _ Qin Guanchun dream, a gust of wind, catkin fragrance shop, a girl Wu poured wine to persuade me to come. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "A Restaurant Parting from Nanjing" rolls willow on the edge of the city and green on mulberry.

_ _ _ _ Zhang's "Spring Boudoir Thinking" has long grass in February, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke. _ _ _ _ Gao Ding's "Village Residence" Jasper is dressed as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries.

_ _ _ _ What's "Liu Shang Ci/Liu Zhi" Spring City is full of flowers, and the east wind is cold and willow is oblique. _ _ _ _ Han Yi's "Cold Food Festival/Cold Food Festival is Things" The most beneficial thing in the spring of a year is definitely better than cigarettes and willows.

_ _ _ _ Han Yu's "Early Spring is a member of the Ministry of Water Affairs/Early Spring Rain/Early Spring" Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. _ _ _ _ Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu/Send Yuan Er An Xi" has been fragrant for forty years, but Shen Yuan Liu Lao does not blow cotton.

_ _ _ _ Lu You's "Two Poems of Shenyuan" is light catkin wind and fine pear flower rain. _ _ _ _ Xie Yi's "Walking on the waves, the catkins are light and the breeze is light" Huayang Jade Pod has no talent, but it can solve the problem of flying all over the sky.

_ _ _ _ Han Yu's "Late Spring" The willow tree is overcast, and the residual flowers fall to see the warbler. _ _ _ _ Wu's "Chun Xing" and Yang's "The Head of the Yangtze River" and the fear of killing people crossing the river.

_ _ _ _ Zheng Gu's "Farewell to Friends in Huaishang" is crazy, catkins go with the wind, and fine peach blossoms chase water. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's "Nine Poems and Five Poems" Zhangtailiu, Zhangtailiu, was it green in the past? _ _ _ _ Han Yi's Poems by Zhang Tailiu and Liu Jishi, how deep the courtyard is, the willows pile up smoke, and the curtains are not complicated.

_ _ _ _ Ouyang Xiu How deep is the courtyard? Willow trees are green in Jiang Shuiping, and I hear the songs on the Langjiang River. _ _ _ _ Liu Yuxi's "Two Poems on Bamboo Branches, Part I" has a faint plum blossom fragrance, and the wicker is beginning to dry.

_ _ _ _ Cao Xueqin's "Xiang Ling Yong Yue Er" Willow on Wuqing Dike by the river to ask new worries, what happens every year? _ _ _ _ Feng Yansi "Magpie treads, who abandons leisure for a long time" falls on Baihuazhou, and Xiangyanlou still exists. _ _ _ _ Cao Xueqin's "Tang Duoling Catkin" There are no tears in spring, the clouds are full of shadows, and the moon is shy.

_ _ _ _ Wu Wenying's "Huanxisha, Door Separated Flowers, Dream Deep, Old Tour" Willow and Dongfeng Tree, Jade River. _ _ _ _ Wang Zhihuan's "Farewell" The spring breeze does not lift the ban on Huayang, and Meng Meng jumps about on the sidewalk.

_ _ _ _ Yan Shu's "The Trail is Red and Sparse" Wan Li mourns the high city, and the twilight is like Tingzhou. _ _ _ _ Xu Hun's "Xianyang East Building/Xianyang West Building Overlooking at Night/West Gate", the east wind blows willows, after the rain clears, the grass sets.

_ _ _ _ Qin Guan's "Hua Tang Chun Chun Qing" is in a gloomy garden surrounded by grass and willows. _ _ _ _ The nameless grass by the green river.