Landscape poems by the pond

The poem about the willow beside the pond is 1. What ancient poems will willow trees by the pond think of?

1, Li Bai's memory of 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 Louyue, willow color year after year, Baling died.

Leyuan Scenic Area (5) In the clear autumn, the ancient Xianyang Road was silent. The west wind kissed the light of the sun, and in front of us were the tombs and palaces of the Han Dynasty.

2. Juyuan Yang's "Fu Liu Bie Zheng Wai"

Willow is full of smoke and spring, climbing pedestrians every year. Good wind defecates with low branches, and does not send moss to sweep the road dust.

3. Dai Shulun's "Ford Field Ting Liu"

The pavilion is full of water. Rain is thin and smoke is soft. Seeing the guests off adds new hatred, and listening to the songbirds reminisce about the past. How can I get late autumn with more discounts?

4. Yang Liuzhi of Liu Yuxi.

Outside the city, the spring breeze blows the wine flag and pedestrians wave at sunset. Chang 'an is a stranger to infinite trees, and only weeping willows can leave.

5. Yang Liuzhi, Zhou Dehua

Qingjiang Qianliu was the Boss Bridge twenty years ago. I once said goodbye to my lover's bridge, but I haven't heard from him since.

6. Li Bai's Grandma Pavilion

The saddest place in the world is this farewell acie law. Spring breeze will also want to leave the pain of parting, instead of urging this willow tree to turn green.

7. Luo Yin's Liu

It's sunny on the shore, so it's hard to say goodbye. I'm still uncertain about my flying flocks, and I'm trying to solve the problem of tripping over passers-by.

2. What ancient poems will be remembered by the willows by the pond? 10.

The quatrains are one of the nine.

Du Fu (Tang)

It is said that the scenery along the Chunjiang River is Yan Fang, and the third spring is coming. How can it not be sad?

Crazy catkins dance with the wind, and fine peach blossoms chase water.

Suzhou willow tree

Tang Bai Juyi

Jinguyuan is graceful and graceful, and Qujiang Pavilion is swaying.

Old people parade everywhere, unlike Suzhou, where there are the most willows.

Floccules on baldness touch your face, leaving you helpless in spring.

Fudechang Liu Ting

Don Dai Shulun

The pavilion is full of water. The rain grinds the gold thread thin and the smoke soft.

Seeing the guests off adds new hatred, and listening to the songbirds reminisce about the past. Give more and take more, and you will get late autumn.

3. Poems describing willows by the lake

Yuanbao Liu He Jasper is decorated as a tree high, hanging a moss tapestry for thousands of years.

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Bai Juyi, a tree in Qingmen Liutang, was heartbroken and once fell into the hatred of several people.

Send more farewells near the Doumen, and fold the strip in half to reduce the spring breeze. At the beginning of the strange cloud in Chang' an Guangjiu, the yellow willow has been new.

The sky is different from the garden, and spring comes first. The color is light and slightly dew, and the silk is light but not dusty.

I want to break one and go back to this morning. Linchuan sees the new willow and Tang Cui, but he doesn't see the river head for three or four days, and Liu Laojin is at the bridge.

The south bank of the bank crosses the north, and it is filled with rain and smoke. The place where my hometown leads my dreams is twice as prosperous and declining as other countries.

The grass in Tingzhou is all the same color, and everyone knows how to kill it. When the wind is slow in Liutang and Cuizhang, smoke is dragged and water is blown.

If you annoy the general, you will be tied to a short branch. Zhang Lang's bones are soft and thin, and her waist is light and hungry.

My hometown has not returned, and my heart hurts. The topic of Liu Tang is all over the world, where shadows dance.

Emerald color can't be folded, leave more feelings. Caged on the shore after the rain, smoke on the Suihe River.

It has its own good name, followed by Qin Song. Du Mu of Tang Dynasty in Liu Xin, the wind can't move, and his waist looks like envy.

The shade didn't cover the long dike water, and the golden spike greeted Yuan Chun first. A few sad roads, a branch, the rain sees the dust.

More is the departure outside the east gate, fearing to kill the opposite person. Liu Jue said that several trees of Du Mu in Tang Dynasty have newly opened green shadows, and they are full of amorous feelings, so they are fascinated by spring.

Fan Chuan, the old country hates her, half built the village bridge and half blew the stream. Liu tang style shakes, and the embankment is soft and silky.

You'll know when you're strong, but it's hard to persist when you're weak. Learn to dance branches and turn sleeves to make up Ye Mei.

How to climb, bosom friend and poetry. A cage of gold thread bent the bridge of Liutang Hanwo, and several children broke her waist.

But the spirit and standard are there, and spring is still long. Liu Tang and Han Cong broke the green strips in willow songs and moved to Jindian to plant blue clouds.

Shang Yang's maid-in-waiting made a noise and then came back to dance with her waist. At the end of Liu, Tang and Han dynasties, the snow was pouring, the shadows were hazy, the warm wind was late, and the early warbler returned.

If you leave spring with thin leaves, you must tie the long strips to shine. Pengze is still depressed, and the Sui embankment is ownerless and reluctant.

In the world, people hate this, but pedestrians give it away. Hanwo, who was in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, couldn't resist the rain and dragged the wind, and his whole body was powerless to hang down to people.

Jade fiber is folded, like the hand of Guanyin. Liu Tang, Li Jiao, Liu Yang, dense, golden embankment evergreen.

Flowers are like snow in front of the courtyard, and leaves are like clouds between the buildings. The column is divided into Dragon Shadow and Fangchi writes Phoenix.

How to play the flute? It's like thinking about you. In the Tang Dynasty, Li Shangyin lived in a small and graceful garden, which was graceful to the east of Quchi.

The fairy clothes are full of wind when she hangs down to the ground. Seven sages are better at bamboo, and three products are pine.

Heartbroken spirit and temple, the first royal jade seat is empty. By the time of Liu Tang, the snow in Jiangnan and Jiangbei described by Li Shangyin began to disappear.

Ba 'an has climbed the guest's hand, and Chu Palace has danced first. Qingming brings rain to the official road, and the night wind blows the wild bridge.

If the thread is like silk, it is hatred, and Wang Sungui has a long way to go. During the Liu Tang period, Li Shangyin danced with Dongfeng and swam in the Spring Garden.

How to get to the late autumn season, it's already sunset, and Qiu Chan laments a scene. Liu Tang Jong Li turned away from the pavilion, and spring was full of hands.

Flowers are not gorgeous, but soft and affectionate. The moon clips the river, and the wind shakes the wild warbler.

Suidi March dusk, flying catkins want to vertical and horizontal. A cluster of blue smoke locks the Luoyinyu Building in Liutang, with half-hanging columns and half-hanging ditches.

There will be more new articles next year, and the spring breeze has not stopped. Liu You is a gift given by you in ancient times, and has been reborn many times.

Five plants lean on the deep Ming house, and thousands of trees hang low in Taiwei camp. There is smoke and jade in the water, and the sound of warblers leaves rain.

Emperor Yangdi's bank was reluctant to leave, which made the song at that time blow. During the Liu Tang period, Pei Shuo brushed the dangerous building high and the dust low, and Baqiao climbed a product.

Thought is a heartless tree. You don't know how to welcome people but give them away. Wu Rong, a poet in Liu Tang, is a land of singing, and does not teach flowers as a medium.

Fine response and rain break, light only love wind shear. It's good to brush the brocade barrier, but don't build a bronze sparrow terrace.

There are thousands of trees in Baling, and they don't leave at dusk. Liu Huan's lonely gold bars are slightly coquettish, and they report to the Spring Festival first every year.

Unlock the cage and fly to extend the scenery instead of chasing flowers in the evening. Birds make cicadas look disappointed, and smoke dances and shakes water.

After five famous Taoists, I saw that the glory of species is rare. In the Tang Dynasty, Feng Xue, a delicate plant, was frightened by the wind and injured itself, and her thoughts were melodious at dusk.

I once wandered with Zimo, and dared to caress Zhu Lan to argue with her. Flying, flapping like ice and snow.

Mo Ling's road climbs frequently, and gradually plans to hang curtains to the painting hall. Ting Liu Tang Yao is a willow branch, when the porch is mixed, it hangs.

Yin is always * * * dense, and each article is appropriate. Because dependence seems to be permanent, knotting will be more painful.

Love this beautiful spring, the autumn wind does not blow. Liu Tang, Zhang Xu, the smoky land, and the buildings on the edge of the city are full of spring thoughts.

Please take a closer look at the romantic feeling, without reducing the spirit and time in the temple. Liutang Zhenggu Half Smoke and Half Rain River Bridge, Taoshan Road reflects apricot.

You will leave people with infinite meaning, and thousands of things will anger the spring breeze.

4. Willow Poems

Bai Juyi, a tree in Qingmen Liutang, was heartbroken and once fell into the hatred of several people.

Send more farewells near the Doumen, and fold the strip in half to reduce the spring breeze. At the beginning of the strange cloud in Chang' an Guangjiu, the yellow willow has been new.

The sky is different from the garden, and spring comes first. The color is light and slightly dew, and the silk is light but not dusty.

I want to break one and go back to this morning. Linchuan sees the new willow and Tang Cui, but he doesn't see the river head for three or four days, and Liu Laojin is at the bridge.

The south bank of the bank crosses the north, and it is filled with rain and smoke. The place where my hometown leads my dreams is twice as prosperous and declining as other countries.

The grass in Tingzhou is all the same color, and everyone knows how to kill it. When the wind is slow in Liutang and Cuizhang, smoke is dragged and water is blown.

If you annoy the general, you will be tied to a short branch. Zhang Lang's bones are soft and thin, and her waist is light and hungry.

My hometown has not returned, and my heart hurts. The topic of Liu Tang is all over the world, where shadows dance.

Emerald color can't be folded, leave more feelings. Caged on the shore after the rain, smoke on the Suihe River.

It has its own good name, followed by Qin Song. Du Mu of Tang Dynasty in Liu Xin, the wind can't move, and his waist looks like envy.

The shade didn't cover the long dike water, and the golden spike greeted Yuan Chun first. A few sad roads, a branch, the rain sees the dust.

More is the departure outside the east gate, fearing to kill the opposite person. Liu Jue said that several trees of Du Mu in Tang Dynasty have newly opened green shadows, and they are full of amorous feelings, so they are fascinated by spring.

Fan Chuan, the old country hates her, half built the village bridge and half blew the stream. Liu tang style shakes, and the embankment is soft and silky.

You'll know when you're strong, but it's hard to persist when you're weak. Learn to dance branches and turn sleeves to make up Ye Mei.

How to climb, bosom friend and poetry. A cage of gold thread bent the bridge of Liutang Hanwo, and several children broke her waist.

But the spirit and standard are there, and spring is still long. Liu Tang and Han Cong broke the green strips in willow songs and moved to Jindian to plant blue clouds.

Shang Yang's maid-in-waiting made a noise and then came back to dance with her waist. At the end of Liu, Tang and Han dynasties, the snow was pouring, the shadows were hazy, the warm wind was late, and the early warbler returned.

If you leave spring with thin leaves, you must tie the long strips to shine. Pengze is still depressed, and the Sui embankment is ownerless and reluctant.

In the world, people hate this, but pedestrians give it away. Hanwo, who was in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, couldn't resist the rain and dragged the wind, and his whole body was powerless to hang down to people.

Jade fiber is folded, like the hand of Guanyin. He Biyu in the Tang Dynasty, dressed as a tree, hung with ten thousand green silks.

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Liu Tang, Li Jiao, Liu Yang, dense, golden embankment evergreen.

Flowers are like snow in front of the courtyard, and leaves are like clouds between the buildings. The column is divided into Dragon Shadow and Fangchi writes Phoenix.

How to play the flute? It's like thinking about you. In the Tang Dynasty, Li Shangyin lived in a small and graceful garden, which was graceful to the east of Quchi.

The fairy clothes are full of wind when she hangs down to the ground. Seven sages are better at bamboo, and three products are pine.

Heartbroken spirit and temple, the first royal jade seat is empty. By the time of Liu Tang, the snow in Jiangnan and Jiangbei described by Li Shangyin began to disappear.

Ba 'an has climbed the guest's hand, and Chu Palace has danced first. Qingming brings rain to the official road, and the night wind blows the wild bridge.

If the thread is like silk, it is hatred, and Wang Sungui has a long way to go. During the Liu Tang period, Li Shangyin danced with Dongfeng and swam in the Spring Garden.

How to get to the late autumn season, it's already sunset, and Qiu Chan laments a scene. Liu Tang Jong Li turned away from the pavilion, and spring was full of hands.

Flowers are not gorgeous, but soft and affectionate. The moon clips the river, and the wind shakes the wild warbler.

Suidi March dusk, flying catkins want to vertical and horizontal. A cluster of blue smoke locks the Luoyinyu Building in Liutang, with half-hanging columns and half-hanging ditches.

There will be more new articles next year, and the spring breeze has not stopped. Liu You is a gift given by you in ancient times, and has been reborn many times.

Five plants lean on the deep Ming house, and thousands of trees hang low in Taiwei camp. There is smoke and jade in the water, and the sound of warblers leaves rain.

Emperor Yangdi's bank was reluctant to leave, which made the song at that time blow. During the Liu Tang period, Pei Shuo brushed the dangerous building high and the dust low, and Baqiao climbed a product.

Thought is a heartless tree. You don't know how to welcome people but give them away. Wu Rong, a poet in Liu Tang, is a land of singing, and does not teach flowers as a medium.

Fine response and rain break, light only love wind shear. It's good to brush the brocade barrier, but don't build a bronze sparrow terrace.

There are thousands of trees in Baling, and they don't leave at dusk. Liu Huan's lonely gold bars are slightly coquettish, and they report to the Spring Festival first every year.

Unlock the cage and fly to extend the scenery instead of chasing flowers in the evening. Birds make cicadas look disappointed, and smoke dances and shakes water.

After five famous Taoists, I saw that the glory of species is rare. In the Tang Dynasty, Feng Xue, a delicate plant, was frightened by the wind and injured itself, and her thoughts were melodious at dusk.

I once wandered with Zimo, and dared to caress Zhu Lan to argue with her. Flying, flapping like ice and snow.

Mo Ling's road climbs frequently, and gradually plans to hang curtains to the painting hall. Ting Liu Tang Yao is a willow branch, when the porch is mixed, it hangs.

Yin is always * * * dense, and each article is appropriate. Because dependence seems to be permanent, knotting will be more painful.

Love this beautiful spring, the autumn wind does not blow. Liu Tang, Zhang Xu, the smoky land, and the buildings on the edge of the city are full of spring thoughts.

Please take a closer look at the romantic feeling, without reducing the spirit and time in the temple. Liutang Zhenggu Half Smoke and Half Rain River Bridge, Taoshan Road reflects apricot.

You will leave people with infinite meaning, and thousands of things will anger the spring breeze.

5. Poems describing willows by the river

Liu jueju

Dondum

A group of trees are newly opened, and they are fascinated by the amorous feelings of spring.

Fan Chuan, the old country hates her, half built the village bridge and half blew the stream.

willow

Tangfanggan

The swaying posture makes the wind blow, and the embankment is softer than silk. You'll know when you're strong, but it's hard to persist when you're weak.

Learn to dance branches and turn sleeves to make up Ye Mei. How to climb, bosom friend and poetry.

willow

Tang hanhe

A cage of golden thread bends the bridge, and several children hurt their backs.

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

willow

Don

The green belt in willow songs moved away from the Golden Temple and planted in Lv Yun.

Shang Yang's maid-in-waiting made a noise and then came back to dance with her waist.

6. Willow Poems

willow

Jasper is dressed as a tree, and thousands of strands of green silk tapestries hang down. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Riverside willow

The ancient embankment curled up and a tree smoked. If the silk does not stop, keep the boat.

Tiliu

The south is far from the north, and the shadow dances here. Emerald color can't be folded, leave more feelings.

Caged on the shore after the rain, smoke on the Suihe River. Bai has his own good name, and he followed it.

Liu Du

A cigarette willow shakes the wind for a long time. The beauty could not bear to fold and looked back at her hand.

Liu jueju

Several newly opened trees, with neat shadows and various customs, are fascinated by spring.

Fan Chuan, the old country hates her, half built the village bridge and half blew the stream.

willow

The swaying makes the wind blow, and the embankment is as soft as silk. You'll know when you're strong, but it's hard to persist when you're weak.

Learn to dance branches and turn sleeves to make up Ye Mei. How to climb, bosom friend and poetry.

willow

A cage of golden thread bends the bridge, and several children hurt their backs.

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

7. Willow Poems

Why should a strong brother complain about willow? Spring is not enough.

Advocate the building to open the door, garden willow yiyi. Birds sing to know the age, and articles change to know the spring.

Willow has many short branches, and many short branches leave. The ceremony is far and tired, and the soft strips hang down.

Delicate willows, holding this to send lovers. How expensive is a branch? Compassion is the spring in my hometown.

The Buddha's head in Xijiang spits out buds and fragrant Yuquan. The two strands of gold hairpin have met and will not leave each other.

Wickerwork don't have to worry, there are countless ties. Mountains and rivers, ancient and modern roads are endless.

Miscellaneous songs Yesterday's salt. Weeping willows covered with gold dike

Vicki Zhao; zhao Wei

In the new year, weeping willows turn to empty boudoir. I'm not afraid of wheatgrass, I cry for parting.

Because of the wind floating jade households, the golden embankment reflects the sun. When will the post be sent, also give it to Longxi.

Miscellaneous songs Yang Liuzhi

Bai Juyi

A tree with thousands of branches in the spring breeze is softer than gold and softer than silk.

In the wild garden in the west corner of Yongfeng, no one has ever belonged to that person.

One tree decays from the soil, and two branches flourish in the sky.

This spring, after knowing this mysterious image, Liu Su added two stars to the light.

Spring pool willow

Li Shimin

In 2006, the willow changed into a pool platform, and the dike went straight back. Go with the flow and bring the shadow to the wind.

A bird can remove yellow, but several eyebrows can open. It snows on the spring shore, and the early plum blossoms are uneven.

willow

Xu Zhang

The tobacco rod hangs down and the spring thoughts are at the edge of the city.

Please take a closer look at the romantic feeling, without reducing the spirit and time in the temple.

Liu Bian

Du Fu

Only when plum blossoms are in bloom will you know that Liu Ye is new here. Branches always reach out to the ground, and leaves are spring.

Purple swallows turn their wings, but orioles don't show. Hannan should be old. He should stay away from his troubles.

willow

Tang He Zhang Zhi

Jasper dressed up as a tree,

Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down.

I don't know who cut off the thin leaves,

The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

8. The poem about willow is as follows.

Wei Cai

Recalling the original exploration, the wind in Yang Liuyi was blowing in the wind; Now back on the road, snowflakes are flying everywhere. The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry.

Qin E, Li Baiyi

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!