Seek poems describing willows by the lake.

Tang Dynasty: He Zhangzhi

Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Translation:

Tall willows are covered with new green leaves, and drooping willows are fluttering gently like thousands of green ribbons.

I don't know who cut this thin willow leaf like magic scissors, and that is the spring breeze in February.

2. "Green Gate Willow"

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

A green tree is sad, it has been separated from hatred by several people. ?

Send more farewells near the Doumen, and fold the strip in half to reduce the spring breeze.

Translation:

The blue of willow leaves is a sad color, and many parting people are separated in such a situation.

The nearby checkpoint is also surrounded by people who bid farewell, and everyone folds willows to bid farewell to their parting friends.

3. "New Willow"

Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli

Wicker brushed a hundred feet of silver pond. It was dark green with only light yellow.

Wicker can not be dipped in water, but the willow shadow in the water guides him to grow.

Translation:

Long wicker gently brushed the silver pond, and the tender willow leaves were not dark or green at all, leaving only a touch of light green goose yellow.

Although the wicker looks very long, it does not extend into the water, but the reflection in the water lengthens it.

4. "Yu Linling, cold and sad"

Song Dynasty: Liu Yong

The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.

Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?

Translation:

Qiu Chan's cry was bleak and urgent. In the evening, facing the pavilion, the shower just stopped. I hosted a farewell dinner in the suburbs of Kyoto, but I was not in the mood to drink. When I was reluctant to go, the people on board were already urging me to start.

Hold each other's hands, look at each other with tears, and choke. It's a long road in Xiu Yuan, with a thousand miles of smoke and waves, and the mist in the evening hangs over the southern sky, deep and vast, with no end.

Since ancient times, sentimental people have always been sad for parting, not to mention in this cold and desolate autumn! Who knows where I will wake up tonight? I'm afraid only Liu 'an faces the sharp morning breeze and the waning moon at dawn.

I've been away for a long time, and it's estimated that even if I meet good weather and scenery, it's just like nothing. Even if there is full affection, who will tell?

5. Liu

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

I used to chase the east wind, just like a dancer dancing at a banquet. It was a spring full of flowers, and people were playing in Leyuan Scenic Area. ?

How to get to the late autumn season, it's already sunset, and Qiu Chan laments a scene.

Translation:

I used to chase the east wind, just like a dancer at a party. At that time, it was a spring day full of flowers, and people were playing in Leyuan Scenic Area.

Why is it late autumn? It's already sunset, and Qiu Chan is moaning.