What are the poems about willows? What are the poems about willow leaves?

What are the poems about willows? What are the poems about willow leaves?

1, "Singing Willow"

Tang He Zhang Zhi

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.

2. "Green Gate Willow"

Tang 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.

3. Chang 'an Liu Xin

light

At the beginning of nine strange clouds, yellow willows are 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.

4. "Seeing New Willow in Linchuan"

Tangcui road

I haven't seen Jiangtou for three or four days, and Liu Laojin is near 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.

5. Liu

Tangcui road

When the wind slows down, when the smoke blows water.

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.

6. "Topic Willow"

Tang dihuan

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.

It has its own good name, followed by Qin Song.

7. "New Willow"

Don Dumu

The wind can't shake, the color is new, and the waist is envious.

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.

8. "Liu Jueju"

Don Dumu

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.

9. Liu

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 Street 10

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 1 1

Don hancong

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.

Willow Street 12

Tang Han Gai

The snow is all green and hazy, the warm wind is late, and the early warbler returns.

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.

13, "Singing Willow"

Tang hanhe

The wind and rain are not self-sustaining, and the whole body is unable to hang down to people.

Jade fiber is folded, like the hand of Guanyin.

Willow Street 14

Tang liqiao

Liu Yang is full of gloom, and the golden land is always green.

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.

15, weeping willow

Tang Li Shangyin

In the graceful little garden, there is a graceful Quchi East.

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.

Willow Street 16

Tang Li Shangyin

The snow in Jiangnan and Jiangbei began to disappear and the desert was pale yellow.

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.

Willow Street 17

Tang 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.

18, Title Willow

Tang Lizhong

Folding away from the pavilion, the spring is 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.

19, Dongyan

Tang Libai

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 west wind kissed the light of the sun, and in front of us were the tombs and palaces of the Han Dynasty.

20. Always in my heart

Don Wang Changling

I don't know how to worry in my boudoir, so I put on makeup in spring and went to Cuilou.

Suddenly I saw the green willows, and I felt uncomfortable; Oh, I regret that I shouldn't have asked my husband to find Hou Feng. ...

Willow poems

Liu Yong and 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.

Maoliu

Tang 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.

Chang 'an Liu Xin

Don

At the beginning of nine strange clouds, yellow willows are 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.

Look at the new willow in Linchuan

Sugar crisp rice

I haven't seen Jiangtou for three or four days, and Liu Laojin is near 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.

willow

Sugar crisp rice

When the wind slows down, when the smoke blows water. 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.

Tiliu

Tang dihuan

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. It has its own good name, followed by Qin Song.

Liu Xin

Dondum

The wind can't shake, the color is new, and the waist is envious.

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 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.

willow

Tang Han Gai

The snow is all green and hazy, the warm wind is late, and the early warbler returns.

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.

willow

Tang hanhe

The wind and rain are not self-sustaining, and the whole body is unable to hang down to people.

Jade fiber is folded, like the hand of Guanyin.

willow

Tangliqiao

Liu Yang is full of gloom, and the golden land is always green. 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.

pillow

Don

In the graceful little garden, there is a graceful Quchi East. 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.

willow

Don

The snow in Jiangnan and Jiangbei began to disappear and the desert was pale yellow.

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.

willow

Don

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.

Tiliu

Tang Lizhong

Folding away from the pavilion, the spring is 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. ...

What are the poems praising the willow tree?

Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. -He Zhangzhi's Singing Willow

In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. -Gao Ding's "Country House"

In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden. -Han Yi's Cold Food

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. -He Zhangzhi's Singing Willow

The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf -Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu"

This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. -Han Yu's Early Spring is Zhang Shiba, the Minister of Water Resources.

We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night. -Yan Dao Ji's "Partridge Sky, Colorful Sleeves, Diligent Jade Bell"