An ancient poem, describing the newly sprouted willow in the spring sunset.

An ancient poem, describing a willow that just sprouted in spring. In the sunset, the willow is green and hanging on the ground, and flowers are flying in the sky.

Jasper adorns trees, 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.

In early spring and March, the snow and ice in the shade have not completely melted and the chill has not disappeared, but the willow has spit out small green shoots and pulled out green branches. The hairy bud stretched and yawned. It looked around and saw a dead leaf. Therefore, it stretches itself and dances graceful branches. It is covered with new green leaves, swaying and dancing like a slim girl. .

In spring, Xiao Liuya wakes up from her sleep and sticks her head out. The tender yellow buds grow into green leaves under the bath of spring breeze, which is very beautiful.

While wandering, I suddenly caught a glimpse of the old willow tree. The new branches are folded a lot, but a touch of new green is particularly conspicuous. Just one day, one day! It has sprouted again! This vibrant old willow tree, completely different from those new flowers, was beaten by the rain defenseless.

In spring, willows grow green buds, swaying in the warm spring breeze, as if to tell us that spring is coming! Spring is coming!

The pace of spring is getting closer and closer, and even the willows have sprouted to change clothes for spring.

Spring comes slowly and willows sprout quietly.

Spring has come, the full buds of willow trees are like children who can't help laughing, and the branches are covered with a "poof".

What are the ancient poems that describe "the spring is just sprouting in the sunset"? 1, (Tang)

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, "Send Two Stones to Anxi"-Wang Wei (Tang)

Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow.

Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. ?

3. The Yellow Crane Tower went to Yangzhou to bid farewell to Meng Haoran-Li Bai (Tang)

Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.

Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky. ?

4, "Jueju"-Du Fu (Tang)

"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."

My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.

1, looking for flowers alone by the river (choose one)-Du Fu (Tang)

The water in front of the Yellow River flows eastward, giving people a sense of sleepiness and spring breeze in spring.

Peach blossoms have no owner, and lovely deep red loves light red. ?

2, "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"-Du Fu (Tang)

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. ?

3. Fishing Song-Zhang (Tang)

In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full.

An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain. ?

4, "Looking at Chuzhou Xixi"-Wei (Tang)

Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.

The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. ?

5, "Zhuzhi Ci" (choose one from two)-Liu Yuxi (Tang)

The willows in Jiang Shuiping are green, and I can hear the songs on the Langjiang River.

Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny.

6. Wuyi Lane-Liu Yuxi (Tang)

There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.

Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.

An ancient poem describes a willow tree sprouting at sunset and a tree with thousands of spring flowers.

Softer than gold and softer than silk.

In the wild garden in the west corner of Yongfeng,

All day, nobody belongs to anyone.

Yang Liuzhi Ci of Tang Dynasty/Bai Juyi

What are the ancient poems that describe "a village with a bright future"? The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. _ _ _ _ Zhinan's "Jueju" red crisp hands, yellow wine, and spring willows in the city. _ _ _ _ Lu You's hairpin chicken red crisp hand

I refused to marry Feng Chun, but I was misunderstood by the autumn wind for no reason. _ _ _ _ He Zhu's heart is bitter, and the willow returns to the pond

Small catkins are blowing on the branches There are many fish in the sea. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Spring Scene in Hua Lian.

Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing! _ _ _ _ Two Liangzhou Poems by Wang Zhihuan, Part One.

Ruthlessness is a willow in Taicheng, but it is still a smoke cage. _ _ _ _ Wei Zhuang's Taicheng

Recalling the original exploration, the wind in Yang Liuyi was blowing in the wind; Now back on the road, snowflakes are flying everywhere. _ _ _ _ Anonymous "Pick the EU"

People say that blowing like this and calling like this will make people and young people handsome. _ _ _ _ Qin Guan's Spring Dream

A gust of wind blew catkins, which made the shop more fragrant. A girl from Wu poured wine and advised me to drink it. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's departure in a hotel in Nanjing

The willows on the edge of the city are strangely green. _ _ _ _ Zhang's "Thinking of Spring Ladies"

In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. _ _ _ _ Gaoding Country House

Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. _ _ _ _ He's Willow Poems

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/Cold Food Festival is a Thing'

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 a member of the Ministry of Water Affairs/Early Spring Rain/Early Spring"

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/Send Yuan Er Shi Anxi

The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton. _ _ _ _ Two Shen Yuan Poems by Lu You

The catkins are light and the pears are sunny. _ _ _ _ Xie Yi's "Tread on the sand, catkins are light"

Even the fickle elm tree without beautiful colors is unwilling to be lonely, dancing with the wind and turning into snowflakes flying all over the sky. _ _ _ _ Han Yu's Late Spring

The willow shade is raining, and the residual flowers fall to see the warbler. _ _ _ _ Wu's Spring

Yangtze River Yangtze River Chun Lv, Xiaoyao De is dancing around the river to kill people. _ _ _ _ Zheng Gu's Farewell to Friends in Huaishang

On crutches, on crutches, standing on the Zhou Fang, I only watched catkins flying wildly in the wind like crazy, chasing the flowing peach blossoms lightly. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Nine Songs and Five Songs

Zhang Taiyan, Zhang Taiyan, was the past green? _ _ _ _ Han Yi's Poems by Zhang Tailiu and Liu Jishi

In the courtyard, deep willows pile up smoke, and the curtains are not counted. _ _ _ _ Ouyang Xiu How Deep is the Courtyard

The willow-green river is wide and flat, and I heard the song of the river. _ _ _ _ Two Zhi Zhu Poems by Liu Yuxi (I)

Plum blossoms in the moonlight exude a strong fragrance, and the silver branches of willow branches look dry. _ _ _ _ Cao Xueqin's "Xiang Ling Yong Yue Er"

Why do willows on the green and black embankment by the river worry about new things every year? _ _ _ _ Feng Yansi's "The Magpie Treads on the Moon, Who Abandons Idleness for a Long Time"

The powder falls on Baihuazhou, and the fragrance stays in Yanlou. _ _ _ _ Cao Xueqin's Tang Duoling Catkin

The leisurely catkins fall silently, which is where the god of the world takes you. _ _ _ _ Wu Wenying's "Huanxisha, the door is separated from Hua Meng"

A willow tree in the spring breeze presents a green color along the royal river bank. _ _ _ _ Wang Zhihuan's farewell

Spring breeze does not lift the ban, it rushes to the pedestrian surface. _ _ _ _ Yan Shu's "The Path is Red and Thin"

Climb high and miss the ancient oil for thousands of miles, but the willows in your eyes are like Jiangnan. _ _ _ _ Xu Hun's Night View of Xianyang East Building/Xianyang West Building/West Gate

The east wind blows the willows long, and the grass sets after the rain. _ _ _ _ Qin Guan's "Hua Tang Chun Chun Qing"

Grass by the green river and willow in the dark garden. _ _ _ _ The nameless grass by the green river

Which ancient poem is about the willow tree in spring? Spring willows make poems, jasper makes them, 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.

"Ancient Poetry Describing Willow" is full of quatrains, nine of which are the fifth (Du Fu).

Village residence (Gaoding)

In early spring, he became a member of Zhang (Han Yu) of the Ministry of Water Resources.

On a spring night, I heard the flute in Los Angeles (Li Bai).

Break up in a hotel in Nanjing (Li Bai)

Qin Yi's Little Feast (Li Bai)

Nine Poems by Yang Liuzhi (1) (Liu Yuxi)

Recalling Jiangnan Spring Curved Leaves (Liu Yuxi)

Two Zhi Zhu Ci Poems, Part One (Liu Yuxi)

Yu Linling, cold and sad (Liu Yong)

How deep is the iris and the courtyard (Ouyang Xiu)

Tafloxacin (Ouyang Xiu)

Shuilongyin (Su Shi)

In my heart forever (Wang Changling)

Weicheng District (Wang Wei)

If you leave, it will be thin (anonymous)

Bodhisattva Man, Mountains Overlap, Gold Dies (Text)

Qingping music can't stay (Yan)

He Lian scholar Liu Yang (Juyuan Yang)

Catkin (forever)

Farewell to Friends in Huaishang (Zheng Drum)

Tafloxacin (Zhou Zizhi)

An ancient poem describing willow: Baijuyi Qingqing in Qingmen Liutang is a sad tree that once fell in love with several people. Send more farewells near the Doumen, and fold the strip in half to reduce the spring breeze. In Suzhou Liutang Baijuyi Jinguyuan, there is a girl in yellow and a dancer in green beside Qujiang Pavilion. Old people parade everywhere, unlike Suzhou, where there are the most willows. Floccules on baldness touch your face, leaving you helpless in spring. 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. In May, the roots of Liu Tang and Cuihu by the water are elegant and the shadows are shallow. Sleeping face is cold and stretching is softer. The empty column is heavy and the water is scattered. Like a drunken scene, like a moon dew. A long fish is surprised by mistake, but a weak bird is surprised. Don't be sentimental for a long time, including climbing mountains in spring. 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. Cui Zhang in Liu Xin Tang Dynasty is ruthless and soft, and spring comes to urge him, as if he can't stand the wind and lean on the ancient platform. What do you hate in the past and present? The color of the fishing ditch comes to the DPRK. On the levee, Liu Tang and Dai Shulun weaved farewell to Spring. Pedestrians climb high, when my concubine heartbroken. It is endowed with Changting Willow and Dai Shulun Willow in the Tang Dynasty. 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. The topic of Liu Tang is all over the world, where is the shadow 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, the only willow in the Tang Dynasty, contains willow with smoke and shakes the wind for a long time. The beauty could not bear to fold and looked back at her hand. 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. 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. From Du Xunhe's "Fishing Gully Flowing Pond Method" to Yugou Spring, the color of willow beside the ditch is new. The cage passed through the forbidden water and gently blew to North Korea. The sun is near, the sun is early, and the sky is low. Gu Ying's habitat is unstable, so it is difficult for maids to draw. Chu shook the waves in the air, and the Sui dike darkened the dust. How to get to the imperial city, you must first cover the golden dragon. 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. Tang Gu Yun's two poems about Liu Yong are full of dew and smoke, yellow, green and white. There is no wind floating in the long beach, and the wide stranger begins to pity the sun. Draw a feast and steal a dance, and learn to frown in the dressing cabinet. Stay in the pavilion, don't let go of the spring dusk, and fold a thousand branches. Idle flowers and weeds are always innovative, and their eyebrows are wrinkled and their stems are uneven. Begging for the strength of the east wind will not waste a spring.