Verses containing willow characters

There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village. —Lu You's "Tour of Shanxi Village".

The clothes want to wet the apricot blossom rain, and the wind blows the willow wind. —Zhinan, "Quatrain".

Two yellow orioles are singing green willows, and a line of egrets is in the sky. —Du Fu, "Quatrains".

The willow tops on the moon, people about after dusk. —Ouyang Xiu, "Shengchazi Yuanxi".

Why should Qiang Di complain about the willows, the spring breeze does not pass the jade gate. —Wang Zhilian, "Two Liangzhou Songs, One of the Songs".

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. —He Zhizhang, "Yongliu".

The courtyard is a little deeper, the willows are piled up with smoke, and the curtains are not repeated. —Ouyang Xiu, "Butterfly Loves Flowers, Courtyard is Deep and Deep".

The west wind hates a lot, and it can't blow away the eyebrows. —Nalan Xingde, "Linjiang Immortal, Cold Willow".

The grass grows and the warbler flies in the February sky, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. —Gao Ding, "Village House".

The willow crow in the courtyard at dusk, remembering the man, and the moon folded pear blossoms. —Chen Liang, "Poppy Beauty: The East Wind Swings in the Light Clouds".

Where to wake up tonight, the willow bank, the wind and the waning moon.

Two yellow orioles are singing green willows, and a line of egrets is in the sky.

In the early morning of the rain in Weicheng, the guest house is green and willow-colored.

The spring breeze knows not to be bitter, and does not send wicker green.

The willows in the west city make the spring soft, and the tears are difficult to collect.

The most ruthless is the Taicheng willow, which is still ten miles away.

In the past, I went back, and the willows followed. Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling.

The willows on the Hanyang River, the east branch of the visitors.

Leaning on the railing and staring, secretly worried, the willow flowers flew to take advantage of the east wind.

It is the most beneficial spring of the year, and the smoke and willows are all over the imperial capital.

In the past, I went back, and the willows followed. Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling.

The willows are green and drooping on the ground, and the poplar flowers are flying in the sky. The wicker is broken and the flowers are flying, and the pedestrians are asked if they will return?

For the time being, I will be bored with the wine, do not lose my frowns and thin waist, there is only another before the death of the world, and the spring breeze will regret the long strip.

Outside the city, the wind is full of wine flags, and when pedestrians wave in the west, Chang'an Mo is on the infinite trees, and only the weeping poplar tube is separated.

Dream broken incense sold for 40 years, Shen Yuan Liu Lao does not blow cotton, this body is a mountain soil, still hanging traces of a trace. (Land Tour.) Shen Yuan).

Yongliu (He Zhizhang).

The jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.

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

The willows in the west city make the spring soft, and the tears are difficult to collect. - Qin Guan.

The most ruthless is the Taicheng willow, which is still ten miles away. - Wei Zhuang.

In the past, I went back, and the willows followed. Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling. —The Book of Songs

The willows on the Hanyang River, the east branch of the visitors. - Li Bai.

Leaning on the railing and staring, secretly worried, the willow flowers flew to take advantage of the east wind. - Ouyang Jiong.