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.

To the Liu Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Li Shangyin Zhang Stagnant from the shade, facing the road more uneven.

Many people have heard the praise of Liu Feng to the extreme, and now what they see is just the same graceful.

The charming willow color has reached the bridge, and my heart is behind me when I watch the willow color cut off and extend across the bridge to the long beach.

Liu Er is really thoughtful, releasing catkins like snow, floating and flying in the brothel.

Liu Yong Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Ceng Gong chaos is not yet yellow, crazy about the east wind.

I wonder if there is frost in heaven and earth.

Liu Xin Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Yang Wanli wicker brushed the silver pool 100 feet, Mo Cai pale yellow.

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

Liu Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Li Shangyin once danced the east wind and enjoyed the Spring Garden.

How can I go to that clear autumn day, accompanied by sunset and cicada singing!

Qinlou West Old Willow Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Bai Juyi half-decayed Lin Fengshu, affectionate immediately.

Kaiyuan a willow, Changqing two years in the spring.

Shuihua epigraph name: Hydrology | Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Busy orioles are lazy and fragrant, and willow flowers are floating on the embankment. Flying lightly, stippling the green forest, all without talent. Idle and gossamer, quiet in the depths of the courtyard, Nagato closed. The bead curtain hangs loosely and is lifted by the quilt in front and the wind. Beautiful people sleep in blue tents, strange spring clothes, and snow stained with Joan. The embroidered bed is full, and there are countless fragrant balls, round and broken. Seeing the bees sticking pink on their backs, the fish swallowed the water in the pool. Looking at Zhangtai Road, the golden saddle lingers with tears.

Linjiang Xian Liu Han epigraph name: Linjiang Xian | Dynasty: Qing Dynasty | Author: Nalan Rong Ruo where is the flying catkins, layers of ice and snow are destroyed, it is colder to sparse a tree. Love him, the moon is good, and haggard is also related. The most important thing is to shake it in the back and teach people to remember Chunshan. It's hard to dream about a skirt intermittently. The west wind is more or less annoying and can't blow away the eyebrows.

Catkin Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Yong arrived in a windless place, but it was full of wind. The edge canal is like snow, so it is not near the temples. ''

Buji Liu Xin epigraph name: Buji | Dynasty: Qing Dynasty | Author: Nalan Rong Ruo is too delicate to hang down and too timid to dance. The spring breeze in February took more than a year to blow the willow branches yellow.

The same weeping willows, in the west bank of the sunset, hazy misty rain, but more love. The small Liu Yin Gate of Qiantang River is full of foliage and hazy, which makes people think.

From the pavilion, I was endowed with folding willows. Two Dynasties: Tang Dynasty | Author: Li Shangyin has no worries about sending wine, so don't frown and slim your waist. In this world, nothing is more painful than death, and the spring breeze does not allow people to climb out of suffering because of their love for willow branches.

Thick wicker covered in smoke, every branch is unwilling to leave, and thousands of branches wipe the sunset in the twilight. In order to tell pedestrians not to break branches, pedestrians also welcome tourists with wicker.

More leaky wicker long epigraph name: more leaky | Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: long wicker, fine spring rain, loud flower leakage.

Startled the geese, rose from the city, and drew a golden partridge.

The fragrance is thin, and it comes through the curtain, and it is sad to thank the pavilion.

With red candles on your back and embroidered curtains hanging down, you have a long dream and you don't know it.

Qinhuai Dynasty: Qing Dynasty | Author: Ji is a crow water spot, and I like the sparse trees here. Don't leave with pedestrians, be a grateful girl.

Three King Songs of the Eastern Hunan: Folding Willow Dynasty: Northern and Southern Dynasties | Author: Xiao Gangliu wrapped into silk, climbing in spring. Flourishing birds fly on the road, and the wind is light and the flowers are late.

The city is tall and short, and the forest is empty and sad. There is no other meaning in the song, nor is it for lovesickness.

Yang Liuzhi Ci Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Bai Juyi is a thousand branches tree in the spring breeze, which is tender than gold and softer than silk.

Always in the west corner of Fengfang, never a day, whose willow is this?

Xichuan Yangliu Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Yu's green land, smoke curled up, became a distant building. Shadows spread on the autumn surface, and flowers fall to catch people's heads. The roots hide the fish hole, and the branches are low. On a stormy night, nightmares added to sadness.

Inscription name of long wicker: long wicker | Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: long wicker, small peach leaves. No one came to the deep courtyard. The red sun is pale and the smoke is fine. Three or two warblers. Snow fragrance, sandalwood light. It's good to lie on the pillow. Spring is thick, but makeup is late. When I think about this dream.

Liu Dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Kou Zhun apricot blossoms in the light smoke, and the dark green evening breeze blows flat sand. There is a romantic place in the long street, which closely reflects the Su family in Qiantang.

Folding willow dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Binliu Quchen silk, please fold one at once. Only the spring breeze knows how to cherish it best, and still holds the trunk that I have left affectionately.

Liu Dong Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Lu Guimeng Liuting leans against the savage window, and the dilapidated strip is near Xiaojiang. This is where the frost and wind separate, and the cold seagulls start in pairs.

Folding willow, the second generation: Tang Dynasty | Author: Chen strip yellow-green, hanging silk dense and complex. Flowers fall in a secluded path, general Ji Yin.

At night, the valley is dark, the wind is strong and the flute is loud. After chatting for a while, I remembered the garden with bare feet.

Folding willow dynasty: Southern and Northern Dynasties | Author: Xu Ling curled up the riverbank tree, Wei Zhu. Jiangling has old songs and Charlotte has new songs. My concubine is opposite Changyang Garden, and you have boarded Liucheng. Spring should also see * * *, slut is too heartless.

Folding willow, once: Tang Dynasty | Author: Chen folding willow strokes, advocating garden concubine repeatedly surprised. The entrance of the building is pink, which is very noisy according to the wind.

Wuchang knows new species, and Guandu has a life. There will be another song and singing.

Folding willow dynasty: Southern and Northern Dynasties | Author: No spring scenery beyond the Great Wall, willow yellow in the forest. Shadows invade clouds, and leaves fall in disorder.

The stranger hid the birds and put on new makeup upstairs. Climbing Si Qi is a gift, with a long heart.

Liu love dynasty: Song Dynasty | Author: Pan Gui colorful brocade, a night of wind and rain. Fighting is like spring scenery, whether it is green or not.

Six Branches Dynasty: Five Dynasties | Author: Li Yu's amorous feelings are getting old and shy, wandering around with a sense of lost soul.

Thank you. strip seems to know me. I was forced to tap.

Teasing Liu Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Li Shangyin with golden wisps of hair, still flying.

You must brush your horse for a long time and avoid hiding crows in secret places.

Eyebrows are fine for him, but his waist is very light.

Nice guy, but he prefers Lujia.

Folding willow dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Meng Jiao folding willow has many short branches, many of which are separated. The ceremony is far and wide, and the soft strips hang down. Youth has certain festivals, but there is no time for parting. But don't worry about people and don't complain about being late. Mo Yan has short branches with Sauvignon Blanc in them. Zhu Yan and Populus cathayensis are in the period of separation. The spring breeze has passed upstairs, and willow songs are in front of the wind. Branches are not bitter, and grievances last for more than a year. Surprised by flowers, Ye Ying is late at the beginning. No one can leave here and be stationed in Jiaohe.