willow

He zhangzhi

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.