Contents of this article
- 1. Poems to rest in peace for the deceased elders
- 2. How do you view Wang Sicong’s gift of 300,000 yuan?
- 3. A complete collection of poems containing bird names for primary school students
- 4. Ancient poems about willow flowers
Poems to rest in peace for the deceased elders
1. Verses about farewell to the deceased
Verses about farewell to the deceased 1. Verses in memory of the deceased
Poems in memory of the deceased include: 1. Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi·Yimao's Dream on the Twentieth Night of the First Month" 》Original text: Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them.
Thousands of miles away, a lonely tomb, nowhere to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine trees. Translation: It has been ten years since we said goodbye to each other. We cannot bear to miss each other but it is difficult to see each other after all.
That distant lonely grave thousands of miles away has nowhere to express my sorrow to you. Even if we meet, you won't recognize me. My face is covered with dust and my temples are like frost.
Last night I returned to my hometown in my dream, and you were dressing up at the window of the cabin. You and I were silent and miserably silent, only we shed a thousand lines of hot tears.
Unexpectedly, the place where I missed her was the hill with dwarf pine trees on a bright moonlit night. 2. The original text of "Three Mourning Poems (Part 1)" by Pan An of the Western Jin Dynasty: Winter and spring are passing by, and the cold and heat are suddenly changing.
The son returns to the poor spring, separated forever by heavy soil. Who can control selfish thoughts? What's the point of staying in floods? He respectfully obeyed the imperial decree and returned to his original position to rebel.
Looking at the house, I think about the person, and entering the house, I think about what I have experienced. There is no trace of the curtain, but there are traces of calligraphy and ink.
The fragrance has not yet stopped, but it is still hanging on the wall. The feeling of sadness may exist, and I can't help but feel frightened and wary.
Like the Hanlin bird, it only roosts twice a day. Like a fish swimming in Sichuan, he analyzes the road in the middle of the road.
The spring breeze comes, and the morning breeze falls on the eaves. When do you forget to sleep? Worry accumulates day by day.
The common people sometimes decline, but Zhuang Fou can still be attacked. Translation: Time passes, winter passes and spring comes, you go to the blue sky and the yellow spring, and the layers of soil isolate us forever.
I am also very conflicted about whether to leave or not. I want to stay here, but you are no longer here, so what’s the use of staying here? I reluctantly obeyed the order of the court, changed my mind, and returned to the place where I originally served. Looking at the house we lived together, when I walked in, I thought of you and all the experiences I had with you. However, I can no longer see you among the tents and screens.
But the relics of your pen and ink hanging on the wall are still graceful and fragrant. In a daze, you were still with me. It wasn't until I saw your relics hanging on the wall that I thought you had left me. I felt lost and a little scared.
We are like birds of prey, but now I am alone; like flounder swimming together in the river, your leaving midway makes it difficult for me to move forward. Winter turns to spring, cold and heat change, and it has suddenly passed the anniversary of your death.
It’s the spring breeze again, and the morning dripping under the eaves makes people feel sad and makes it difficult to fall asleep. When will the deep sorrow be relieved? Like the drizzle in three springs, it lasts endlessly and fills my heart.
If you want to reduce grief, you can only imitate Zhuang Zhou and knock the basin. 3. The original text of "Partridge Sky: Everything will be wrong if we pass through the Chang Gate again" by He Zhu in the Song Dynasty: Everything will be wrong if we pass through the Chang Gate again. How come we come together and return differently? After the parasol trees were half dead and the frost cleared, the white-headed mandarin ducks flew away without their companions.
The grass on the plains is showing the first signs of sunshine. The old habitat and the new ridge are both close to each other.
Lying on an empty bed listening to the rain outside the south window, who will stay up all night to mend clothes? Translation: When I came to Suzhou again, I felt that everything was wrong. Why can’t my wife, who came with me, return with me? I am like a parasol tree that has been beaten by frost, half alive and half dead; I am also like a white-headed mandarin duck that has lost its companion, flying alone and tired.
In the wilderness, the dewdrops on the green grass have just been dried. I lingered in the living room where we lived together in the past, and wandered around the new grave on the ridge.
Lying on the empty bed, listening to the miserable wind and rain outside the window, it added a lot of sadness. Who else will stay up late at night to mend my clothes again? 4. The original text of Yuan Zhen's "Three Poems on Sorrow and Feelings (Part 3)" of the Tang Dynasty: Sitting idle and grieving for the king, he also grieves for himself. How many hundred years are there?
Deng You had no children to find out his fate, but Pan Yue wasted no time in mourning his death. Wherever you look at the same acupuncture point, it will be more difficult to predict his fate.
I will keep my eyes open all night long to repay you for not raising my eyebrows in my life. Translation: Sitting around doing nothing, grieving for you and sighing for me, life is short and a hundred years is so long! It was fate that Deng You had no offspring, and Pan Yue's mourning for his deceased wife was in vain.
Even if they can be buried together, they still cannot express their true feelings. What a illusory hope of getting married in the next life. I can only keep my eyes open and miss you all night long, and repay your eyebrows that cannot be stretched in my life.
5. The original text of "Mourning for Xuetai" by Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty: Wutong was half dead because of old age and illness, and the thought of Chongquan made him nervous. Returning to the hospital at night with the child in hand, the moon is cold and the room is empty but no one is there.
Translation: On one side is the dying sycamore tree, and on the other is the long-sick body. Whenever I think of going under the Nine Springs after death, I feel sad. At night, I took my young son by the hand and returned to my hometown. No one was seen in the empty house under the cold moonlight.
6. The original text of "Two Poems on the Garden of Shen (Part 2)" by Lu You in the Song Dynasty: The dream has faded and the fragrance has faded for forty years, and the old willows in the Garden of Shen have stopped blowing. This body traveled to Jishan soil, and there is still a trace of it.
Translation: More than forty years have passed since her death, and the willow trees in Shen Garden are too old to spit out catkins and blow cotton. I am about to turn into a handful of dirt in Kuaiji Mountain, but I still come here to pay my respects and shed tears.
7. The original text of Nalan Xingde's "Golden Thread Song: Thoughts on the Anniversary of the Death of My Wife" by Nalan Xingde in the Qing Dynasty: When will this hatred end? The steps are empty, the rain breaks in the colder weather, and the weather is full of flowers.
The soul has been dreaming for three years, and it is time to wake up from the dream. Materials are also felt, and the world is tasteless.
It is not as dusty as the night platform, deserted and a place of sorrow. The promise was abandoned.
If there is a Pisces in Chongquan. I wish I could know him, who I can depend on for all my joys and sorrows over the years.
I have turned sideways since I was in the middle of the night, and I can't bear to listen to Xiangxian's re-examination. When we get married, we will know him for life.
I'm afraid that both of them will die, and they will end up together in the cold wind. The tears are gone and the paper is ashes.
Translation: When will this sadness end? The drizzle falling on the empty steps finally stopped. The night was so cold, it was the perfect weather for burying flowers. It has been three years since you left me. Even if it was a big dream, I should have woken up long ago.
You must think that the world is not interesting. It is not as interesting as the underworld deep in the earth. Although it is deserted, it can bury all the sorrows and resentments. You went to that pure place, and our agreement that we would never leave each other for eternity was abandoned by you.
It would be great if I could send a letter to Huangquan, so that I can know how you have been in these years and who is taking care of you. It was late at night, and I was still tossing and turning, unable to sleep, and couldn't bear to listen to their continued arguments.
Let us become close friends in the next life. I am afraid that in the next life, the two of us will still not be able to stay together forever. Now, all my tears have been shed, and the paper money has been burned to ashes and is drifting.
8. The original text of "Nanxiangzi·Photography for the Dead Wife" written by Nalan Xingde in the Qing Dynasty: I shed tears but made no sound, only regretting my past kindness. Relying on the importance of understanding through painting.
2. Poems about farewell to the deceased are long
Eternal mourning, clear frost and snow, innocent appearance, Xu Tianfei towards the jade palace, suddenly a cloud appears in the water, the moon is unbearable, dead alone and careless: 1. Title: mourning has the meaning of death. , Eternal mourning indicates the eternally sad passing.
2. Full poem: The purest and clearest friendship like frost and snow was so innocent in the beginning (first sentence), and we agreed to work hard for the paradise we long for tomorrow (second sentence), Suddenly when the clouds dispersed, only the moon in the water could be seen. The reality of everything that happened was shattered in this sudden moment and turned into illusion (third sentence). Those who live alone can only endure the pain of the passing of emotion in silence and sadness. (Fourth sentence) - From Bing Xin's hand, it has the meaning of depression! The girl that I can see. The girl in the water. Please clean up my bones in the wheat field. Like the bones of a bouquet of reed flowers, put them in a box and bring them back. The clean girl that I can see. The girl on the river, please reach out your hand. In the wheat field, when I have no hope and sit on a bunch of wheat to go home, please sort out my messy bones and put them in a small wooden cabinet. Bringing it back is like bringing back your rich dowry. But don't tell my mother, who is holding on to the wood and hanging the clothes on the hay.
Remembering the old friends/ The strong wind blows away a pair of flower shoes carrying mandarin ducks, and they are parked in the distance with the rain. The person hurt by love is a stone, sitting under the tree, with a melancholy expression, and the thoughts traced by tears go deep into the bone marrow to face. A pool of poisonous days. People hurt by love have no words to express. Seeds from a thousand years ago sprouted after a thousand years. Peach demons danced and became fine. Peach blossoms were washed away by tears. The deepest yearning was at the deepest roots. Pain and happiness cannot be separated. Hurt by love. A man is haggard and his face is full of typhoid. Tears cover the grass and leaves in the early morning of May. After the rain, the sun is clear and pure and washes through the flat empty valley. The canyon where the oath is buried is turned against the sun all year round. The black memory is covered with ice and snow all year round. The visible blade cuts through the invisible water surface and is loved. The hurt person is hidden under the water. The pain in the heart is unfathomable. Every petal of the peach blossom is still fragrant and the leaves are ordinary. The person hurt by love is in the arms. The stone is sitting under the tree. The dagger of revenge in the hand is cut into pieces in the peach blossom rain. [Title]: Summer in the South Pavilion. Xin Da [Era]: Tang Dynasty [Author]: Meng Haoran [Genre]: Five Ancients [Content]: -------------------------- The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pool Gradually going east. Enjoy the cool night, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space.
The lotus breeze brings fragrance, while the bamboo dew drops silence the sound. I want to play the piano, but I don’t know how to appreciate the music.
Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I will always work hard on my dreams. [Appreciation]: -------------------- [Brief Analysis]: This poem is full of nostalgia for the old friend, writes a leisurely and contented mood, and expresses the ignorance of music. Feeling.
The lines of text are like flowing water, flowing naturally and full of charm. ①: There is no "summer" in the title of the poem.
② Xi: One is "night". [Notes]: 1. Mountain light: sunlight on the mountain.
2. Chiyue: the moonlight beside the pool. 3. Xuan: window.
[Rhyme Translation]: The setting sun suddenly sets on the western mountain, and the bright moon in the east corner of the pond gradually rises eastward. With my hair down, I'm enjoying the cool air tonight. It's so peaceful and comfortable to lie down with the window open.
The breeze slowly brings the fragrance of lotus flowers, and the bamboo leaves gently drip with dew. I wanted to get the harp and play a tune, but I just regretted that I didn't have a close friend in front of me to enjoy it.
Feeling like this good night, I can’t help but miss my old friends, and I can only dream about it in the middle of the night. [Commentary]: This poem writes about enjoying the coolness and leisure in the water pavilion on a summer night and the longing for friends.
The poem begins with the setting sun in the west and the rising moon in the east, setting the scene for enjoying the cool weather. Three or four sentences are about enjoying the coolness after bathing, expressing leisure and comfort.
Five or six sentences continue from the sense of smell to write about the true feeling of enjoying the coolness. In seven or eight sentences, I think of playing the piano from the quiet state of mind, thinking of "a close friend", and transitioning from enjoying the cool air to cherishing others.
Finally, I write that I hope my friends can spend the night together and live out my dreams. The whole poem has delicate emotions, fluent language, distinct layers and full of charm.
"The lotus breeze brings fragrance, the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound", which is a good sentence for enjoying the coolness and relieving the heat. .
The flowers bloom on the other shore. When the flowers bloom on the other shore, there is only a group of fiery red flowers blooming. No leaves, no flowers. We miss each other and cherish each other without seeing each other. The road to the other shore is alone. The flowers of the other shore bloom leisurely on the other shore forever. The heart of this shore can only wander on this shore. Farewell to the ancient road outside the long pavilion, the green grass stretches across the sky, the evening wind supports the willows, the sound of the flute fades, the sun sets outside the mountains, the end of the sky, the corner of the earth, half-scattered friends, a pot of turbid wine, the last part of the fun, farewell to the cold tonight, pick up a friend's letter - Xi Murong, who has been let down It’s not just the delayed spring. It’s not just your and my faces that are forgotten. What rushes towards my eyes are the dusty days, dusty nights, the dusty years and autumn grass. What’s slowly receding with lowered heads and eyebrows is silence. I want to ask the sky for wine to bid farewell to the wordless poem, and the world and the earth will meet to hide their tears. But on the other side of this life and eternity, once gone, it feels like the body is missing.
3. Poems or sentences written to the deceased
These are excerpted from the Internet and you can choose to use them.
1. During this period, I always feel that my eyes are hazy and moist, and I always look for the reason, but I don’t know. It is that the Qingming Festival is approaching, and my deceased relatives are missing me, or I am missing my deceased relatives. ?
2. I know that customs vary from place to place, but what they have in common is to express sadness for the passing of a loved one. I can only ask him to kowtow and lay a wreath on my behalf from thousands of miles away!
3. At this moment, as friends, we can only miss you, deeply remember and thank you for accompanying us through the past. When you are here, the rainy days are always sunny and your smile , simplicity and sincerity to friends will be our eternal wealth in our lives; and losing you is a pain that we can never make up for in our lives.
4. What are the poems expressing condolences
"Miscellaneous Words Tongdulu Langzhong Guonan Qiliqiao Mourns Yao Cangcao" Era: Tang Author: Liu Shangqiao Parting at the end of the day, I feel sad all day long.
When I climb the bridge, I sigh for death, but I envy the people who are leaving. Under the bridge, there is flowing water in the east and fragrant cherry blossom trees.
As the water flows and the tide returns, the flowers fall and bloom next year. The pitiful three-tongued person will grow into the ashes of Jiuquan.
Where have you wandered happily in the past? Drink enough in front of the flowers to seek immortality. "Mourning for the Death" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Zhang Lei married as a couple, and the young people were hungry and cold together.
I am clumsy and clumsy, and I have been trapped in a low-level official position for ten years. If a man is not poor forever, he will show his strength.
A smile relieves difficulties. The autumn wind destroys the fragrant flowers. Once gone, it cannot be returned.
Drops of blood in my eyes, grief destroys my lungs and liver. My son stood in front of me, asking his mother to stay awake at night.
Although I want to tell you, I am choked and unable to speak. Although the accumulation of gold is in a fight, Yu Zhu will go to Huaxuan.
Losing someone who shares my heart makes everything sad. The accumulation of days will make you mature, and the accumulation of time will make you an adult.
The mountains and seas will collapse and their voices will be forever blank. "Mourning for the Eighth Aunt and Children" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Zheng Gangzhong In those days, Zaoli was sent to the high hall, and she was haggard and frightened and cried in Qiliang.
I saw two orphans turning into cheese. "Miscellaneous Words with Doulu Langzhong Guonan Qiliqiao Mourns Yao Cangcao" Era: Tang Author: Liu Shangqiao Parting at the end of the day, I feel sad all day long.
When I climb the bridge, I sigh for death, but I envy the people who are leaving. Under the bridge, there is flowing water in the east and fragrant cherry blossom trees.
As the water flows and the tide returns, the flowers fall and bloom next year. The pitiful three-tongued person will grow into the ashes of Jiuquan.
Where have you wandered happily in the past? Drink enough in front of the flowers to seek immortality. "Mourning for the Death" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Zhang Lei married as a couple, and the young people were hungry and cold together.
I am clumsy and clumsy, and I have been stuck in a low-level position for ten years. If a man is not poor forever, he will show his strength.
A smile relieves difficulties. The autumn wind destroys the fragrant flowers. Once gone, it cannot be returned.
Drops of blood in my eyes, grief destroys my lungs and liver. My son stood in front of me, asking his mother to stay awake at night.
Although I want to tell you, I am choked and unable to speak. Although the accumulation of gold is in a fight, Yu Zhu will go to Huaxuan.
Losing someone who shares my heart makes everything sad. The accumulation of days will make you mature, and the accumulation of time will make you an adult.
The mountains and seas will collapse, and the voice and appearance will always be blank. "Mourning for the Eighth Aunt and Children" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Zheng Gangzhong In those days, Zaoli was sent to the high hall, and she was haggard and frightened and cried in Qiliang.
Seeing two orphans become cheese, sitting and smelling one knot is better than frost. Xianyou has already made a morning meeting, and the old love has been hidden in the empty world.
Don’t ask how long you will live after you are born, as will your great-grandchildren and your children. "Mourning Da Jian Shan Ping Zhang" Year: Yuan Author: Wang Mian died before leaving the army, and he was not as loyal as the public.
Is this article shocking to the universe? There is still a mighty power to shake up the mountains and rivers. The Central Plains is thinking of Liu Anshi, while the South China Sea is thinking of Ma Fubo.
The old me cannot write history, and I sing lamentations when I miss it. "Mourning for Mrs. Jiyang" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Chen Fu has been in the country for a long time, and once discussed his son's surname Wen.
If you look at the inner principles in Yan, you can continue to listen to them. Hazelnut, nut, beans, and apple are pure and fragrant.
Some people say that immortality is like a piece of stone and a cloud. "Mourning the Monk Youshan of Donggao" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Shi Yunxiu built Donggao Temple with an empty fist, and the cloudy water monk had a full meal.
His body has not diminished even after a hundred years of death, his pearls and teeth shine brightly. "Mourning for the Father of Xu Cheng in Dongyang" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Juan Gangzhong In the past, I also made my son's business itch, knowing that he had virtue and later prospered.
Although one has a broad mind and is kind and wealthy, one can still be strong and masculine by adhering to one's integrity. The coffin is covered with past events that will last forever, and the stone carvings are as high as Wen Guan's hometown.
Mei Xian quickly cultivated the pines and cypresses, and praised them for their dim light. "Mourning for Bi Jinshi" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Sun Yingshi polished his ambitions and turned his pen to spring.
Mrs. Guiyue is the new Jinshi. It is worth a thousand pieces of gold, and five tripods of treasures are in great demand.
It’s unclear where to go, and I can’t bear to forget my relatives. "Mourning of Ni Shangshu" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Wei Jing lived for three dynasties and lived in the Qing Dynasty for the first time.
His heart is only in the royal family, but his hands are not in the powerful family. The wind in Hengpu is good, and the fragrance of Xiangshan is prosperous.
Who can comment on this intention before the economy is developed? "Mourning for Lu Juren's Family" Year: Song Dynasty Author: Zhang Jiuzheng has a high standard of knowledge and unparalleled talents. It is difficult to return after being covered by the fountain.
The origin of the word is definitely the power of poetry and calligraphy, and the syntactic origin comes from Jianlu. Chatting at the north gate of Xiye, the spring breeze and autumn moon are also leisurely.
I asked you what you left behind, only a glass of water by the window. The first poem - "The Book of Songs·Tang Feng·Gesheng": After a hundred years of age, return to his residence! After a hundred years of age, return to his room! Puerariae - The Book of Songs·Tang Style Puerariae grows in Mengchu, and it spreads in the wild.
This is a beautiful thing. Who is alone with! Ge grows with thorns, and vines spread over the field.
This is a beautiful thing. Who lives alone! The corner pillow is charming and the brocade quilt is rotten.
This is a beautiful thing. Who and Dudan! Summer days, winter nights.
Return to his home after a hundred years! Winter nights, summer days. After a hundred years of age, return to his room! 【译文】：Kudzu grows to cover the thorns, and vines spread over the fields.
My lover is buried here, who will accompany me in this lonely place? Kudzu grows over the jujube trees, and vines grow over the graves. My lover is buried here, who will accompany my lonely sleepy eyes? The corner pillows are brilliant, the brocade quilt is vivid.
My lover is buried here, who will accompany me in the lonely day? The days in summer are long and the nights in winter are long. Only a hundred years later, we can live here together! The nights in winter are long and the days in summer are long.
Only a hundred years later, we can live here together! [Background]: This poem is considered by later generations to be the ‘ancestor of mourning poems’. There have been many disputes among scholars throughout the ages regarding the purport of this poem "Gesheng".
In the Qing Dynasty, Hao Yixing first revealed that "corner pillows" and "brocade quilts" were used to collect the deceased, and pointed out: ""Gesheng" also mourns the death. "Nowadays, many people choose this theory.
Obviously, with "die here", "yuyu", "corner pillow", "jin quilt", "its residence", "its room", "alone", "solitary breath", "solitary" Words such as "Dan" are convincing in proving the purpose of mourning the death of this poem. Later generations spoke highly of this poem. Today, people think that this poem "is not only known as the ancestor of mourning poems, but also the swan song of mourning poems" (Zhu Shouliang's Commentary on the Book of Songs). It is also considered to be "a masterpiece of mourning poems by later generations Pan Yue and Yuan Zhen." ", "It does not follow the conventions of this poem" (Zhou Meng and Feng Yu's "Translation and Interpretation of One Hundred Poems of the Book of Songs").
This evaluation is well-deserved in terms of the artistic charm of this poem and its influence on the creation of mourning poems in later generations. The poem is written from the kudzu vine, or it may be the place of the grave, which touches the emotions. The two are separated and each is alone, feeling sad.
The poem writes about the loneliness of the dead without company, precisely to describe the loneliness of the living, so that they can see the love and unity before birth, and even the wails of the same hole after death. The poem repeatedly describes the unbearable days of being alone, all in order to express the original coexistence and harmonious beauty.
"Gesheng" can be regarded as the origin of Chinese mourning poems. The song of undying love can travel through time and space and become the dreams and expectations of people in every era. The second poem - "The Book of Songs, Beifeng, Green Clothes": green clothes, green clothes and yellow clothes.
My heart is worried, and I want to defend my death! Green Clothes - The Book of Songs·The wind in Bei is full of green clothes, and the green clothes are yellow. The heart is worried, just protect yourself! Green clothes, green clothes and yellow clothes.
The heart is worried, and I want to defend my death.
5. The saddest condolences for a loved one who has just passed away
1. During this period, I always feel that my eyes are hazy and moist, and I always look for the reason without knowing it. It is because the Qingming Festival is approaching, and I miss my deceased relatives there. Me, and maybe I am missing my deceased relatives. 2. I know that the customs in different places are very different, but the common thing is to express the sadness of the death of my relatives. I can only let him kowtow on my behalf thousands of miles away. Bow and lay a wreath! 3. At this moment, as friends, we can only miss, deeply remember and thank you for accompanying us through the past. When you are here, the rainy days are always sunny, your smile, simplicity and sincerity to friends. , will be the eternal wealth in our life; and losing you is the pain that we can never make up for in our life.
4. Suddenly I thought, who else in this world has such intense and seemingly artificial emotions like me? Who else, like me, can cry so much that it hurts so much that it seems like a false catharsis? 5. Today, with extremely heavy hearts, we held a memorial ceremony at home to express our condolences to my loving mother ***. 6. Today we mourn our relatives, our friends, and part of our beautiful memories - Mr. xxx with great sadness.
7. I can’t change myself, let myself drift with the crowd, let myself be hypocritical and indifferent, and I don’t want to! Even if all we get is cynicism from those who are ignorant and sophisticated yet seemingly mature! 8. It is with extremely heavy hearts that we deeply mourn our relatives xxx. 9. Today, with great sadness, our whole family mourns the tragic death of our beloved mother, and bids her final farewell to her body. 10. Our relatives have passed away and have not yet been blessed with children and grandchildren.
How to reflect when your soul is thousands of miles away. 11. Please rest assured xxx, we will take care of your relatives just like you, and see that your children grow up happily and healthily. Of course you will know that as long as we live, you will live. In our conversations, in our memories, and in the tears we inadvertently shed, you will live forever, in a happier and sunnier world.
12. Let us bid farewell to xxx, who was born in winter, in the piano music "First Snow" that xxx loved during his lifetime, and let him return to the season of fluttering snow (Weibo), return to the hazy white world, and let him His body is far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, allowing his soul to rest in peace. 13. On behalf of my whole family, I would like to sincerely thank you all for braving the hot summer and working tirelessly to come here to share this sorrow with us. 14. My emotions are like the haze of the desert today, but I cannot give my best friends too much comfort. ! 15. Let us turn grief into strength, turn grief into persistence, inherit his legacy, continue to move forward in his footsteps, and comfort his spirit in heaven.
6. Words to commemorate the deceased
1. Relatives have passed away and have no children or grandchildren.
How to reflect when the soul is traveling thousands of miles away. 2. Sorry for the change, but the living should still live well.
The dead are gone. 3. Relatives or lingering sorrows, others have also sung.
What is the way to die? The body is supported by the same mountain. 4. My family will live a good life there.
I don’t want to see everyone too sad. 5. Relatives have gone to immortality, but the blessings of children and grandchildren have not been touched.
The soul wanders thousands of miles away and thinks about it thousands of times. 6. Relatives have traveled to immortality and have not gathered in the children and grandchildren building.
How to think about sorrow when the soul wanders thousands of miles away. 7. My mood is like the haze in the desert today, but I can't give my best friend much comfort! 8. Birth, old age, illness and death are the laws of nature! Don't be too sad, he will feel your filial piety! 9. Life is like this. Wanting to have something but not being able to have it may make people give up on themselves.
10. Birth, old age, illness and death are all natural phenomena; since ancient times, no one has died, as long as they live in my heart. 11. The mothers of relatives, friends, and confidants are also my mother, and their grief is equal to my grief! 12. The pain of losing a loved one is the pain of parting, and the pain is the wet short sleeves of a person.
I don’t know when we will meet again. The moon is full of flowers in the sky and on earth. 13. Your loved ones will be watching you from heaven.
By your side. Your loved ones will always be by your side.
Only you can't see him.
How to treat Wang Sicong’s gift of 300,000 yuan
To say that Wang Sicong is generous, I think he is not as good as me in this regard!
Wang Sicong gave away 300,000 yuan as a gift, just like we give away an egg, except that what Wang Sicong gave was a golden colored egg. And when we attend other people’s weddings, will we only give one egg? So to say that Wang Sicong regards money as dirt, I don’t think so.
We are all very familiar with Wang Sicong. The most famous thing is that he is rich. Recently, Wang Sicong participated in a friend's wedding and received a gift of RMB 300,000, which caused an uproar. Many people said that Wang Sicong spent too much money and could not understand the behavior of wealthy people. This is nonsense. The most important thing for others is money. Among the assets of hundreds of millions, 300,000 is simply too small to be smaller. And whether it is Wanda or Wang Sicong's own company, according to the profit status, it is basically 1 hour 30 There will definitely be a profit of 10,000 when the gross profit is recorded, so 300,000 is just a scratch.
In fact, we working-class people will join the family and express our blessings when our friends get married, regardless of whether they can attend the wedding. However, our younger generation, especially those aged 20-30, generally have less than 100,000 in savings, and our better friends often Suitors are all 400+, and the worst ones are 200+. In other words, I will spend 2‰-4‰ of my total assets as a suitor. If we calculate Wang Sicong’s expenditure ratio, we estimate that Wang Sicong’s total net worth is 1000000000. , and the proportion of 300,000 in expenditure is 30,000, which is only 10% of ours.
In fact, Wang Sicong's assets are far more than these, so when it comes to being generous and generous, we ordinary people are more generous than him. However, there are a lot of voices on the Internet saying that what happened to Wang Sicong!
Actually! Think about it carefully, he is just like us ordinary people, except that the resources we have are not as rich as his, and he does not regard money as dirt!
I am your friend, Brother Mirror, and I hope I can solve your confusion!
A complete collection of poems containing bird names for primary schools
1. A collection of poems about willow
A collection of poems about willow 1. What are the poems containing the word "willow"
Where to wake up from the wine tonight, the willow bank, the dawn wind and the waning moon.
Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets climbed into the blue sky. It's a rainy morning in Weicheng, and the guesthouses are green and green.
The spring breeze knows how to leave the bitterness, and does not send away the green willows. The willows in Xicheng are soft in spring, moving away from sorrow, and the tears are hard to hold back. The most ruthless willows are the Taicheng willows, which are still smoked ten miles away from the embankment. I left in the past, and the willows linger. Now I come to think about it. The rain and snow are falling. The willows on the Hanyang River are attracted by visitors. I lean on the railing and gaze, secretly feeling sad. The willow flowers fly in the east wind. The most advantageous thing about spring is that the willows in full bloom fill the imperial capital.
I am gone in the past, and the willows are still there. Now I come to think about it, the rain and snow are falling, the willows are hanging green on the ground, and the poplar flowers are flying in the sky.
When all the wicker branches are broken and the flowers fly away, I would like to ask the passers-by if they are returning home? For the time being, let's drink wine to get rid of boredom. Don't hurt your frown and thin waist. There is only farewell before death in this world. The spring breeze strives to cherish the long life. Outside the city, the wind is full of wine flags, and pedestrians are waving their arms to the west. There are countless trees on the streets of Chang'an, only the weeping poplar tubes are there.
It has been forty years since the dream ended and the incense has been sold out. The old willows in Shen Yuan have not blown their cotton. This body is walking in the soil of Jishan, and there is still a trace of it. (Lu You. Shen Yuan) Ode to Willows (He Zhizhang) Jasper makes up one The tree is tall, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down from it. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
The willows in Xicheng make the spring soft, moving away from sorrow, and the tears are hard to hold back. ——Qin Guan The most ruthless willows in Taicheng are still smoke-filled embankments ten miles away.
——Wei Zhuang I am gone in the past, and the willows are still there. Now that I'm thinking about it, it's raining and snowing.
——"The Book of Songs" The willows grow on the Hanyang River, and visitors are attracted to Taung Branch. ——Li Bai Leaning on the railing and staring, secretly worried, Liu Huafei takes advantage of the east wind.
——Ouyang Jiong.
2. A complete collection of ancient poems about willows
There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, but there is another village where the willows are dark and the flowers are bright. ——Lu You's "Visit to Shanxi Village"
The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. ——Zhinan's "Quequatrains"
Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a line of egrets climbed into the blue sky. ——Du Fu's "Quequatrains"
On the willow branches above the moon, people make an appointment after dusk. ——Ouyang Xiu "Shengchazi·Yuanxi"
Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass. ——Wang Zhihuan's "Two Poems from Liangzhou·One"
The jasper is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. —— He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willow"
I don't know who cuts out the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. —— He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willows"
The courtyard is a little deeper, with willows piled up in smoke, and countless curtains. —— Ouyang Xiu, "Die Lian Hua·How Deep the Courtyard"
The west wind is so hateful that it cannot blow away the eyebrows. ——Nalan Xingde's "Linjiang Immortal·Han Liu"
The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky, and the willows brush the embankments and are drunk by the spring smoke. —— Gao Ding's "Village Residence"
Willows and crows crow in the courtyard at dusk, remember that person, and pear blossoms break with the moon. ——Chen Liang's "Poppy Poppies: Light Clouds Swinging in the East Wind"
Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind keeps the willows from falling in the cold food. ——Han Hong's "Cold Food"
The peach red is full of rain, and the willow green is full of morning smoke. ——Wang Wei's "Seven Pastoral Music No. 6"
The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guest houses are green and willows are new. ——Wang Wei's "Weicheng Song"
Jujube flowers are falling on clothes and scarves, reeling wheels are ringing in the south and north of the village, and cucumbers are sold by cows and old willows. ——Su Shi's "Huanxi Sha·Jujube Blossoms Falling on Clothes and Scarves"
The most advantageous thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital. ——Han Yu's "Early Spring Presents the Eighteen Members of the Water Department"
Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown. ——Li Bai "Listening to the Flute on a Spring Night in Luocheng"
Dancing low in the heart of the willow tower, singing to the wind under the peach blossom fan. —— Yan Jidao "Partridge Sky· Colorful Sleeves Holding the Jade Bell Attentively"
3. Poems about Willow
Qingmen Liu [Tang Dynasty] Bai Juyi The green tree has a sad look, and has been part of the hatred of several people.
To bid farewell to the near capital, the long strips are folded to reduce the spring breeze. Chang'an New Willows [Tang Dynasty] Chen Guang Jiumo Yunchujiu, Huangqu willows have been new.
There are different landscapes, but spring comes first. The color is light and slightly revealing, and the silk is light and not dusty.
A branch is about to be broken, and it will be early morning when it returns. Seeing New Willows in Linchuan [Tang Dynasty] Cui Lu I haven't seen the river head for three or four days, and the old willows and golden threads beside the bridge.
Ferrying back and forth from the south bank to the north, with rain and smoke, deep and shallow branches. Wherever my hometown holds my dreams, I see the prosperity and decline of other countries.
The color of the grass in Tingzhou is also like this. I am worried that no one will know how far away I am. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Cui Lu The wind is slow, the sun is late, and the smoke is dragging on the water.
Provoke the hatred of thousands of people, tied to short and long branches. The bones are soft and the man is thin, the waist is light and the woman is hungry.
It’s so heartbreaking to think that I haven’t returned to my hometown. Title Liu [Tang Dynasty] Di Huan From the south to the north, the shadows are whirling here.
There is no end to the green color, but there is more to it than love. The rain lingers on the bank of Ba, and the mist covers the Sui River.
He has a good name, can Qin Song succeed him? Xinliu [Tang Dynasty] Du Mu is unable to shake the wind and the dawn is new, and the thin waist is often jealous.
The green shade has not covered the water of the long embankment, and the golden ears are the first to welcome spring in the garden. A few sad memories of the long journey, a branch and the rain send the dust off.
There are many farewells outside the east gate, worrying about killing people day and night. Liu Quatrain [Tang Dynasty] Du Mu Several trees have newly bloomed and have green shadows, leaning against the wind and being fascinated by spring.
I hate my hometown Fanchuan, half covering the village bridge and half brushing the stream. Willow [Tang Dynasty] Fang Qian swaying in the wind, softer than silk near the embankment.
Who knows if you are strong and weak? Learn to dance with branches, turn your sleeves, and spread your eyebrows with makeup leaves.
How to climb up and down, and your friends will write poems again. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Han Xie A cage of gold thread brushed the curved bridge, and the waist was almost damaged by children.
Helplessly, Linghe Biaoge is still there, but the spring is still long and thin. Willow [Tang Dynasty] Han Cong Fold the willow tree and get the green strips in the song, and move it to the golden palace to plant the green sky.
Shangyang palace maid said goodbye with a voice, but she was not angry and returned to dance with her slim waist. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Han Gai When the snow is gone, the shadows on the green gate are faint, and the warm wind returns late and early in the morning.
If you want to rely on thin leaves to retain the spring color, you must tie the long strips with Luohui. Peng Ze was sentimental and depressed, but Sui Di had no one to rely on.
This is a rare thing in the world that provokes hatred, but it is rare for travelers to give it away. Ode to the Willows [Tang Dynasty] Han Xie The rain and wind drag the wind uncontrollably, and the whole body is weak and hangs down to others.
The jade fiber is broken and given to each other from afar, just like when it is in the hands of Guanyin. Ode to the Willows [Tang Dynasty] He Zhizhang The jasper tree is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Li Qiao The willows are lush and green, and the golden embankment has a green atmosphere.
The flowers in front of the garden are like snow, and the leaves between the buildings are like clouds. The columns are divided into dragon shadows, and the Fangchi is written with phoenix characters.
How to play the short flute, climbing and folding is to miss the king. Weeping Willow [Tang Dynasty] Li Shangyin In the small garden of Pingting, there is a graceful pond to the east.
The court robes all hang down to the ground, and the fairy clothes are full of wind. The Seven Sages would rather occupy the Bamboo, and the Third Rank would prefer the Pine.
In the heartbroken Linghe Hall, the late emperor’s throne is empty. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Li Shangyin The snow in the south and north of the Yangtze River has just disappeared, and the desert is light and yellow, stirring up tender strips.
Ba'an has climbed up to the guest's hand, and Chu Palace is the first to ride on the waist of the dancing concubine. It rains on the official road during the Qingming Festival, and the wind blows on the wild bridge in the evening.
Like a thread and a silk thread, hatred is drawn, and the way back for the king and his grandson is far away. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Li Shangyin once danced in the east wind and enjoyed the spring garden in the heart-breaking sky.
How can I be willing to arrive on a clear autumn day, with the setting sun and cicadas. Title Liu [Tang Dynasty] Li Zhong Turning to the edge of the pavilion, the spring light is all over my hands.
How beautiful are the flowers? They are soft and affectionate. The moon is caged in the stream between the banks, and the wind shakes the wild orioles.
At dusk of March in Sui Dynasty, the catkins are flying freely. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Luo Yin A cluster of green smoke locks the jade tower, half hanging down the wall and half hanging down the ditch.
There will be new news next year, and the spring breeze will continue to cause chaos. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Mu You: From now on and through the ages, a gift from the king can lead to a new life after several setbacks.
Five trees are leaning against Yuanming's house, and a thousand trees are hanging down at Taiwei's camp. The emeralds are hidden in the smoke near the water, and the orioles are nestled in the wind and rain.
In the Sui Dynasty, the embankment was surrounded by music and music. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Pei said: If the dust is high, the dangerous building is low, how often can the Ba Bridge be climbed and broken.
Thought is like a heartless tree. It doesn’t know how to welcome people but only gives them away. Ode to the Willows [Tang Dynasty] Wu Rong Since he and the orioles are the ground, he does not teach flowers to be matchmakers.
Fineness and rain are broken, lightness only loves style. It's good to brush the brocade steps, but don't cover the bronze sparrow platform.
There are thousands of trees in Baling, and I will leave at dusk. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Xu Wei The golden bar in the desert has a slight lead, and it is green every year to announce the return of spring.
Release the cage and let the mist spread over the fragrant scenery, instead of chasing away the scattered flowers and drifting into the sunset. The chirping birds and the noisy cicadas are depressing, while the dancing smoke shakes the water.
After the name of the five plants was revealed to the Tao family, it was seen that there were only a few people who were proud of their cultivation. Ode to the Willows [Tang Dynasty] Xue Feng The weak plant is frightened and hurts itself due to the wind. At dusk, it is time to turn over and have melodious thoughts.
Once upon a time, the purple road followed the high and low, and I dared to brush the Zhulan to compete with the short and long. The lingering jade flies and dances, fluttering into the pond like snow and frost.
Mo Lingqi Road has many twists and turns, and it is gradually approaching the painting hall. Tingliu [Tang Dynasty] Yao family The curling willow and poplar branches are mixed with hanging ornaments.
The total density of Jiaoyin is divided into separate sections. Because dependence seems to be forever, holding on to the knot makes separation even more painful.
Love this spring scenery, don’t let the autumn wind blow suddenly. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Zhang Xu The cigarette sticks are hanging on the ground, and spring thoughts are formed by the buildings beside the city.
Please take a closer look at Feng Liuyi, before she loses her spirit and is in the palace. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Zhenggu Half smoke and half rain beside the river bridge, the apricots reflect the Taoshan road.
There will be no intention to leave others, and thousands of threads will stir up the spring breeze. Why bamboo flute complain willow, spring is not degree Pass.
Jasper is arranged in a high bunch, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cuts the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. I hear the broken willows in this nocturne. Who can’t forget the love of my hometown?
The willows are hanging green on the ground, and the poplar flowers are flying in the sky. When all the wicker branches are broken and the flowers fly away, I ask passers-by whether they are returning home.
Apricot Flower Village The spring breeze blowing in the willows in February stirs up a lot of sadness in the heart. I know that this sorrow will happen every year, but we still meet after the storm.
Xinghua wine in Xinghua Village, the sound of wind and rain in Fengyu Tower. I didn't see the swan geese delivering the letter, but I saw the beautiful woman's tears flowing down her face.
Catkins Fei Ge When will this lingering love end? It affects thousands of miles of clouds in the sky. There were originally two flying swallows in the clouds, but now they are all dreaming of people.
Where to find Yingxue? Floating willow catkins offer sacrifices to the soul. After the sacrifice, it's another spring for the soul, but the green skirt is still missing.
Zuo Gong Liu How many lives are there after the storm? How much generosity is no longer there? How many feats are a dream? How much does a glass of wine cost? Now I make a thousand wishes and sprinkle them on the everlasting willow trees in the long river. I don’t want to miss you forever, but I want to stay with you forever.
Slow voice ·Spring Dawn on Su Di The night is vast, there are few people on the road, and a bright moon is like a mirror. Only one person broke up and said goodbye to each other in tears.
A breeze blows, and the willow tops flutter in the wind. The tears are not dry, the person has passed away, but the song has not been finished yet.
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4. Poems describing the beautiful willow tree
One tree has thousands of branches in the spring breeze, tender as gold and soft as silk.
Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi's "Poems of Willow Branches" and "Poems of Hundred Willows" collected by Li Qing's "Smoke Willow" poem said: "The green poem is floating in the faint light, and the tree waist is half-exposed. The shadows are uneven, and the light is lightly smeared to fascinate the dawn. Color, I don’t know where it is called oriole. "The poem "Spring Willow" says: "The gold powder is half pinned and the silk is getting longer, and the half posture is like that of Wang Lang. The purple ginseng is red in the spring, and the noon breeze often carries the fragrance of flowers. "
"Xia Liu" said: "Hunting and hunting in the wild pond, the farm's yin lightly protects the timid and delicate sun. The day is long enough to sleep for three days, and I listen to the noise of cicadas and the night is cool. "The poem "Pond Willow" says: "The spring grass has clear ripples and fine lines, a few diagonal branches are green, the ground is dug into the ground to steal a piece of sky, and the weeping willows reflect the blue clouds. "
The willow silk curls out in the wind, and the grass wisps are cut neatly by the rain. Nipple: slender and weak. Gu: To spin out silk from cocoon.
Grass wisp: Thread-like young grass. Rong Rong: soft and fine appearance.
"Tianjin Bridge" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty [Ode to Willows] He Zhizhang The jasper made up a tree as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
The duck green sparkles in the wind, and the sun dangles yellow. Yalu: refers to the color of the stream in spring. Sparkling: clear and clear.
Goose yellow: light yellow, refers to the tender green wicker. Niao Niao: The appearance of swaying in the wind.
The first sentence says that the green water is waving in the spring breeze; the second sentence says that the tender willows are swaying gently in the spring. Song Dynasty Wang Anshi's "Nanpu" Thousands of willow flowers are about to bloom, and grapes are about to bloom. Tang Dynasty Shen Quanqi's "Feng He Chun Ri Xing Wang Chun Gong Ying Zhi" Qingmen Liu [Tang Dynasty] Bai Juyi's green tree has a sad look, and has been part of the hate of several people middle.
To bid farewell to Kyoto Gate, the long strips are folded to reduce the spring breeze. The flowers are burning in the mountain scenery, and the willows are lying in the sound of the water. Burning: described as extremely red.
Song Dynasty Fan Chengda's "On the Qingming Day on the Lidu Road" About the poems describing willow trees, a complete collection of good sentences and paragraphs. Chiliu The spring grass has clear waves and fine lines, and a few branches are green and diagonal. The ground is dug into the sky, and the weeping willows reflect the blue clouds.
Spring Willow. The half pinned silk of gold powder is getting longer and longer, and the half posture is better than that of Wang Lang. Purple ginseng and red flowers are blooming in spring, and the noon breeze often carries the fragrance of flowers.
Xia Liu hunts the wind and the wild pond, and the farm's yin lightly protects the timid and delicate yang. The day is long enough for three sleeps, and the night is cool with the sound of cicadas.
Smoked Willow, a misty green poem in low light, with half exposed shadows on the waist of the tree. The color of the dawn is dimmed by the light cage, and I don’t know where the oriole is.
Ode to the Willow by He Zhizhang The jasper tree is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Qingmen Liu [Tang Dynasty] Bai Juyi The green tree has a sad look, and has been part of the hatred of several people.
To bid farewell to Kyoto Gate, the long strips are folded to reduce the spring breeze. Chang'an New Willows [Tang Dynasty] Chen Guang Jiumo Yunchujiu, Huangqu willows have been new.
There are different landscapes, but spring comes first. The color is light and slightly revealing, and the silk is light and not dusty.
A branch is about to be broken, and it will be early morning when it returns. Seeing New Willows in Linchuan [Tang Dynasty] Cui Lu I haven't seen the river head for three or four days, and the old willows and golden threads beside the bridge.
Ferrying back and forth from the south bank to the north, with rain and smoke, deep and shallow branches. Wherever my hometown holds my dreams, I see the prosperity and decline of other countries.
The color of the grass in Tingzhou is also like this. I am worried that no one will know how far away I am. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Cui Lu The wind is slow, the sun is late, and the smoke is dragging on the water.
Provoke the hatred of thousands of people, tied to short and long branches. The bones are soft and the man is thin, the waist is light and the woman is hungry.
It’s so heartbreaking to think that I haven’t returned to my hometown. Title Liu [Tang Dynasty] Di Huan From the south to the north, the shadows are whirling here.
There is no end to the beauty of green, but there is more to it than love. The rain lingers on the bank of Ba, and the mist covers the Sui River.
He has a good name, can Qin Song succeed him? Xinliu [Tang Dynasty] Du Mu is unable to shake the wind and the dawn is new, and the thin waist is often jealous.
The green shade has not covered the water of the long embankment, and the golden ears are the first to welcome spring in the garden. A few sad memories of the long journey, a branch and the rain send the dust off.
There are many farewells outside the east gate, and people are worried about killing people day and night. Liu Quatrains [Tang Dynasty] Du Mu Several trees have newly bloomed and green shadows are in full bloom, leaning against the wind and being fascinated by the spring.
I hate my hometown Fanchuan, half covering the village bridge and half covering the stream. Willow [Tang Dynasty] Fang Qian swaying in the wind, softer than silk near the embankment.
Who knows if you have a strong attitude? If you are weak, it will be difficult to maintain it. Learn to dance with branches, turn your sleeves, and spread your eyebrows with makeup leaves.
How to climb up and down, and your friends will write poems again. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Han Xie A cage of gold thread brushed the curved bridge, and the waist was almost damaged by children.
Helplessly, Linghe Biaoge is still there, but the spring is still long. Willow [Tang Dynasty] Han Cong Fold the willow tree and get the green strips in the song, and move it to the golden palace to plant the green sky.
Shangyang palace maid said goodbye with a voice, but she was not angry and returned to dancing with her slim waist. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Han Gai When the snow is gone, the shadows on the green gate are faint, and the warm wind returns late and early in the morning.
If you want to rely on thin leaves to retain the spring color, you must tie the long strips with Luohui. Peng Ze was sentimental and depressed, but Sui Di had no one to rely on.
This is the kind of thing that people hate in the world, but it is rare for travelers to give it away. Ode to the Willows [Tang Dynasty] Han Xie The rain and wind drag the wind uncontrollably, and the whole body is weak and hangs down to others.
The jade fiber is broken and given to each other from afar, just like when it is in the hands of Guanyin. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Li Qiao The willows are lush and green, and the golden embankment has a green atmosphere.
The flowers in front of the garden are like snow, and the leaves between the buildings are like clouds. The columns are divided into dragon shadows, and the Fangchi is written with phoenix characters.
How to play the short flute? Climbing and folding is to miss the king. Weeping Willow [Tang Dynasty] Li Shangyin In the small garden of Pingting, there is a graceful pond to the east.
All the court robes hang down to the ground, and the fairy clothes are full of wind. The Seven Sages would rather occupy the Bamboo, and the Third Rank would prefer the Pine.
In the heartbroken Linghe Hall, the late emperor’s throne is empty. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Li Shangyin The snow in the south and north of the Yangtze River has just disappeared, and the desert is light and yellow, stirring up tender strips.
Ba'an has already climbed the guest's hand, and Chu Palace is the first to ride on the waist of the dancing concubine. It rains on the official road during the Qingming Festival, and the wind blows on the wild bridge in the evening.
Like a thread and a silk thread, hatred is drawn, and the way back for the king and his grandson is far away. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Li Shangyin once danced in the east wind and enjoyed the spring garden in the heart-breaking sky.
How can I be willing to arrive on a clear autumn day with the setting sun and cicadas. Title Liu [Tang Dynasty] Li Zhong Turning to the edge of the pavilion, the spring light is all over my hands.
How beautiful are the flowers? They are soft and affectionate. The moon is caged in the stream between the banks, and the wind shakes the wild orioles.
At dusk of March in Sui Dynasty, the catkins are flying freely. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Luo Yin A cluster of green smoke locks the jade tower, half hanging down the wall and half hanging down the ditch.
There will be new articles next year, and the spring breeze will continue to cause chaos.
5. A complete collection of ancient poems about willows
1. "Ode to Willows" by He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty. Jasper is made up into a tree as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. 2. "Qingmen Willow" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. The green tree looks sad, and has been part of the hatred of several people.
To say goodbye to the near capital, the long strips are folded to reduce the spring breeze. 3. "New Willows in Chang'an" by Chen Guang of the Tang Dynasty The clouds in Jiumo are beginning to shine, and the willows in Huangqu are already new.
There are different landscapes, but spring comes first. The color is light and slightly revealing, and the silk is light and not dusty.
A branch is about to be broken, and it’s time to return home. 4. "Seeing New Willows in Linchuan" by Cui Lu of the Tang Dynasty. I haven't seen the river head for three or four days, but the willows beside the bridge have old golden threads.
Ferrying back and forth from the south bank to the north, with rain and smoke, deep and shallow branches. Wherever my hometown holds my dreams, I see the prosperity and decline of other countries.
The color of the grass in Tingzhou is also like this. I am worried that no one will know how far away I am.
6. Poems about willows
Poems about Willows Willow trees belong to the Salicaceae family and have many species. It is known that there are more than 3,000 species found all over the world.
There are more than fifty species of willow trees in my country, especially weeping willow, river willow, dry willow, wolfberry, yellow-flowered willow and long-leaf willow. Since ancient times, our people have loved willow trees.
With the help of the lyrical medium, people vent their emotions and write poems with willows, and have written countless beautiful and moving poems. The Book of Songs is the first collection of poems in ancient my country, including poems about willows.
The poem says, "I have passed away in the past, and the willow tree is still hanging in the air." The poem uses catkins to express the feeling of nostalgia. The most famous poem about willows is the poem "Ode to Willows" written by He Zhizhang, a poet of the ancient Tang Dynasty: The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk strips hanging down.
I don’t know who planted the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. The poem uses thin ribbons as a metaphor for wicker. With the help of rich imagination, the poet sings about the charming spring in a unique way.
In the spring breeze, the willow trees sprout and grow leaves. It is the spring breeze as thin as scissors that "cuts" thousands of green willow branches to dress up this green spring. Bai Juyi's "Willow Branches" describes in detail the whirling willows of new willows in early spring, and their graceful and fragile appearance.
The poem says: Yiyi curls up to regain youth, seducing the spring breeze with unlimited affection. White snowflakes fluttered on the ground, and the green threads were as weak as the orioles.
Han Yu, one of the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties, observed the shape of catkins very carefully. His "Catkins on the Pond" can be called a penetrating work: There is no wind on the pond, but the light is falling, and the poplars fly away after clearing. In order to clear the slender mirror, it is wet but has no sky and cannot return.
Here, poplars are catkins. The sky is full of catkins at sunset, and poplar flowers fall to the water. They are soaked in water and can no longer fly.
Through this detailed description, the poet reflects his intoxication in the beautiful natural scenery. A poem by Wu Rong, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, "Yanghua" has a different flavor: If you don't fight for the rich flowers, you won't occupy the reds, and you will fly into the clear fields with misty snow.
Hundreds of flowers will always hate the wind, but only Yanghua will love the wind. The poem expresses the affirmation of Yang Hua.
Although Yanghua does not have the color of Baihua, it has a personality that Baihua does not have. It is not afraid of wind and rain, but relies on the power of the wind to fly freely in the air like snowflakes, which is unique.
Zhou Zhihui in the Qing Dynasty wrote a poem "Liu": It is pitiful every year when spring comes, and I fight for three times and sleep three times. The traces of melancholy are scattered by the wind, and the beauty of the sky is covered with rain.
The ancient ferry wanted to lead a wanderer, and I left the pavilion to give the traveler a whip. The sound of a flute sounds late at night, and looking back at the vast expanse, there are a few smokey trees.
Although this poem is titled "Willow", it expresses the wanderer's detachment. The long willow branches on the shore seem reluctant to let the wanderer go away, and want to hold the boat that is about to set off.
The willow tree is personified. In the dim dusk, the tourists on the boat frequently looked back at the smoky weeping willows by the river, as if they were saying goodbye to their relatives.
There are even more anecdotes related to Liu in ancient my country. Here is just one example. The story of Zuo Zongtang, the general of the Western Expedition of the Qing Dynasty, who beheaded a donkey and the poems eulogized by his descendants are still widely sung in the northwest region.
During the Tongzhi period of the Qing Dynasty, the Russian army occupied the territory of northern Xinjiang. The imperial court sent Zuo Zongtang as the general to fight the enemy in the west. In the fifth year of Tongzhi (1866), the Zuo Army marched into Gansu, but along the way they saw “the ground was as bare as peeling, the mountains were bare for thousands of miles, and yellow sand was flying. "
Zuo Ji sent an order: "Wherever the army passes by, trees must be planted to greet them. Otherwise, no matter the governor or county magistrate, they must raise their heads to see them." "Military orders fell like mountains. Soon, wherever the army arrived tomorrow, trees were planted.
Zuo led his army to fight all the way to northern Xinjiang. When we returned, we were already seeing "thousands of miles of Longyuan, and willow catkins nana" along the way.
On the way home, Zuo Zongtang saw some trees peeling off their bark and causing them to die. Zuo Zongtang got out of the car and took a closer look, and found a donkey tied under a tree. It was gnawing the bark of a willow tree. Zuo Zongtang immediately became furious and ordered his guards to lead the donkey to the Drum Tower in Jiuquan City. Then he beat the drum and conveyed the order, gathering the soldiers, civilians, and officials. Come and be trained.
Zuo stood on the drum tower and ordered the donkey to be killed in public, and announced that if anyone dared to damage the willow tree, he would be guilty of the same crime as the donkey and would not be killed. People were so frightened that no one dared to hurt another willow tree. After a few years, the willow trees would become shaded.
In order to commemorate General Zuo’s contribution to planting trees and loving willows, the local people named the willow tree planted by Zuo Gong during his Western Expedition "Zuo Gong Willow". Yang Changjun, the governor of Gansu, also wrote a popular poem Poetry to praise this merit. The poem goes: The general has not returned from his expedition to the west, but the descendants of Xianghu are all over the Tianshan Mountains.
Three thousand miles of newly planted willows attract the spring breeze to Yuguan. Willow trees and willow poems are amazing.
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7. What are the poems with the word "willow"
Poems with the word "willow": Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the cold food and the east wind keep the willows from slanting.
(Korean "Hanshi") There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, but there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers. (Lu You's "Visiting Shanxi Village") The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the wind from the willows blows on your face which is not cold.
(Zhinan's "Quequatrains") I advise you to drink another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west. (Wang Wei's "Send Off the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi") Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascended to the blue sky.
(Du Fu's "Quatrains") Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass. (Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci") The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I hear the singing on the Langjiang River.
(Liu Yuxi's "Bamboo Branch Poems") Red crisp hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. (Lu You's "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix") The most beautiful thing about spring is that it beats the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.
(Han Yu's "Two Poems by Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water in Early Spring") Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown. (Li Bai's "Spring Night in Luo").
8. Liu's poems
I suddenly saw the color of willows on the street, and I regretted teaching my husband to look for the feudal prince Chang'an. There are endless trees on the road, only the weeping willow tubes are separated. He Zhizhang's "I don't know who cuts the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors", Liu Yuxi's "The willows are as green as the Qingjiang River, I can hear the singing on the Langjiang River", Han Yu's "The best thing about spring is the most beautiful thing in the year, it beats the willows all over the emperor's capital", Gao Ding's " The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky, and the willows blow on the embankments and are drunk by the spring smoke." Mao Zedong's "There are thousands of willows in the spring breeze, and the six hundred million Chinese states are filled with Shun and Yao."
"The Book of Songs": In the past, I have gone, and the willows are still smoking in the spring of Ba'an. They climb and fold every year for pedestrians. "The spring breeze is reduced." The morning rain in Weicheng is lightly dusted, and the guest houses are lightly colored with new willows. "Where can I wake up tonight?" On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon rises." "The smoke trees are scattered across the Baling Bridge, and the scenery is all over the place. The decaying willows and old willows have been climbed and folded several times, and the haggard Chu palace waist" Zhao Mengfu's "The peach blossoms in the wild shop are red and pink, and the willows and tobacco on the streets are green."
If you don’t see off guests in the east city, you will never know the beauty of spring.” Qiao Ji’s “Skinny horse carries poems to the end of the world, and there are several tired birds in Huchou Village.” Flying willow flowers flutter on the head, adding beauty to people's temples." "Refers to the green willows, which are lightly climbed and folded.
The movement is sad, knowing that there will be a better season later. "The willows in Xicheng are soft." Moving away from worries, tears are hard to hold back.
I still remember the sentiments, and I once returned to the boat together."
9. Poems describing the beautiful willow tree
One tree has thousands of branches in the spring breeze, tender as gold and soft as silk.
Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi's "Poems of Willow Branches" and "Poems of Hundred Willows" collected Li Qing's "Smoke Willow" poem: "The green poem is floating in the faint light, and the tree waist is half-exposed, and the shadows are uneven, and the light is lightly smeared to fascinate the dawn. Color, I don’t know where it is called oriole. "The poem "Spring Willow" says: "The gold powder is half pinned and the silk is getting longer, and the half posture is like that of Wang Lang. The purple ginseng is red in the spring, and the noon breeze often carries the fragrance of flowers. "
"Xia Liu" said: "Hunting and hunting in the wild pond, the farm's yin lightly protects the timid and delicate sun. The day is long enough to sleep for three days, and I listen to the noise of cicadas and the night is cool. "The poem "Pond Willow" says: "The spring grass has clear ripples and fine lines, a few diagonal branches are green, the ground is dug into the ground to steal a piece of sky, and the weeping willows reflect the blue clouds. ”
The willow silk curls out in the wind, and the velvet grass curls up in the rain: it looks slender and weak. Gu: To spin out silk from cocoon.
Grass wisp: Thread-like young grass. Rong Rong: soft and fine appearance.
Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi's "Tianjin Bridge" [Ode to Willows] He Zhizhang's jasper made up a tree as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
The duck green is sparkling in the wind, and the sun is yellow and the duck green is curling up: refers to the color of the stream in spring. Sparkling: clear and clear.
Goose yellow: light yellow, refers to the tender green wicker. Niao Niao: The appearance of swaying in the wind.
The first sentence says that the green water is waving in the spring breeze; the second sentence says that the tender willows are swaying gently in the spring. Song Dynasty Wang Anshi's "Nanpu" Thousands of willow flowers are about to bloom, and grapes are about to bloom. Tang Dynasty Shen Quanqi's "Feng He Chun Ri Xing Wang Chun Gong Ying Zhi" Qingmen Liu [Tang Dynasty] Bai Juyi's green tree has a sad look, and has been part of the hate of several people middle.
To bid farewell to the near capital, the long strips are folded to reduce the spring breeze. The flowers are burning in the mountain scenery, and the willows are lying in flames with the sound of water: describing it as extremely red.
Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty "On the Qingming Day on the Lidu Road" About the poems describing willow trees, good sentences and paragraphs are excerpted from the collection. The willow spring grass in the pond has clear waves and fine lines, and a few diagonal branches are green. The ground is dug into the sky, and the weeping willows reflect the blue clouds.
The half pin silk of spring willow gold powder is getting longer and longer, and the half posture is better than that of Wang Lang. Purple ginseng and red flowers are blooming in spring, and the noon breeze often carries the fragrance of flowers.
Xia Liu hunts in the wild pond of Fengpu, and the farmer's yin lightly protects the timid and delicate yang. The day is long enough for three sleeps, and the night is cool with the sound of cicadas.
The smoky willows are floating in the dim light, and the shadows on the waist of the tree are uneven. The color of the dawn is dimmed by the light cage, and I don’t know where the oriole is.
Ode to the Willow by He Zhizhang The jasper tree is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. Qingmen Liu [Tang Dynasty] Bai Juyi The green tree has a sad look, and has been part of the hatred of several people.
To bid farewell to the near capital, the long strips are folded to reduce the spring breeze. Chang'an New Willows [Tang Dynasty] Chen Guang Jiumo Yunchujiu, Huangqu willows have been new.
There are different landscapes, but spring comes first. The color is light and slightly revealing, and the silk is light and not dusty.
A branch is about to be broken, and it will be early morning when it returns. Seeing New Willows in Linchuan [Tang Dynasty] Cui Lu I haven't seen the river head for three or four days, and the old willows and golden threads beside the bridge.
Ferrying back and forth from the south bank to the north, with rain and smoke, deep and shallow branches. Wherever my hometown holds my dreams, I see the prosperity and decline of other countries.
The color of the grass in Tingzhou is also like this. I am worried that no one will know how far away I am. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Cui Lu The wind is slow, the sun is late, and the smoke is dragging on the water.
Provoking the hatred of thousands of people, tied to short and long branches. The bones are soft and the man is thin, the waist is light and the woman is hungry.
It’s so heartbreaking to think that I haven’t returned to my hometown. Title Liu [Tang Dynasty] Di Huan From the south to the north, the shadows are whirling here.
There is no end to the green color, but there is more to it than love. The rain lingers on the bank of Ba, and the mist covers the Sui River.
He has a good name, can Qin Song succeed him? Xinliu [Tang Dynasty] Du Mu is unable to shake the wind and the dawn is new, and the thin waist is often jealous.
The green shade has not covered the water of the long embankment, and the golden ears are the first to welcome spring in the garden. A few sad memories of the long journey, a branch and the rain send the dust off.
There are many farewells outside the east gate, and people are worried about killing people day and night. Liu Quatrains [Tang Dynasty] Du Mu Several trees have newly bloomed and green shadows are in full bloom, leaning against the wind and being fascinated by the spring.
I hate my hometown Fanchuan, half covering the village bridge and half covering the stream. Willow [Tang Dynasty] Fang Qian swaying in the wind, softer than silk near the embankment.
Who knows if you have a strong attitude? If you are weak, it will be difficult to maintain it. Learn to dance with branches, turn your sleeves, and spread your eyebrows with makeup leaves.
How can I climb up and down, and my friends will write poems again. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Han Xie A cage of gold thread brushed the curved bridge, and the waist was almost damaged by children.
Helpless Linghe Biaoge is still there, but the spring is still long. Willow [Tang Dynasty] Han Cong Fold the willow tree and get the green strips in the song, and move it to the golden palace to plant the green sky.
Shangyang palace maid said goodbye with a voice, but she was not angry and returned to dancing with her slim waist. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Han Gai When the snow is gone, the shadows on the green gate are faint, and the warm wind returns late and early in the morning.
If you want to rely on thin leaves to retain the spring color, you must tie the long strips with Luohui. Peng Ze was sentimental and depressed, but Sui Di had no one to rely on.
This is a rare thing in the world that provokes hatred, but it is rare for travelers to give it away. Ode to the Willows [Tang Dynasty] Han Xie The rain and wind drag the wind uncontrollably, and the whole body is weak and hangs down to others.
The jade fiber is broken and given to each other from afar, just like when it is in the hands of Guanyin. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Li Qiao The willows are lush and green, and the golden embankment has a green atmosphere.
The flowers in front of the garden are like snow, and the leaves between the buildings are like clouds. The columns are divided into dragon shadows, and the Fangchi is written with phoenix characters.
How to play the short flute? Climbing and folding is to miss the king. Weeping Willow [Tang Dynasty] Li Shangyin In the small garden of Pingting, there is a graceful pond to the east.
All the court robes hang down to the ground, and the fairy clothes are full of wind. The Seven Sages would rather occupy the Bamboo, and the Third Rank would prefer the Pine.
In the heartbroken Linghe Hall, the late emperor’s throne is empty. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Li Shangyin The snow in the south and north of the Yangtze River has just disappeared, and the desert is light and yellow, stirring up tender strips.
Ba'an has climbed up to the guest's hand, and Chu Palace is the first to ride on the waist of the dancing concubine. It rains on the official road during the Qingming Festival, and the wind blows on the wild bridge in the evening.
Like a thread and a silk thread, hatred is connected, and the way back for the king and his grandson is far away. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Li Shangyin once danced in the east wind and enjoyed the spring garden in the heart-breaking sky.
How can I be willing to arrive in the clear autumn day, with the setting sun and cicadas. Title Liu [Tang Dynasty] Li Zhong Turning to the edge of the pavilion, the spring light is all over my hands.
How beautiful are the flowers? They are soft and affectionate. The moon is caged in the stream between the banks, and the wind shakes the wild orioles.
At dusk of March in Sui Dynasty, the catkins are flying freely. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Luo Yin A cluster of green smoke locks the jade tower, half hanging down the wall and half hanging down the ditch.
There will be new articles next year, and the spring breeze of chaos will not end.
10. A collection of poems describing willow trees
To say goodbye to many people near the capital, the long branches are broken to reduce the spring breeze "Qingmen Willow"
The long silk fish are mistakenly afraid, and the weak branches are frightened by birds "Five Five" "Willows by the Moon Water"
White Yang is full of sorrow and wind, Xiao Xiaochou kills people "Nineteen Ancient Poems"
Jasper makes up a tree as high as a tree, and thousands of green silk ribbons hang down "Ode to the Willow"
The flying flowers are obscured by the sun and moon, and I don’t know that there is clear frost in the sky and the earth. "Ode to the Willow"
One tree has thousands of branches in the spring breeze, tender as gold and soft as silk. "Poem of Willow Branches"
The duck green sparkles in the wind, and the sun and geese hang down in yellow "Nanpu"
Thousands of willows are blowing on the face, and the green smoke and golden ears are blowing. "Ti Liu"
There is something special about tripping up the spring breeze. , Who in the world dares to fight for lightness "Weeping Willow"
Thousands of birds chirp in the New Year, poplars fly all over the road in February "Spring Fu"
There is no talent in poplar elm pods, but they can only solve the problem of snow flying all over the sky. "Late Spring"
The moonlight in the atrium is clear and bright, and countless poplar flowers pass without a shadow. "Magnolia"
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Ancient poems about willow flowers
1. A poem describing willow flowers
Du Fu [Nine quatrains]
The heart-breaking spring river is about to end, and the staff and quinoa slowly step up to Fangzhou.
The crazy catkins go with the wind, and the light peach blossoms float with the water.
Bai Juyi [Presented to Judge Zhou on March 28th]
One spring was full of melancholy for three days. I was drunk and asked Zhou Lang if he could remember anything.
Willow catkins are sent to Orioles to persuade people to drink. I left Dongdu last year and today.
Li Shangyin [Liubei Pavilion on March 10th]
He is a member of the army and has little chance to return, and the magnolias have lost all their spring.
I followed the catkins secretly to the outside of the city and walked across the water west to hear the rules.
Li Shangyin [Visitors are not welcome and stay in the villa]
Qingqing did not hesitate to lock the window in spring, and went to make a long catalpa and walk around.
Leaning against the embroidered curtain and blowing catkins, the sun is high and there is no one in the deep courtyard.
Bai Juyi [Previous work of Huquan Store]
The willows and flowers are flying on the wild fox spring, chasing the water eastward and never returning.
The flowers and water are long and careless, and they are dependent on each other because the wind blows them down.
Rong Yu [recruiting men and returning home]
Catkins fly in the river city in March, and tourists send people home after five years.
Therefore, my tears of farewell and hometown tears will wet your clothes today.
Han Yu 【Late Spring】
Whoever harvests the beauty of spring will go back, and half of the slow green demon and red will disappear.
The elm pods can only be picked up by the catkins and wander around the empty garden.
Tang Yanqian [Remembering Meng Haoran]
The outskirts of the countryside are moving west and east, and the snow is clear and the donkey's back is full of joy.
The sentence is found in the pear blossoms under the bright moon, and the interest is in the spring breeze and catkins.
At the end of spring, no catkins can be left behind. They can go and fall into someone's house with the wind.
"Nine Poems on Yangliu Branch River" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
The dense shadows of the fragrance form a flower cave, and the dense willow knots and heavy fireworks
芊: Path. Heavy flower straps: The flowers bloom and cause the branches to droop. These two sentences describe the flowers blooming on both sides of the path, intertwined and covered, looking like a flower cave, with willow branches intertwined and hanging down heavily, creating a scene of spring.
"Spring Hua Yin" by Li He of the Tang Dynasty
There is no one on the willow path, and the catkins are flying without a shadow.
"Peony Cutting" by Zhang Xian of the Song Dynasty
The wind and waves are getting colder. Falling powder is fragrant, and the fragrance becomes array every day
Catkin wind gusts blowing catkins. The cold is about to end: the cold is about to end. pink. Refers to the flower piece. Xiang Cheng Zhen: Fragrance bursts.
"Butterflies in Love with Flowers" by Yan Shu of the Song Dynasty
The catkins fall silently and shed tears in spring. The moving clouds have shadows and the moon is shy.
Luoxu: falling catkins. It means that catkins are falling silently, accompanied by a few rain stars, as if spring secretly weeps for its end; the moon is always covered by floating clouds, as if shy and unwilling to show its face.
"Huanxi Sand" by Wu Wenying of Song Dynasty
2. Poems about willow
Qingmenliu [Tang Dynasty] Bai Juyi The green tree looks sad, and has been part of the hatred of several people.
In order to say goodbye to many people near the capital, the long strips are folded to reduce the spring breeze. Chang'an New Willows [Tang Dynasty] Chen Guang Jiumo Yunchujiu, Huangqu willows have been new.
Different Tianyuan scenery, spring comes first. The color is light and slightly revealing, and the silk is light and not dusty.
A branch is about to be broken, and it will be morning when it returns. Seeing New Willows in Linchuan [Tang Dynasty] Cui Lu I haven't seen the river head for three or four days, and the old willows and golden threads beside the bridge.
Crossing the south bank to the north, the branches are covered with rain and smoke. Wherever my hometown holds my dreams, I see the prosperity and decline of other countries.
The color of the grass in Tingzhou is also like this. No one knows how far away I am. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Cui Lu The wind is slow, the sun is late, and the smoke is dragging on the water.
Provoke the hatred of thousands of generals and tie them to short and long branches. The bones are soft and the man is thin, the waist is light and the woman is hungry.
I still miss my hometown without returning home. Title Liu [Tang Dynasty] Di Huan From the south to the north, the shadows are whirling here.
There is no end to the emerald green, and there is more to it than love. The rain lingers on the bank of Ba, and the mist covers the Sui River.
He has a good reputation, can Qin Song succeed him? Xinliu [Tang Dynasty] Du Mu is unable to shake the wind and the dawn is new, and the thin waist is often jealous.
The green shade has not covered the water of the long embankment, and the golden ears are the first to greet the spring in the garden. A few sad memories of the long journey, a branch and the rain send the dust off.
There are many farewells outside the east gate, and people are worried about killing people day and night. Liu Quatrain [Tang Dynasty] Du Mu Several trees have newly bloomed and have green shadows, leaning against the wind and being fascinated by spring.
I hate my hometown Fanchuan, half covering the village bridge and half brushing the stream. Willow [Tang Dynasty] Fang Qian swaying in the wind, softer than silk near the embankment.
Who knows if the attitude is strong? If the strength is weak, it will be difficult to maintain it. Learn to dance with branches, turn your sleeves, and spread your eyebrows with makeup leaves.
How to climb up and down, Huaiyou wrote poems again. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Han Xie A cage of gold thread brushed the curved bridge, and the waist was almost damaged by children.
Helplessly, Linghe Biaoge is still there, but the spring is still long and thin. Willow [Tang Dynasty] Han Cong Fold the willow tree and get the green strips in the song, and move it to the golden palace to plant the green sky.
The palace maid from Shangyang sent her off with a voice, but she was not angry and returned to dancing with her thin waist. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Han Gai When the snow is gone, the shadows on the green gate are faint, and the warm wind returns late and early in the morning.
If you rely on thin leaves to retain the spring color, you must tie the long strips with falling sunlight. Peng Ze was sentimental and depressed, but Sui Di had no one to rely on.
In the world, people who are hated are spared this kind of thing, but passers-by give away rare gifts. Ode to the Willows [Tang Dynasty] Han Xie The rain and wind drag the wind uncontrollably, and the whole body is weak and hangs down to others.
The jade fiber is broken and given to each other from afar, just like when it is in Guanyin's hand. Ode to the Willows [Tang Dynasty] He Zhizhang The jasper tree is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Li Qiao The willows are lush and green, and the golden embankment has a green atmosphere.
The flowers in front of the courtyard are like snow, and the leaves between the buildings are like clouds. The columns are divided into dragon shadows, and the Fangchi is written with phoenix characters.
How can I play the short flute? Climbing and folding is to miss the king. Weeping Willow [Tang Dynasty] Li Shangyin In the small garden of Pingting, there is a graceful pond to the east.
All the court robes hang down to the ground, and the fairy clothes are full of wind. The Seven Sages would rather occupy the Bamboo, and the Third Rank would prefer the Pine.
Heartbroken Linghe Hall, the late emperor's jade throne is empty. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Li Shangyin The snow in the south and north of the Yangtze River has just disappeared, and the desert is light and yellow, stirring up tender strips.
Ba'an has already climbed up to the guest's hand, and Chu Palace is the first to ride on the waist of the dancing concubine. It rains on the official road during the Qingming Festival, and the wind blows on the wild bridge in the evening.
Like a thread, a thread leads to hatred, and the way back for the king and his grandson is far away. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Li Shangyin once danced in the east wind and enjoyed the spring garden in the heart-breaking sky.
How can I be willing to arrive on a clear autumn day, with the setting sun and cicadas already there? Title Liu [Tang Dynasty] Li Zhong Turning to the edge of the pavilion, the spring light is all over my hands.
The flowers are not beautiful, their softness is sentimental. The moon is caged in the stream between the banks, and the wind shakes the wild orioles.
In the evening of March in the Sui Dynasty, the catkins were flying freely. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Luo Yin A cluster of green smoke locks the jade tower, half hanging down the wall and half hanging down the ditch.
There will be new articles next year, and the spring breeze of chaos will not stop. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Mu You: From now on and through the ages, a gift from the king can lead to a new life after several setbacks.
Five trees are leaning against Yuanming's house, and thousands of trees are hanging down from Taiwei's camp. The emeralds are hidden in the smoke near the water, and the orioles are nestled in the wind and rain.
In the Sui Dynasty, the embankment was surrounded by the sound of singing and playing. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Pei said: If the dust is high, the dangerous building is low, how often can the Ba Bridge be climbed and broken.
Thought is like a heartless tree, it welcomes people without understanding and only gives them away. Ode to the Willows [Tang Dynasty] Wu Rong Since he and the orioles are the ground, he does not teach flowers to be matchmakers.
The fineness is broken by the rain, but the lightness only loves the wind. It's good to brush the brocade steps, but don't cover the bronze sparrow platform.
There are tens of thousands of trees in Baling, and I will return home at dusk. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Xu Wei The golden bar in the desert has a slight lead, and it is green every year to announce the return of spring.
Release the cage and let the flying mist extend the fragrant scenery, and don’t chase away the scattered flowers and drifting into the sunset. The chirping birds and the noisy cicadas are depressing, while the dancing smoke shakes the water.
After the name of the five plants was revealed to the Tao family, it was seen that few of them were praised for their cultivation. Ode to the Willows [Tang Dynasty] Xue Feng The weak plant is frightened and hurts itself due to the wind. At dusk, it is time to turn over and have melodious thoughts.
Once upon a time, the purple moss floated along with me, and I dared to brush against the red lanterns to compete with each other. The lingering jade flies and dances, fluttering into the pond like snow and frost.
Mo Lingqi Road has many twists and turns, and gradually he is about to reach the painting hall in the shade. Tingliu [Tang Dynasty] Yao family The curling willow and poplar branches are mixed with hanging ornaments.
The total density of Jiaoyin is divided into separate sections. Because dependence seems to be forever, holding on to the knot makes separation even more painful.
Love this sunny spring scenery, don’t let the autumn wind blow suddenly. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Zhang Xu The cigarette sticks are hanging on the ground, and spring thoughts are formed by the buildings beside the city.
Please take a closer look at Feng Liuyi, who is still in the palace. Liu [Tang Dynasty] Zhenggu Half smoke and half rain beside the river bridge, the apricots reflect the Taoshan road.
You will be far away from others, and you will be disturbed by thousands of threads and spring breeze. Why bamboo flute complain willow, spring is not degree Pass.
Jasper is arranged in a high bunch, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cuts the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. I hear the broken willows in this nocturne. Who can’t forget the love of my hometown?
The willows are green and hanging on the ground, and the poplar flowers are flying in the sky. When all the wicker branches are broken and the flowers fly away, I ask passers-by whether they are returning home.
Xinghua Village The spring breeze blows in the willows in February, stirring up a lot of sadness in my heart. I know that this sorrow will happen every year, but we still meet after the storm.
Xinghua Village, Xinghua Wine, the sound of wind and rain in Fengyu Tower. I didn't see the swan geese delivering the letter, but I saw the beautiful woman's tears flowing down her face.
Catkins Fei Ge When will this lingering love end? It affects thousands of miles of clouds in the sky. There were originally two flying swallows in the clouds, but now they are all dreaming of people.
Where do you want to find Yingxue? Floating willow catkins offer sacrifices to the soul. After the sacrifice, it's another spring for the soul, but the green skirt is still missing.
Zuo Gongliu How many years have passed since the storm in life? How much generosity is no longer there? How many feats are a dream? How much does a glass of wine cost? Now I make a thousand wishes and sprinkle them on the everlasting willow trees in the long river. I don’t want to miss you forever, but I want to stay with you forever.
Slow Voice·Spring Dawn on Su Di The night is vast, there are few people on the road, and a bright moon is like a mirror. Only one person broke up and said goodbye to each other in tears.
A breeze blows, and the willow tops flutter in the wind. The tears are not dry, the person has passed away, but the song has not been finished yet.
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3. Poems about willow branches and catkins
【willow branch】【wicker】
Du Fu [As a gift from Cen Shen Bu Que Jian]
The graceful and graceful Qing Dynasty banned the door, but it is different to return from the court.
After you follow the Prime Minister, I will go to East China.
The willow branches are green and the stamens of the flowers are red.
An old friend got a good sentence and gave it to the white-headed man alone.
Bai Juyi 【Chang'an Spring】
The willow branches of Qingmen are soft and weak, and the east wind blows to a golden color.
The wine on the east side of the street is thin and easy to wake up from drunkenness, and the eyes full of spring sorrow cannot be sold.
Yuan Zhen [Eight Poems of Jing Shenqiu]
The willow branches are weak in the rain, and the scenery is slanted.
Dragonflies pity the morning dew, and butterflies love the autumn flowers.
The empty hedgerows are filled with hungry birds, and the cold roosts are filled with crows.
In the desolate pool hall, it doesn’t look like there’s anyone there.
Shi Jianwu [Watching the Dancing Girl]
The red knots and purple knots are afraid of the wind, and the graceful willow branches are weak for the first time.
It is unknown who is the master of the smile, and the hearts of thousands of people are changing one by one.
Liu Yuxi [Two Poems of Farewell to Suzhou]
Outside the gate with flowing water, the autumn wind blows the willow branches.
I've always been at the place where guests are seen off, but today I feel like I'm out of my mind.
Liu Xian [On the 4th day of the lunar calendar, the system was made at Weibin]
The peach blossoms are about to fall, the willow branches are long, and the sandy head is full of scenery.
At this time, the emperor came to visit the place, wishing to offer the goblet to purify the evil spirits every year.
Pi Rixiu [Night Party Questions and Answers 10]
The moon falls on the bridge, and the wind blows the decaying willow branches.
Standing alone against the railing, who is Qinghan playing the jade flute?
Bai Juyi [Early Spring in Qujiang]
The willow branches in Qujiang are getting weak, and the shrike in the Apricot Garden is beginning to make a sound.
Unfortunately, there are few tourists in Chunqian, so we can dismount by the pond.
Yang Juyuan [Folding Willows]
There are threads of dust on the willows by the water's edge. I immediately asked you to break a branch.
Only the spring breeze cherishes each other the most, and blows diligence into my hands.
Bai Juyi [Two Quatrains on Passing Pei Ling's Mansion]
The wind blows the willow branches out of the wall, and I remember the time when we were drunk together.
Every time I pass by Jixianfang, I never lower my eyebrows.
Du Mu 【Feelings】
The weeping willow in Wanxi has the longest branches and has been blown by the spring breeze all day long.
It is unbearable to climb up and down, but it is unbearable to watch. The young man on the street came from late.
【catkins】 【willow flowers】
Du Fu [Nine quatrains]
The heart-breaking spring river is about to end, and the staff and quinoa slowly step up to Fangzhou.
The crazy catkins go with the wind, and the light peach blossoms float with the water.
Bai Juyi [Presented to Judge Zhou on March 28th]
One spring was full of melancholy for three days. I was drunk and asked Zhou Lang if he could remember anything.
Willow catkins are sent to Orioles to persuade people to drink. I left Dongdu last year and today.
Li Shangyin [Liubei Pavilion on March 10th]
He is a member of the army and has little chance to return, and the magnolias have lost all their spring.
I followed the catkins secretly to the outside of the city and walked across the water west to hear the rules.
Li Shangyin [Visitors are not welcome and stay in the villa]
Qingqing did not hesitate to lock the window in spring, and went to make a long catalpa and walk around.
Leaning against the embroidered curtain and blowing catkins, the sun is high and there is no one in the deep courtyard.
Rong Yu [recruiting men and returning home]
Catkins fly in the river city in March, and tourists send people home after five years.
Therefore, my tears of farewell and hometown tears will wet your clothes today.
Han Yu 【Late Spring】
Whoever harvests the beauty of spring will go back, and half of the slow green demon and red will disappear.
The elm pods can only be picked up by the catkins and wander around the empty garden.
Tang Yanqian [Remembering Meng Haoran]
The outskirts of the countryside are moving west and east, and the snow is clear and the donkey's back is full of joy.
The sentence is found in the pear blossoms under the bright moon, and the interest is in the spring breeze and catkins.
Xiao Jing [Sanxiang is pregnant]
Catkins fly to leave Luoyang, and plum blossoms lag behind to Sanxiang.
The feelings of the world have dispersed like floating clouds, and the separation and hatred are as long as the river.
Zhang Zhongsu [Three Spring Outing Songs]
Smoke and willows fly with light catkins, and windy elm leaves drop small coins.
Among the misty flowers, Luo Qi competes with the swing.
Liu Yuxi [Nine Poems on Willow Branches]
On the bank of Bianshui River in Yangdi's palace, there are several willow branches blooming in spring.
In the evening, the wind blows and the flowers are like snow, flying into the palace wall and no one is there.
Bai Juyi [Previous work of Huquan Store]
The willows and flowers are flying on the wild fox spring, chasing the water eastward and never returning.
The flowers and water are long and careless, and they are dependent on each other because the wind blows them down.
Li Bai [Farewell at Jinling Winery]
The wind blows the fragrance of willow flowers all over the shop, and Wu Ji presses wine for guests to taste.
The disciples of Jinling came to see each other off, and everyone drank wine if they wanted to do it or not.
Please ask me about Dongliu Shui. Do you want to know who is good or bad?
Wu Yuanheng [Unexpectedly met with Cui Shishi during his visit to Pei School Secretary]
When the pear blossoms have fallen away and all the willow blossoms have fallen, the orioles are streaming in the garden trees and the sun is too late.
We miss each other several times without seeing each other, but there is no good time in the spring breeze.
4. Poems describing weeping willows
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2. Pei said [Liu] If the whisk is high and the dust is low, the Baqiao climbs and folds so often. Thought is like a heartless tree, it welcomes people without understanding and only gives them away.
3. Liu Shi [Answer to Han Hong] Willow branches are the festival of beauty, but it is a hateful gift to part with every year. A leaf suddenly announces autumn with the wind, even if you come, it will not be broken.
4. Cen Shen [Send to Wu Biejia in Huaizhou] The willow branches on Bashan are yellow, and the Nuantou wine is fragrant. The spring water makes the horse go away, and the evening rain wets the luggage.
The post road leads to Hangu, and the city of Zhou connects to Taihang. People in Qin Huai are always happy, but Wang Xiang is not the best.
5. Dai Shulun [Willow on the Embankment] Thousands of weeping willow threads weave farewells when spring comes. At the place where passers-by climb and break, the concubine has her heart broken.
6. Liu Yuxi [Two Poems of Farewell to Suzhou] Outside the Changmen with flowing water, the autumn wind blows the willow branches. I've always been at the place where guests are seen off, but today I feel like I'm out of my mind.
7. Rong Yu [recruiting people to return home] Catkins fly in the river city in March, and tourists send people home in five years. Therefore, my tears of farewell and hometown tears will wet your clothes today.
8. Yang Juyuan [The willows of Ba'an leave a message for Zheng Yuanwai] The willows contain smoke in the spring of Ba'an, and they climb and break every year for pedestrians. If the good wind takes advantage of the low branches, don't send black hair to sweep away the dust on the road.
9. Liu Yuxi [Willow Branches] There are thousands of willow branches in the spring river, and the old Banqiao twenty years ago. I once said goodbye to the beauty on the bridge, but I regret that there has been no news until now.
10. Zhang Ji [Recalling the Far Away] Pedestrians still have no time to return, at the end of the day on their first journey of thousands of miles. I only love the two willow trees in front of my door, their branches and leaves are not separated from each other.
11. Bai Juyi [Eight Poems on Willow Branches] People say that the willow leaves are like sad brows, and even more sad like willow silk. The willow silk pulls the broken heart and breaks the heart, and there should be no time for each other.
12. Li Bai [Jinling Wine Shop Leaves Farewell] The wind blows the willow flowers and fills the shop with fragrance, and Wu Ji presses wine for guests to taste. The disciples of Jinling came to see each other off, and they all had a cup of wine whether they wanted to do it or not.
Please ask me about Dongliu Shui. Do you want to know who is good or bad? 13. Du Mu [Long Sentences from Liu] When the sun sets, the water flows from west to east, and if the spring light is not exhausted, why will the willow be poor?
It is raining in Wu'e Temple, and the wind is blowing in front of Song Yu's house. It’s no wonder that the elm pods compete with each other for green, and the deep red contrasts with the peach blossoms.
There are tens of thousands of trees in the south of Han Dynasty in Bashang, and a few people are traveling and leaving. 14. Bai Juyi [Presented to Magistrate Zhou on March 28th] I spent three days in a state of melancholy in spring. I was drunk and asked Zhou Lang if he remembered anything.
Willow catkins are sent to Orioles to persuade people to drink. I left Dongdu last year and today. 15. Meng Jiao [Nanpu Chapter] The peach blossoms in Nanpu are sub-red, and the catkins by the water are blown by the spring breeze.
The birds are chirping and the smoke is hazy, I have been sending you off to the sad old man from afar. This old man has said goodbye to the young man, but he only remembers being in the deep mountains and deep valleys.
16. Li Bai [Listen to the flute in Luocheng on a spring night] The sound of someone’s jade flute spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luocheng. Hearing the broken willows in this nocturne, no one can forget the love of his hometown.
17. Yong Tao [Title: The Bridge of Ending of Love] There has always been only love that is difficult to end, so why is it called the Bridge of Ending of Love? From then on, he changed his name to Zheliu and allowed him to leave and hate him one by one.
18. Xu Hun [Farewell (when all the prostitutes paid farewell together)] Tears flowed along the red and pink wet towel, tied to the orchid boat to persuade him to drink frequently. A branch of willow by the river is left, and there are still people traveling far away in the Ming Dynasty.
19. Li Shangyin [Guanmen Liu] A row of willows by the Yongding River, with long hair in spring. Traveling from east to west is unkind and does not reduce the dust on the road to Qingyin.
20. Shen Bin [Farewell to the capital city] The willows on the shore are deserted and the wild fields are blooming in autumn. Travelers from the capital city must not look back. A piece of water is as clear as a sword, and does not worry about being cut off by others.
21. Li Bai's "Remembering Qin E" The sound of the flute swallowed, Qin E's dream cut off the moon in the Qin Tower. Qin Lou Yue, willow color every year, Ba Ling hurts farewell.
Enjoy the Qingqiu Festival in Yuanyuan, and the sound of Xianyang's ancient road is excruciating. The sound is gone, the west wind is lingering, and the Han family mausoleum is still there.
22. Yang Juyuan's "The Willows of Ba'an Leave a Farewell to Zheng Yuanwai" The willows contain smoke in the spring of Ba'an, and they climb and break every year for pedestrians. The good wind and suave air can be found on the low branches. Don't use black hair to sweep away the dust on the road.
23. Dai Shulun's "The Willows of the Changting Pavilion" The willows of the Changting Pavilion are swayed, and the water flows from the Yin to the Ba. The rain rubs the golden strands thinly, and the smoke curls up and the green silk is soft.
Seeing off guests brings new regrets, listening to orioles reminisce about old travels. If you give a lot of money as a gift, how can you get late autumn? 24. "Willow Branches" by Liu Yuxi The spring breeze blows wine flags outside the city, and pedestrians wave their arms at sunset.
There are countless trees on the streets of Chang'an, only the weeping poplar tubes separate them. 25. "Willow Branches" by Zhou Dehua There are thousands of willow branches in Qingjiang River, which was the old Banqiao twenty years ago.
I said goodbye to my lover on the bridge, and there is no news about him till now. 26. Li Bai's "Lao Lao Pavilion" Where the world is sad, Lao Lao sees off guests at the pavilion.
The spring breeze knows how to avoid bitterness and does not send green willow branches. 27. Luo Yin's "Liu" Ba Anqing comes to say goodbye frequently, leaning against each other for the best part of spring.
The flying catkins in my own house are still uncertain, and I am stumbling over the hanging threads to trip up passers-by. 28. Zhou Bangyan's "King of Lanling·Liu" The willow tree is straight, and the smoke is silky and green.
On the Sui Embankment, I have seen several times that the water is floating in the water to see people off. Climb to see your homeland.
Who knows Jinghua’s tired guests? Changting Road, every year, should have more than a thousand feet of flexible strips. Looking for old traces leisurely, drinking wine while mourning, leaving the table under the light of the lamp.
Pear blossom and elm fire promote cold food. I am worried that the wind is fast with an arrow, and the waves are warm with half a pole. I turn around and count the posts after a long journey, looking at people in the north.
Sadness and hatred piled up. Farewell, Pu lingers back, Tianjin is quiet.
The setting sun slowly makes spring infinite. Thinking about the moon and pavilion, holding hands together, listening to the flute on the exposed bridge, thinking about the past, like in a dream, tears dripping secretly.
29. Liu Yong's "Rain Lin Bell" The chilling cicadas are mournful. It's late in the pavilion, and the showers have begun to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the tents of the capital. I am nostalgic, and the orchid boat is breaking my hair. I hold hands and look at each other's tearful eyes, but I am speechless and choke. I think about it. Thousands of miles of smoke, the dusk is sinking in the vast sky. Passion has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more desolate in the Qingqiu Festival. Where can I wake up tonight, on the bank of willows, with the waning moon in the morning breeze. After so many years, it should be a good time and a good scene in vain. Even though there are thousands of ways Customs, who can tell me more about it? 30. Ouyang Xiu's "Traveling on the Shasha" The plum blossoms in the waiting hall are withered, the willows on the stream bridges are thin, the grass is fragrant and the wind is warm and the bridle is swaying. The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance continues like spring water.
Every inch of the soft intestine is full of pink tears. Don't lean on the dangerous railing near the high building. Pingwu is full of spring mountains, and travelers are outside the spring mountains.
31. "Willow Branches" by Bai Juyi: Yiyi curls up to regain youth, seducing the spring breeze with unlimited affection. White snowflakes fluttered on the ground, and the green threads were as weak as the orioles.
32. Han Yu's "Pond Catkins" There is no wind on the pond, but the sun is falling, and the poplars will fly away after clearing. In order to clear the slender mirror, it is wet but has no sky and cannot return.
33. Wu Rong's "Yang Hua" If you don't fight for the beauty, you won't get the glory. You will fly into the clear field and the snow is dim. Hundreds of flowers hate the wind blowing down, but Yanghua loves the wind alone.
34. Zhou Zhihui's "Willow" Every spring is pitiful, with three fights and three sleeps. The traces of melancholy are scattered by the wind, and the beauty of the sky is covered with rain.
In ancient times, I wanted to lead a wanderer on the ferry, and I left the pavilion to give the traveler a whip. The sound of a flute sounds late at night, and looking back at the vast expanse, there are a few smokey trees.
35. Han Yu's "Early Spring" The light rain in the sky is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but there is no grass up close. The most advantageous thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows. 36. Li Shangyin's "Gift of Willows": Zhangtai is hidden, and the roads in Chengdu are even more uneven. Seeing that she is extremely romantic, come and be graceful.
The bridge is about to break, and the embankment is far away. I can bear to let the flowers bloom like snow, and flutter the wine flag in the brothel.
37. "Breaking Willows" by Shi Jianwu: It hurts to see the spring willows on the roadside, each layer is broken and the other is broken. This year, I will return to my last place, and I won’t say goodbye to others last year.
38. "Willows by the River" by Yong Yuzhi On the edge of the ancient embankment, there is a green tree smoke. If the thread is not continuous,.
5. Poems about "Willow"
Willow, with its graceful posture and swaying postures, has been favored by literati of all ages and is often used as an object of lyrical expression. There are countless masterpieces of poems about willows in Tang poetry. Among them, He Zhizhang's poem "Ode to the Willows" is the most famous:
The jasper is as high as a tree, and there are thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
The poem goes against the previous writing method of using the image of willow to describe the slender figure of the beauty. Instead, the willow appears as the beauty "jasper". It uses personification to vividly depict the willow's long draping branches and green new leaves in the spring breeze. A charming gesture in the breeze.
Among the poets of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shangyin was the one who had the most affection for Liu. In his collection of poems, there are as many as a dozen poems with the title "Liu". The poem "Giving Willows" describes the graceful appearance of spring willows:
Zhangtai is hidden, and Ying Road is even more uneven.
Seeing that she is extremely romantic, come and be graceful.
The bridge is about to break, and the embankment is far away.
I can bear to let the flowers bloom like snow, and flutter the wine flag in the brothel.
"Shaded" and "Jagged" describe the luxuriant scene of willows with bright or dark colors and soft flowing strips, "romantic" and "graceful" describe the lightness of willows, and the flowers flying like "snow" describe the prosperity of spring willows to the extreme.
And "Willow" is about willows in autumn:
I once danced in the east wind and enjoyed the spring garden in the heart-breaking sky.
How can I be willing to arrive on a clear autumn day, with the setting sun and cicadas already there?
He writes about autumn willows and compares them with spring willows. The prosperity of the willows in spring reflects the withering of willows in autumn; the more prosperous and proud the spring is, the more it shows the withering and haggardness of willows in autumn.
They both chant willows, but the poet shows completely different emotions: writing about spring willows highlights his joy and love for the prosperity of spring willows; writing about autumn willows expresses the poet's lament for the sparse decline of autumn willows.
Ying Liu is often used as a farewell in Tang poetry. Luo Yin's "Liu" uses the metaphorical technique and uses the image of spring willows to describe the farewell scene outside Chang'an City and on the shore of Bashui on a sunny day in late spring:
Ba Anqing comes to say goodbye frequently, cuddling with each other for the longest time.
The flying catkins in my own house are still uncertain, and I am stumbling over the hanging threads to trip up passers-by.
In farewell poems, poets usually break willow trees as gifts. For example, Dai Shulun's "Willows on the Embankment":
Thousands of weeping willow silks weave farewell when spring comes.
The place where passers-by climb and break is when my concubine breaks her heart.
"Breaking Willows" by Shi Jianwu:
It hurts to see the willow spring on the roadside, one layer is broken and the other is broken.
This year, I will return to my last place, and I won’t say goodbye to others last year.
Yong Yuzhi's "Willows by the River" is unique and innovative:
Beside the ancient embankment, there is a green tree smoke.
If the silk is not continuous, keep the tielang boat.
The heroine in the poem not only did not break the willows to say goodbye, but she hoped that the willow silk would remain uninterrupted so that she could tie her lover's boat and never be separated.
In addition, Bai Juyi's "Old Willow in the West of the Qinzheng Building" outlines a "picture of a horse standing in the wind" in simple strokes, which is also a self-portrait of the poet:
The half-decayed tree faces the wind, and the passionate person stands on horseback.
A willow tree in Kaiyuan, spring of the second year of Changqing.
And Tang Yanqian's poem "Weeping Willow" has a different meaning:
There is no love in the spring breeze. Who dares to fight against the lightness in the world?
The King of Chu planted seeds on the bank of the river for no reason, and his slim waist was damaged by starvation and he could not learn anything.
This poem not only describes the gracefulness and tenderness of the weeping willows, but also reminds us of the story of King Ling of Chu who "loved a thin waist, so many palace maids starved to death". It is a tribute to the object, and the irony is directed at the emperor and the feudal bureaucracy headed by him. , showing sharpness in tenderness, and revealing sharpness in implicitness, it can be called a masterpiece of "Yong Willow" poems.
6. Poems about Willow
Thousands of birds chirp in the New Year, and poplar flowers fly everywhere in February
Chirp: Birds chirping.
"Spring Fu" by Yu Xin of the Northern Zhou Dynasty
The poplar and elm pods have no talent and thoughts, but they can only solve the problem of snow flying all over the sky.
Yanghua: catkins. Elm pod: elm money, when the elm tree has no leaves, it first produces pods between the branches. The pods are as small as money. The pods are white when they are old and fall with the wind.
"Late Spring" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
The moonlight in the atrium is clear and bright, and countless poplar flowers pass without a shadow.
Yanghua: catkins.
"Magnolia·Yimao Wuxing Cold Food" by Zhang Xian of the Song Dynasty
The spring breeze does not let go of the poplar flowers, and they flutter in the faces of passers-by
Not sure: I don’t know, I can’t. Forbidden: to stop. Yanghua: catkins.
"Traveling on the Shasha" by Yan Shu of the Song Dynasty
Reluctant to paint a small household, the spring breeze is free and the flowers are blooming
It means that the catkins are flying freely and do not linger in the wealthy homes of the painting halls and Zhuhu households.
"Qing Ping Le" by Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty
Spring beauty is divided into three parts: two parts dust and one part running water.
Spring color: refers to poplar flowers. Two-thirds of the dust: Two-thirds of the poplar flowers fall into the dust on the roadside. One minute of flowing water: one-third of the poplar flowers fall to the water.
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty's "Shui Long Yin·Ci Yun Zhang Zhifu Yang Hua Ci": "Spring scenery is divided into three parts, two parts are dust, and one part is running water. Looking closely, it is not poplar flowers, but the tears of people leaving."
After the peaches and plums in the small garden are exposed to the east wind, I can see the poplar flowers flying freely.
Yanghua: catkins.
Wang Ling of the Song Dynasty "瀹瀹"
At the end of spring, no catkins can be left behind. They can go and fall into someone's house with the wind.
"Nine Poems on Yangliu Branch River" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
The dense shadows of the fragrance form a flower cave, and the dense willow knots and heavy fireworks
芊: Path. Heavy flower straps: The flowers bloom and cause the branches to droop. These two sentences describe the flowers blooming on both sides of the path, intertwined and covered, looking like a flower cave, with willow branches intertwined and hanging down heavily, creating a scene of spring.
"Spring Hua Yin" by Li He of the Tang Dynasty
There is no one on the willow path, and the catkins are flying without a shadow.
"Peony Cutting" by Zhang Xian of the Song Dynasty
The wind and waves are getting colder. Falling powder is fragrant, and the fragrance becomes array every day
Catkin wind gusts blowing catkins. The cold is about to end: the cold is about to end. pink. Refers to the flower piece. Xiang Cheng Zhen: Fragrance bursts.
"Butterflies in Love with Flowers" by Yan Shu of the Song Dynasty
The catkins fall silently and shed tears in spring. The moving clouds have shadows and the moon is shy.
Luoxu: falling catkins. It means that catkins are falling silently, accompanied by a few rain stars, as if spring secretly weeps for its end; the moon is always covered by floating clouds, as if shy and unwilling to show its face.
"Huanxi Sand" by Wu Wenying of Song Dynasty
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