1. A seven-character quatrain with the word "willow"
Willow Branches Bai Juyi Willow is old in spring and the sun is setting. Let him fly to other people's homes.
Who can learn more about children's play, chasing the spring breeze and catching willow flowers? Fuxi Pond Bai Juyi's weak willow branches moved first, and the pond had ripples and the ice was all open.
I don’t know who knows today, but the spring breeze and spring water will come all of a sudden. Manxing Du Fu's heart is broken, the spring river is about to end, and the staff and quinoa slowly stand on Fangzhou.
The wild catkins dance with the wind, and the thin peach blossoms float with the water. Two Occasional Poems from Qi'an County (Part 1) Du Mu's two poles sit on the Sunset River Bridge, half a wisp of light smoke in the willow shadow.
How many green lotuses rely on each other and hate each other, looking back to the west wind for a while. Cold Food Han Hong's Spring City is full of flowers flying everywhere, Cold Food the east wind keeps the willows from slanting.
At dusk, candles were passed around the Han Palace, and light smoke dispersed into the house of the Five Marquises. Spring Thoughts Jia Zhi The grass is green and the willows are yellow, and the peach blossoms are fragrant and plum blossoms are fragrant.
The east wind does not blow away sorrow and desire, but the spring day can provoke long-lasting hatred. Yong Liu: 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. Liu Kou shuns the apricot blossoms in the light smoke at dawn, and the deep green condenses in the evening on the flat sand.
The long strip has a unique and romantic place, closely reflecting the Su Xiaojia in Qiantang. 2. Poems with the word "willow" in the seven-character quatrains
Wherever I wake up tonight, there are willow banks and the waning moon in the morning breeze.
Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets climbed into the blue sky.
It is a rainy morning in Weicheng, and the guest houses are green and green.
The spring breeze knows how to say goodbye to bitterness, and does not send away the green willow branches.
The Xicheng willows are soft in spring, moving away from sorrow, and the tears are hard to hold back.
The most ruthless willows in Taicheng , the smoke cage is still on the ten-mile embankment
I left in the past, and the willows lingered. Now I come to think about it, the rain and snow are falling
Willows on the Hanyang River, visitors are attracted to the east branches
Leaning on the railing and staring, secretly feeling melancholy, the willow flowers are flying in the east wind
The most advantageous thing about spring is that the entire imperial capital is filled with smoke and willow trees.
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 separation before death.
The spring breeze strives to cherish the long strips.
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 the only ones.
Forty years after the dream broke, the old willows in Shen Yuan did not blow their cotton. This body walks in the soil of Jishan, and there is still a trace of it. (Lu You. Shen Yuan)
Ode to the Willow (He Zhizhang)
The jasper is 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 willows in Xicheng are soft in spring, leaving me with sorrow and tears. ——Qin Guan
The most ruthless willows in Taicheng are still smoke-filled embankments ten miles away. ——Weizhuang
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"
There are willows on the Hanyang River, and visitors are attracted to Taung Branch. ——Li Bai
Leaning on the railing and staring, secretly worried, the willow flowers are flying in the east wind. ——Ouyang Jiong 3. Four-character or seven-character quatrain ancient poems about willows
1. Yang Juyuan's "The Willows of Ba'an Leave a Farewell to Zheng Yuanwai"
The willows contain smoke in the spring of Ba'an,
Every year I climb and fold to become a pedestrian.
The good wind and gentle breeze can be found on the low branches.
Don’t use black hair to sweep away the road dust.
2. Dai Shulun's "Ode to the Willows in the Changting Pavilion"
The willows in the Changting Pavilion are swaying, and the Yin is connected to the Ba River.
The rain rubs the golden strands thinly, and the smoke is soft and green.
Seeing off guests brings new regrets, and listening to orioles reminisce about old travels.
How can we get late autumn if we get more gifts as gifts?
3. "Willow Branches" by Liu Yuxi
The spring breeze blows the wine flag outside the city,
Pedestrians wave their sleeves at sunset.
There are countless trees on the streets of Chang'an,
Only the weeping poplar tubes separate them.
4. "Willow Branches" by Zhou Dehua
There are thousands of willow branches in the Qingjiang River,
The old Banqiao twenty years ago.
I said goodbye to my lover on the bridge,
There is no news yet.
5. Li Bai's "Lao Lao Pavilion"
Where the world is sad, Lao Lao sees off guests at the pavilion.
The spring breeze knows no pain and does not send away the green willow branches.
6. Luo Yin's "Willow"
Ba Anqing comes to say goodbye,
We can't stand each other until spring.
My own flying catkins are still uncertain,
I am arguing about the hanging silk and stumbling passers-by.
7. "Weicheng Song" Wang Wei
Weicheng Chaoyu is clear of dust,
The guest house is green and the willows are new.
I advise you to drink a glass of wine.
There is no old friend when you leave Yangguan in the west.
8. "Ode to the Willow" [Tang Dynasty] He Zhizhang
The jasper is as high as a tree,
Thousands of green silk ribbons hang down.
I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
9. "Lone Willow" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
A willow tree containing smoke will sway in the wind for a long time.
The beautiful woman couldn't bear to be broken and looked back at her delicate hands with regret.
10. "Old Willow Tree on Tizhou North Road" by Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
The withered edges of the skin have been exposed to wind and frost for a long time,
The short strips cause the warp to break frequently.
But seeing that this is the way to go,
I don’t know who the first seed was.
The number of snowflakes decreases year by year,
The tobacco leaves become sparse and new each year.
There is no way that old plants are less fragrant.
It is better to be in spring than to be in spring.
11. "Inscribed on the willow trees beside Fen Bridge in Pingyang County (She lived in this county for 89 years)" by Cen Shen, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
I once lived here, and now I feel like I am home.
Poor Fenshang Liu, I feel reluctant to meet each other.
12. "Modern Wu Song Solo" by Bao Linghui, a poet of the Northern and Southern Dynasties
The willow tree catches the spring breeze, one low and another high.
Who can remember each other in vain and sleep alone to spend the three yangs.
13. "Three Ancient Poems" by Song Dynasty poet Zhang Lei
The willow trees in the garden dance like shyness.
How can I let go of all my worries in a quiet place?
14. "Willow" by Song Dynasty poet Zhao Fan
The pines and chrysanthemums are still in their late years,
The five willow trees have returned to their old age.
The romance does not depend on the spring breeze.
It depends on the autumn wind blowing down.
4. Poems with the word "willow" in seven-character quatrains
Where to wake up tonight, the willow bank, the dawn wind and the waning moon. Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascend to the blue sky. It rains in the early morning in Weicheng , the guest house is green and the willow color is new. The spring breeze knows that the bitter spring breeze does not send the willows green. Now I come to think about the rain and snow falling on the willows on the Hanyang River. Visitors draw the east branches and lean on the railing to gaze, secretly feeling sad. The willow flowers are flying in the east wind, which is the best spring of the year. The willows are full of smoke in the imperial capital. I left in the past, and the willows lingered. 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. The willow branches are broken and the flowers are flying away. May I ask the passers-by whether 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, the only thing you can do before death in this world is to say goodbye, the spring breeze strives to cherish the long strips. Outside the city, the wind is full of wine flags, and pedestrians are waving their hands to the west. There are endless trees on the streets of Chang'an, only There are weeping poplar tubes to part with. The dream is broken and the incense has been sold for forty years. The old willows in Shen Yuan will no longer blow. 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. I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. The willows in Xicheng are soft in spring, moving away from sorrow, and the tears are hard to collect. - Qin Guanqing The most ruthless willow in Taicheng, still smoke The cage is ten miles away from the embankment.——Weizhuang In the past, I went there, and the willows lingered. Now I come to think about it, the rain and snow are falling.——The Book of Songs The willows on the Hanyang River, visitors are attracted to the east branches.——Li Bai leaned on the railing and gazed, secretly feeling melancholy. , Liu Huafei takes advantage of the east wind. - Ouyang Jiong. 5. Seven-Character Poetry Willow
The sky is clear and the sand is spring
In spring, the mountains are warm and the sun is gentle, and the curtains of the pavilions and pavilions are closed.
In the willow swing courtyard. Orioles are singing and swallows are dancing, and the flowing water on the small bridge is red.
Visiting Shanxi Village, Lu You
Moxiao’s farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years the guests eat enough chicken and dolphins.
There is no way out in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.
The flutes and drums follow the spring society, and the clothes and clothes are simple and ancient.
From now on, if you are allowed to take advantage of the moonlight, the pillars and sticks will knock on the door all the time and night.
Spring comes occasionally
The clouds are light and the breeze is passing through the midday sky, and the flowers and willows are passing through the front river.
At that time, people did not know the joy of their hearts, and they would be called young people who are studying in leisure.
Yu Linling Liu Yong
The cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night. The showers have just stopped, and there is no trace of drinking in the tents of the capital. Fang is nostalgic, and the orchid boat is urging him to start. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked. The thought goes away, thousands of miles of smoke, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Passionate sentiments have hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival. Where will you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, wait for someone to tell you.
Wang Wei, the second envoy of the Yuan Dynasty, sent to Anxi
The morning rain and dust in Weicheng were light, and the guesthouses were green and willow-colored.
I advise you to drink another glass of wine, and there will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west.
Early Spring in the East of the City Yang Juyuan
The poet's clear scene is in the New Year, when the green willows are only half yellow.
If you stay in the forest and the flowers are blooming, you will be the one looking at the flowers when you go out.
The light rain in early spring Han Yu
The light rain in the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close.
The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.
Cold Food Han Ling
Flowers are flying everywhere in the Spring City, and the east wind of Cold Food keeps the willows from slanting.
At dusk, candles were passed around the Han Palace, and light smoke dispersed into the house of the Five Marquises.
Quatrains by Seng Zhinan
A short awning is tied in the shade of an ancient tree, and a staff and tributary help me cross the east bridge.
My clothes are wet with the apricot blossom rain, and the willow wind blows on my face without chilling it.
Visiting Du Shenyan in early spring with Lu Cheng of Jinling Mausoleum
Unique official visitors were surprised by the new phenology.
The clouds rise above the sea and the plum blossoms cross the river in spring.
Shu Qi urges the yellow bird, and the clear light turns green.
Suddenly I heard the ancient tune of the song, and I felt like thinking about it.
6. The seven-character poem with "Willows by the River" mainly describes the lake's crystal clear bottom, level as a mirror, and shimmering light
"Farewell Cambridge" Xu Zhimo I left gently, just as I came gently ; I waved gently, saying goodbye to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willows by the river are the bride in the setting sun, their beautiful shadows in the ripples of light, rippling in my heart. The green water plants on the soft mud are swaying oilily on the bottom of the water; in the soft waves of the Cam River, I would rather be a waterweed. The pool under the shade of the trees is not a clear spring, but a rainbow from the sky crushed among the floating algae, where the rainbow precipitates. Like a dream.
Looking for a dream? Take a long punt pole and row upstream to where the grass is greener, Load a whole boat of starlight, Sing songs in the colorful starlight but I can't sing, Quietness is the shengxiao of parting; The summer insects are also silent for me, Silence is tonight Cambridge! Quietly I left, just as quietly as I came; I waved my sleeves, not taking away a single cloud. It is good when the water is shining and clear, but the mountains are also strange when they are empty and covered with rain.
If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, it is always appropriate to wear light makeup and heavy makeup. (Su Shi) To the north of Gushan Temple and to the west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is flat at the bottom of the clouds.
In several places, early orioles are vying for warmth in the trees, and new swallows are pecking at the spring mud. The wild flowers are gradually becoming more attractive to the eyes, and the Asakusa can only be free of horse hooves. My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, the white sand bank in the shade of green poplars.
Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake" After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are unique.
Spring Title on the Lake (Tang Dynasty) by Yang Wanli in "Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple" The coming of spring on Bai Juyi Lake is like a painted picture, with chaotic peaks surrounding the horizon. The surface of Songpai Mountain is covered with thousands of greens, and the moon is dotted with a pearl in its heart.
The threads of the green carpet are picking up the early rice, and the green nepotism is showing the new crop. I couldn't leave Hangzhou, but half of my stay was this lake.
Spring Title on Lake Bai Juyi Lake is like a painted picture, with chaotic peaks surrounding the horizon. The surface of Songpai Mountain is covered with thousands of greens, and the moon is dotted with a pearl in its heart.
The threads of the green carpet are picking up the early rice, and the green nepotism is showing the new crop. I couldn't leave Hangzhou, but half of my stay was this lake.
On June 27th, Su Shi was writing drunkenly at Wanghu Tower. Black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat. The ground wind blows away suddenly, and the water below the lake tower is like the sky.
The Yang Wanli Wu leaves in Qiushan are new, the yellow persimmon leaves are red, and there are also tallow trees and red maples. It is said that the mountains are desolate in autumn, and the three and four peaks of the West Lake are embroidered.
After leaving Jingci Temple to see off Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli at dawn, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
The title is Lin'an's residence, Qingshan Tower outside Lin Shengshan. When will the West Lake singing and dancing end? The warm wind makes tourists drunk, and they call Hangzhou Bianzhou. Looking at the sea and the tide, Liu Yongdong is in the southeast. It is the city of Sanwu and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times.
Smoked willow painted bridges, windy green curtains, and hundreds of thousands of homes. Clouds and trees surround the dike and sand, raging waves roll up frost and snow, and the sky is boundless.
The city is lined with pearls, and the households are filled with luxury goods. There are many lakes stacked with Qingjia, with three autumn osmanthus and ten miles of lotus.
The Qiang pipe clears the sky, the watermelon song fills the night, and the old lotus baby plays and fishes. Thousands of horses and tall teeth.
Get drunk, listen to flutes and drums, chant and enjoy the haze. There will be good scenery in the future, go back to Fengchi to praise it.
Good things are approaching the West Lake. Although the mountain scenery is picturesque, it is difficult to paint it.
The singing bell is sandwiched between the strings in the front and the pipes in the back, before it breaks and resumes. Then the lotus flowers bloomed, and several orchids flew by in boats. 7. Poems about "Willow"
Willow, graceful and swaying, 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 Willow" is the most famous:
The jasper 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.
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", and uses personification to vividly depict the long and draping branches of the willow. , the charming posture of the new green leaves blowing in the spring 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 grace of spring willows:
Zhangtai is hidden away, 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.
Forbearance blooms like snow, and the brothel flutters the wine flag.
"Shadow" and "Jagged" describe the lush scene of willows with bright or dark colors and soft hanging strips, "romantic" and "graceful" describe the lightness of willows, and "snow" expresses the willows flying like spring willows. The prosperity is written to the extreme.
And "Willow" is about the willow in autumn:
I once danced in the east wind and danced in the spring garden, enjoying the heart-breaking sky.
How can I be willing to arrive on a clear autumn day, with the setting sun and cicadas already there?
It 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 affection for autumn willows. The lament of sparse decline.
Yong Liu is often used as a poem 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 bank of Ba River on a sunny day in late spring:
Ba Anqing came to say goodbye and cuddled together. Dependence on each other is overwhelming.
The flying catkins in my own house are still uncertain, and I am stumbling over passers-by by arguing with them.
In farewell poems, poets usually break willows as gifts. For example, Dai Shulun's "Willows on the Embankment":
Tens of thousands of weeping willow threads weave farewell when spring comes.
The place where pedestrians climb and break is when the concubine breaks her heart.
Shi Jianwu's "Breaking Willows":
It's sad to see the spring willows on the roadside, each layer is broken and the other is broken.
This year, I will go back to where I was last year, and I won’t say goodbye to others last year.
Yong Yuzhi's "Willows by the River" is unique and innovative:
On the edge of the ancient embankment, there is a green tree smoke.
If the silk is not continuous, keep the tielang boat.
Not only did the heroine in the poem not break off the willows to say goodbye, but she hoped that the willow silk would remain uninterrupted so that she could tie her lover's boat together and never be separated.
In addition, Bai Juyi's "Old Willow in the West of Qinzheng Building" outlines a "picture of a horse standing in the wind" in simple strokes, which is also the poet's self-portrait:
Half-decayed tree facing the wind , a passionate and immediate person.
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 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 was unable to learn.
This poem not only describes the gracefulness and tenderness of the weeping willows, but also reminds us of the story of King Chu Ling who "loved a thin waist, and many of his maids starved to death". He and the feudal bureaucracy group headed by him are sharp in tenderness and sharp in subtlety, which can be called a masterpiece of "Yong Liu" poetry.