He Zhangzhi [Tang Dynasty]

Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.

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

Tall willows are covered with new green leaves, and drooping willows are fluttering gently like thousands of green ribbons. I wonder who cut this thin willow leaf. This is the spring breeze in February. Like a magic pair of scissors.

2. Seven Pastoral Songs and Six Songs/Leisure Life

Wang Wei? Tang dynasty

Hearts also contain fresh rain overnight, green willows and a touch of spring smoke.

The children at home have not been driven away, and the oriole singing the song of idleness is still sleeping.

The red peach blossoms still contain fresh rain all night, and the green wicker even carries a touch of spring smoke. The petals fell, the children at home didn't clean up, and the oriole fell asleep with a leisurely mountaineer.

3. Two Liangzhou Ci Poems (Part One)

Wang Zhihuan? Tang dynasty

The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain.

Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!

The Yellow River seems to rush out from the white clouds, and Yumenguan is hanging alone in the mountains. Why do you want to complain about the late arrival of spring by playing the plaintive "Yangliuqiu" with Qiangdi? It turns out that the spring breeze around Yumenguan can't blow!

4. Two poems about Zhi Zhu, the first part

Rachel? Tang dynasty

The willows in Jiang Shuiping are green, and I can hear the songs on the Langjiang River.

Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny.

On the bank of Yangliuqing, the wind and waves in the river were calm, and suddenly a man's song came from the boat on the river. Just like the sun in the east and the rain in the west. You said it was not sunny, right? The weather is sunny again.

5. Two Poems by Shen Yuan (Part Two)

Lu you? Song dynasty

The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton. This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.

She has been dead for more than forty years, and the willow trees in Shenyuan are too old to spit cotton. Seeing that I am going to turn into a pile of loess in Huiji Mountain, I still come here to mourn and shed tears.