Poetry about weeping willows in winter

1. Sentences to describe the willow tree in winter

1. The willow tree’s trunk is straight, brown in color, and the bark is rough, but the branches droop down, each The branches are very smooth, and the branches are covered with green leaves, emerald green, each leaf is like an undulating boat. A breeze blows, the branches are swaying gently, and the leaves are dancing lightly on the branches, like a boat with leaves. Ripple.

2. The willow tree stretched out its branches with yellow and green leaves, which were gently blowing in the slight spring breeze, like groups of fairies in green clothes dancing. The peach trees sandwiched between the willows also bloomed with bright flowers. The green willows and red flowers were so beautiful!

3. The beauty of thousands of willow branches, the hardships of millions of mothers, the supple branches, the evergreen willows standing by the river are pleasing to the eye, their shape is like a waterfall, like hair, green in spring and summer , hanging white in winter, looks natural and unrestrained no matter spring, summer, autumn or winter. The breeze blows, swaying the whole body, dancing gracefully, and contrasting with the mountains and rivers, making it more charming and moving. Isn't this the case for the great mother? 2. Paragraph describing the willow tree in winter

Winter, willow tree in the sun November 26, 2005 Biqing The withered color of winter has been completely exposed on the crown of the tree.

Looking out the window not far away, there are still a few withered but green willow leaves on the branches of the willow trees. The greenery that is no longer vigorous and sparse seems to be Ignite the vast greenery hidden in the blue sky and sunshine. I suddenly felt that it was hard to tell whether the immortal color of life had not fallen from the branches or was spreading out between heaven and earth.

It seems that its existence is just for me to meet it in this winter, just for me to look at it this morning, just for me to look at it and feel it in the sunshine at this time, Read it, record it. At the same time, I also let the water drip out of my thirsty chest, and slowly a faint breath floated out. Water droplets slowly condensed and shone on the wall of my heart.

The water drops were shining, rolling, shining, rolling, and slowly began to flow thin light and water. The light and water were flowing, gathering other undercurrents, and seemed to be returning to me. My body, I can’t tell whether it’s the light and water flowing, or my flesh flowing in the light and water... At this time, I just want to say, the sunshine is so good, the sunshine in October is so good, the touch of October left on the branches The green on the head is so nice. It is like a road that leads me, allowing me to face the world outside myself and achieve a kind of inner self-moisture.

This is one of the rare beautiful days and beautiful moments I have in winter. I seemed to have walked out of a turbid or chaotic and oppressive fog, and finally showed myself again and saw the sunshine... The world suddenly became fresh, and the coldness of winter seemed to be just in the time and space outside my heart, lonely. The earth is wandering, it has nothing to do with my heart.

Facing the willow trees not far outside the window, I suddenly discovered that their branches grow upward. The dense and slender branches stretch out to the sky gracefully and freely, like a girl who loves beauty, and like a peacock spreading her tail. She just wants to show herself, without shyness, not shying away from the sky, not shying away from the earth, not shying away from herself and the vastness of the many leaves between heaven and earth. The mighty falling does not shy away from human beings and the many eyes walking on the earth, does not shy away from all eyes with open wings, and does not shy away from all the holy, noble or dirty and ugly souls floating in the sky day and night.

It is so tranquil, beautiful, tranquil and peaceful, and like my soul, it also makes me feel a certain heaviness in my body. Ah, how they straighten their bodies toward the sky and stretch out their arms in winter.

I don’t know if it’s because of the pruning of the branches, or because they want to express themselves better in this cold season. This discovery actually surprised me secretly.

For many years, I have walked around it every day, and many people have walked around it. I dare say that many people, including me, have been concerned about their existence in many cases. Ignoring it, I didn’t even feel that there was any natural or inevitable connection between myself and the willow tree. There are even many people who don't take a serious look at them like me.

It seems that it is normal to turn a blind eye to things around me or that are familiar to me. Some kind of potential consciousness has blurred my mental image and eyesight, and I only want to see things I want to see, or things that are hard to get. Or a scenery that is difficult to blend into. Yes, to be honest, I always thought the willow tree was a symbol of weakness.

In my mind, it seems that an inherent image of the willow tree has been formed. The weeping willows in spring are green and soft.

The willow trees in summer are as lush as ribbons. In the past, I seldom appreciated the willow trees in autumn. I didn't want to see them. Nature gave them the appearance of decay with fallen leaves and branches.

I rarely pay attention to the willow trees in winter, what kind of character they have. Yes, I paid more attention to the softness of the willow silk and downplayed its other life forms. I never paid attention to the joy or pain of the willow tree itself, let alone what kind of life it had in the severe winter. Feel.

It can also be said that I have never touched deeply and with my heart, and there are many things that have not expressed my spiritual feelings. Yes, the willow tree is not as tall and strong as the poplar tree in winter, or even as good as the old pear tree in the orchard not far away. In the depths of winter, its branches stretch out to the sky with a bit of complicated and ferocious desire and power. It seems to stretch out the entire winter's coldness, as if to scratch the entire winter into pieces.

The willow tree in front of me allows me to see the hard bones, but the softness of life shines in the sun. I think they are more like virtuous monks who absorb the essence of heaven and earth to cultivate themselves, or masters with noble souls who hide in the world.

Perhaps, life in a state of great freedom is naturally soft and beautiful in nature. They will not deliberately express themselves, they will not deliberately modify themselves, nor will they distort themselves due to crazy desires.

They will not take the initiative to harm any life, but just grow and exist in the world as life. Only when faced with a powerful force that destroys oneself or destroys the beautiful life in the world, can one do his best to dream of bursting out a powerful vitality that shakes the world and covers everything.

Yes, the willow tree in front of me seems to be restraining its spirit. She is still graceful and graceful in the cold wind, swaying the style in her dreams.

It uses rough bark to wrap the noble bones and soul that it has cultivated in the cycle of four seasons, allowing it to be blown by the wind and snow. In heaven and earth, all the objects created by nature will not be harmed.

However, as I looked at it, I felt a white light. Oh my God, my heart started to hurt. I saw it clearly. It was a sharp knife made by humans, shining with white light.

Yes, it can peel the bark off a willow tree. I saw a big saw being pulled around. They were cutting down a certain big tree. They had already cut down many big trees.

I know that this is just some kind of hallucination I had at this time. I comfort myself, my heart, please don’t feel pain anymore. The willow tree in front of me is still intact at this moment.

No one here can openly peel its skin, and no one dares to saw it off in broad daylight. Letting it exist on the roadside not far from my window is an arrangement by someone or someone else, but it also has its own destiny and enjoys more of the natural upbringing and protection of heaven and earth... I remembered that many years ago, I read a teacher's poems.

He likes nature very much and likes trees growing silently in nature. He regarded the winter canopy as the roots of big trees in the sky.

What a powerful life that is, with roots connecting the sky and the earth. It's a pity that at that time, I couldn't understand a tree in winter. A tree can survive the cold winter by grasping the sky with its crown and the earth with its roots. 3. Poems describing willow trees

"Ode to Willows" by He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty. The 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 cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. Qingmen Liu Tang Bai Juyi Qingqing Yishu looked sad, and had been involved in the separation and 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 Xinliu Tang Chen Guang Jiu Mo Yun Chu Ji, Huang Qu Liu has been new.

Different Tianyuan scenery, first get the sun and spring. The color is light and slightly revealing, and the silk is light and not dusty.

One branch is about to be broken, and it’s time to return home in the morning. New willows are seen in Linchuan, Cui oars of Tang Dynasty are missing, and for three or four days at the head of the river, willows and old golden threads are seen by the bridge.

Ferrying back and forth from 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 the same, and no one knows how far away I am. Liutang Cui oars the wind slowly and slowly, dragging the smoke across 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 feel heartbroken when I haven’t returned to my hometown. Inscribed on Liu Tang Di Huan, the sky is south and the sky is north, and the shadows here are whirling.

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 reputation, can Qin Song succeed him? In the new Liu Tang Dynasty, Du Mu was unable to shake the wind and the dawn was new, and his thin waist was 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. In the willow quatrain of the 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 brushing the stream. The square branches of the willow tree sway and are blown by the wind, and they are 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. In the Liu Tang Dynasty and Han Dynasty, a cage of gold threads brushed the curved bridge, and the waist was almost damaged by children.

Unfortunately, Linghe Biaoge is still there, but the spring is still long. In the Liu Tang Dynasty, Han Cong broke the willow songs and obtained green strips, and moved them to the golden palace to plant green sky.

The Shangyang palace maid said goodbye with a voice, but she was not angry and returned to dancing with her thin waist. Liu Tang, Han Ji, the snow is gone, and the shadows are faint on the green gate. The warm wind will return sooner or later.

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.

In this world, people who are hated are spared, but passers-by give rare gifts. Ode to the Willows in the Tang Dynasty Han Xie's rain was dragged by the wind and he couldn't control himself, and his whole body was weak and hung down to others.

The jade fiber is broken and given to each other from afar, just like when it is in Guanyin's hand. The willows and willows in Li Qiao in Liu Tang Dynasty are dense and dense, 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.

Why is the short flute played? Climbing and folding is to miss the king. Weeping Willow Tang Li Shangyin Pingting Xiaoyuan, graceful Quchidong.

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.

Heartbroken Linghe Hall, the late emperor’s jade throne is empty. In Liutang and Li Shangyin, the snow in the south and north of the Yangtze River has just begun to disappear, 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, it is like a thread that leads to hatred, and the way back for the king and his grandson is far away. In the 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? Inscribed on Liu Tang, Li Zhong turned towards the edge of Li Pavilion, his hands filled with spring scenery.

How beautiful are the flowers, their softness comes from their sentimentality. 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. "Night Snow" Tang Bai Juyi was surprised that his quilt was cold and his pillow was cold, and he saw the bright window again.

Late at night, I know the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo. "Snow on the River" Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty. Birds flew away from thousands of mountains, and all traces of people disappeared.

A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river. "Farewell to Dong Da" Tang Gaoshi, thousands of miles away, the yellow clouds are white and the sun is shining, and the north wind is blowing the geese and the snow is falling.

Don’t worry, there will be no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you. "Snow Plum" Song Lu Meipo's plum blossoms and snow refused to fall in spring, so the poet spent money on commentaries.

The plum blossoms are a little less white than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms. "Winter Pastoral Miscellany" Fancheng of the Song Dynasty set off his boat to watch the snow-capped mountains and the clear wind.

Sitting and listening to a pole of broken pearls and jade, I didn’t know that the lake had turned into ice. "Winter" in Mingkang, the sea clouds are as cold as snow but have not yet snowed, and the plum blossoms are thin and have not yet bloomed.

Liushui Xiaoqiaoshan Temple, bamboo fence and thatched cottage. "Song of White Snow Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital" by Tang Cen Shen The north wind blows and the white grass breaks, and it snows in August.

Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed.

Scattered into the pearl curtain and wet Luo curtain, the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin.

The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the guards' iron coats are cold and cold. The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away.

The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for the returning guests, playing fiddles, lutes, and flutes. Snow falls one after another on the camp gate, and the red flag is blown by the wind and does not turn over due to the freezing cold.

I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the Tianshan Road was covered with snow. You can't be seen on the winding mountain road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.

4. Poems describing dark willows by the river in winter

1. Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared. A man with a lone boat and a man in a coir, fishing alone in the cold snow in the cold river. "Snow on the River" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty 2 . If there is no chill in the severe winter, how can we see Yangchun Tang? Lu Wen's "Meng Dong Pu Jing Guan He Pavilion" chill: a harsh and bleak look. 3. The sky is cold and green, and the north wind calls withered mulberry. The thick ice does not crack, and there is a cold light in the short day. ?Meng Jiao's "Bitter Cold Song" called: The wind roared like a roar. 4. Only then did I see clouds covering the top of the mountain, and snow like dust on the rock. Thousands of bamboo shoots on the peaks, thousands of jades, thousands of trees and pineapples, thousands of clouds? Yuan Zhen's " "Snow in the Southern Qin Dynasty" 3. When the flying flowers of Liuchu come into the house, sit and watch the green bamboos turn into green branches in Tang Dynasty? The coverage is like white jade. 4. Late at night, I know the snow is heavy, and I often hear the sound of folding bamboo. Bai Juyi's "Snow at Night": "I was surprised that the quilt pillow was cold, and then I saw the window was bright. Late at night, I knew the snow was heavy, and I often heard the sound of folding bamboo." 5 .The bead curtain flutters across the pink wall, lighter than catkins and heavier than frost in the Tang Dynasty? Li Shangyin's "Two Poems on Snow" describes the scene of flying snowflakes in two sentences. 6. Hundreds of springs are frozen and swallowed, and I choked even more when I chanted the cold: The spring water is frozen because of it The flow is not smooth, so it is described as whimpering. Yin: Song Yin. Liu Jia of the Tang Dynasty "Bitter Cold Yin": "All the cold springs are swallowed, and I sing colder even more. I lean against the pine trees in the middle of the night, and I don't feel that my clothes are covered with snow." 7. Three million jade dragons were defeated in the battle, and the sky was full of defeated scales and armor. Flying jade dragons: describe the flying snow. Defeated scales and armor: describe the snowflakes dancing like scales and falling one after another. The first volume of "Tiaoxi Yuyincong Hua" by Hu Zai in the Song Dynasty, Volume 50 Four quotes from "Poetry of the Western Qing Dynasty" contain Zhang Yuan's poem "Snow" 8. The country never sleeps and the moon is thousands of miles away, the world is selfless and the jade is worth thousands of dollars? Huang Geng's "Snow" Jade: Yu Baixue. 9. The stream is deep and the snow is unbearable, and the mountain is not frozen. Flowing clouds are clear? Hong Sheng's "Xuewang" 10. The rain and snow are lingering, and the sun is clearing. "The Book of Songs? Xiaoya? Jiao Gong" Han Han: the appearance of heavy snow; one said it is like "floating". Sun; the sun's Hot air. Said: A auxiliary word with no real meaning. 11. The cold wind destroys the trees, and the frost freezes the courtyard in the Orchid and Han Dynasty? The ancient Yuefu poem "Old Poems Composed by Jiao Zhongqing's Wife" 12. The desolate wind at the end of the year, the shadow of the sun, the snow. Pour your ears. There is no sound of hope, in the eyes Hao has been clean and desolate: cold and cold. Yiyi: dark. Xi: few. In the eyes: what the eyes can see. Hao: white. Jin? Tao Yuanming "Written with his disciples in the twelfth month of the year of Guimao" "Jingyuan" 13. The difference in the air can be imagined by spreading salt, but it is not like catkins blowing up due to the wind? Xie Daoyun's "Song of Snow Couplet": "What is the appearance of white snow? The difference in the air by spreading salt can be imagined, but it is not like catkins blowing up by the wind." 14 .The bright moon shines on the snow, and the new wind is strong and sad in the Southern Dynasty and Song Dynasty? Xie Lingyun's "Twilight of the Year" Shuofeng: north wind. Strong: fierce. Sad: sad. 15. The wind shakes the bamboos across the window, and the mountain is covered with snow when the door opens? Wang Wei's "Winter Evening" "Snow Recalls Hu Jushi's Home" Window: Window. Feng Jingzhu: The wind carries snow, which hits the bamboo, making a rustling sound. 16. I wonder if the raindrops in the courtyard have fallen this morning, maybe the forest flowers bloomed last night? Song Zhiwen "Yuan" When encountering snow in the middle, "Tingxue: snowflakes falling in the courtyard. 17. The sound of water is icy when swallowed, and the sand road is flat in the snow? Liu Changqing's "Reward Zhang Xia Xue Night on the way to visit the state in the bitter cold" 18. A green vine path , Ten Thousand Dots of Snow Peaks Sunny Tang Li Bai "Returning to the Old Mountain in Winter" 19. The ground is white and the wind is cold, and the snowflakes are as big as hands Tang Li Bai "Mocking Wang Liyang for refusing to drink" 20. Yanshan Snowflakes are as big as mats, blowing down Xuanyuan Terrace one after another Tang Dynasty ? Li Bai's "Travel to the North Wind" Xuanyuan Terrace: It is said to be the place where the Yellow Emperor captured Chi You. 21. The clouds are low and the dusk is falling, and the snow is dancing in the returning wind. Du Fu's "To the Snow" Returning Wind: the whirling wind. 22. The frost is severe and the belt is broken , Pointing straight can't tie the knot Tang? Du Fu's "Five Hundred Words of Ode to the Heart from Beijing to Fengxian County" Pointing straight: fingers stiff. 23. The clouds are clear and the gulls are dancing more, and the wind is against the wild goose. Tang? Du Fu "Winter Night Sends off the eldest grandson to his family. "Return to the State" No line: no queue. 24. The cold weather makes the days short, and the wind and waves calm the Tang Dynasty? Du Fu's "Reminiscing about the Past in Gong'an County" 25. On the sparse bamboos in the setting sun, the lingering snow is scattered in the mountains in the Tang Dynasty? Han Hong's "The Master of Chu's House Meeting Bi Shuzi" "Qian Yuanwai Lang Envoys to the King" (a poem by Zhang Ji) 26. Who cut and carved the thousands of piles of snow on the ground to create this continuous sky of flowers in the Tang Dynasty? Han Yu's "Two Poems on Li Flowers": "When the land competes for luxury in spring, Luoyang Garden is particularly busy. Who. Cut and carve thousands of piles of snow on the flat ground to make this continuous ceiling." Sima, the king of Houfang Prefecture, and Yan Zhengzi saw the snow and presented it to Tang Li Bai. The wanderer came from the southeast and came from Wanshi Jingguo. The unintentional clouds drifted and suddenly returned to the northwest. Visited Dai Xiwei Occasionally, looking for this, we meet each other. A sad face leads to new joy.

, the final banquet is about the previous acquaintance. Yan Gong’s Han court is old, gloomy and rich in talents. The price of the bronze dragon tower is high, and the sound is loud on the side of the door. We meet here in Ningqi, and we will accompany you to the beautiful pavilion to rest. The distant peaks are bright with snow, and the spring scenery is locked in the cold city. Master The hope of the common people is that I am Qingyun Yi. Feng Shui is like seeing the talent, throwing poles to help the emperor. The six fathers of Rencheng returned to the capital with full rank. Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty thanked the spurs, and the 铓鸾 not Si Chen. You look at the crane on the sea, why Like a quail in a cage. I only use the heart of heaven and earth, and the floating clouds are my body. Even if I tie the hairpin together, it is like being married to Yanxia. Ji's father has a heroic demeanor, and his white eyebrows are extraordinary. As soon as he became an official, he fell asleep in a dream, took off his clothes and returned to the Western Qin Dynasty. Dou Gong opened his flowers At the banquet, all the poets came to Zhen. The song of the wild geese fell, and the song of Ying returned to the spring. The horses neighed for a hundred times, and the carriages moved in the dust. I hesitated and couldn't bear to leave, falling in love with these four people. I left the high carriage and bid farewell to the empty courteous people. When? Under the bamboo forest, he is even close to the infantry. After getting drunk from the snow, he gave it to Wang Liyang. Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty said: "Don't betray the flying dragon scales when you are pregnant, and don't braid the tiger's beard when you have hands. Look at Runan City in the past, the white-headed immortal hid the jade pot. Ziyou heard the wind blowing the bamboos outside the window." , Invite me to get drunk with green in the cup. How different is the sun in the calendar when the mountains are dark, the white snow flies and the flowers dazzle people's eyes. I have wine in your house, why should I worry? There are many guests enjoying themselves and holding candles. Qiuqiu. Crossing the river with drums and oars in the early morning. I miss the moon tower for thousands of miles. I offer my tribute to Xue from my brother Yu Chengzai. 5. Verses describing willow trees

Can Sing Willow Lyrics

The dawn wind wanes on the bank of willows

The flowers on the sun are still lying under the incense quilt

Smoked willows paint the bridge,

Thousands of green silk ribbons hang down, the guest house is green and the willow color is new

There are few willows blowing on the branches,

I don’t know the details. Who cuts the leaves, there is no grass anywhere in the world

Willows pile up with smoke,

The spring breeze in February is like scissors, I regret teaching my husband to look for a title

There is no spring city There are no flying flowers everywhere.

Wherever there is well water.

The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the smoke is still hanging on the ten-mile embankment

Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The orioles wear the willow belts, the wind curtains are green, and there are hundreds of thousands of homes

Suddenly I saw the color of willows on the street, the cold east wind slanted the willows

The most ruthless willows in Taicheng are the willows

He Zhizhang

The jasper made up a tree as high as the curtain The screen is countless

The willow shades are straight, and the smoke is green with silk threads

The weak willows are thousands of threads, and the tender yellow is evenly spread over the place where the duck crows, and the spring breeze does not pass through the Yumen Pass

Weicheng Chaoyu Yi Qingchen