What are the poetic lines describing willow trees? Latest compilation
Willow is the general term for a group of plants such as drought willow, glandular willow, weeping willow, and Chinese wingnut, with high ornamental value, mainly used for ornamental garden planting in residential areas, gardens, schools, factories, hillsides, courtyards, roadsides, and in front of buildings. China has a history of planting willows of more than four thousand years, and it has also been a theme praised endlessly by poets and writers for thousands of years. Now let us take a look at what poetic lines describing willow trees there are!
"Green Gate Willow"
Tang Dynasty · Bai Juyi
A tree so green, the color of heartbreak, has entered how many people's parting sorrow.
Because it is near the capital gate, many farewells take place here; the long branches are all broken off, diminishing the spring breeze.
"New Willows of Chang'an"
Tang Dynasty · Chen Guang
The clouds over the nine thoroughfares have just cleared, and the willows along the imperial streets are already new.
⟦NL>Different from the scenery of the heavenly garden, they are the first to catch the spring by the sun's edge
The color is pale and slightly holds dew, the filaments are light and have not yet stirred up dust.
Just as one branch is about to be broken off, one returns home before this morning ends.
"Seeing New Willows at Linchuan"
Tang Dynasty · Cui Lu
Not seeing the riverbank for three or four days, the willows by the bridge have grown old with golden filaments.
South and north of the banks, people cross back and forth; branches deep and shallow carry rain and mist.
Where is my hometown that pulls at my dreams? Twice in a foreign land I have seen prosperity and decline.
The grass on the sandbars is also like this, grieving the traveler to death while no one knows.
"Willow"
Tang Dynasty · Cui Lu
The wind is slow and the sun lingers, when it trails mist and brushes the water.
⟦NL>It stirs up thousands of regrets and ties them to short and long branches.
Bones soft like Zhang Lang grown thin, waist light like the hungry Chu maiden.
I have not yet been able to return to my old garden; how much heartbreak there is in the longing.
"Inscribed on Willow"
Tang Dynasty · Di Huan
From the south of heaven to the north of heaven, its shadow dances here.
Its emerald color cannot be broken off entirely, and parting feelings arise even more.
After rain it veils the Ba bank, in dim mist it borders the Sui River.
It has its own fine name; can the Qin pine continue it?
"New Willow"
Tang Dynasty · Du Mu
Powerless it sways in the wind as the dawn color renews; its slender waist makes rivals jealous as people look again and again.
Its green shade has not yet covered the water of the long embankment, but its golden tassels are first to welcome spring in the imperial garden.
In several places it grieves the heart longing for distant roads; one branch, with rain, sends off the dust of travelers.
Outside the east gate there are many partings, grieving to death people morning after morning and evening after evening.
"Quatrain on Willow"
Tang Dynasty · Du Mu
Several trees newly open, their emerald shadows even; leaning in the wind, their manner is bewitched by spring.
Lingeringly, the regret of the old country at Fanchuan; half veiling the village bridge, half brushing the stream.
"Willow"
Tang Dynasty · Fang Gan
Swaying, it stirs the wind; by the embankment it is softer than silk.
Its manner is rich, but who recognizes it? Its strength is weak, and it cannot hold itself up.
Learning to dance, its branches turn like sleeves; displaying its adornment, its leaves spread like brows.
How is it that once one climbs and breaks it, one longs for friends and writes poems again?
"Willow"
Tang Dynasty · Han Wo
A cage of golden threads brushes the curved bridge; how often it has been damaged in its slender waist by children.
Yet helplessly its Linghe style remains; when spring comes it still trails long branches.
"Willow"
Tang Dynasty · Han Cong
In the song of breaking willows one obtains emerald branches; moved afar, they are planted by golden halls toward the blue sky.
The palace ladies of Shangyang send them off with choked voices, resentful that others first return to dance with slender waists.
"Willow"
Tang Dynasty · Han Gai
When the snow has gone, it plays with its faint shadow at the Green Gate; in warm wind and lingering sun, the early orioles return.
If one would rely on fine leaves to keep spring's color, one must tie the long branches to the setting sun.
By Pengze it remains full of feeling and lush; on the Sui embankment, masterless, it still lingers.
In this world it especially abounds in stirring regret; is it because travelers break and gift it so rarely?
"Ode to Willow"
Tang Dynasty · Han Wo
Trailing rain and dragging wind, it cannot hold itself; its whole body is powerless as it hangs toward people.
Jade-slender fingers break it and send it from afar, just like in Guanyin's hand.
"Willow"
Tang Dynasty · Li Qiao
Willows are lush and misty; the golden embankment is all emerald haze.
Before the courtyard the flowers are like snow; by the tower the leaves are like clouds.
The constellations divide the dragon's shadow; the fragrant pool writes phoenix patterns.
How shall the short flute be played? One breaks a branch because one thinks of you.
"Weeping Willow"
Tang Dynasty · Li Shangyin
Graceful in the small garden, elegant east of the winding pool.
At court its pendants all hang to the ground; its immortal robe is all full of wind.
Would the Seven Sages rather claim bamboo? The third rank still yields to pine.
Heartbreaking is the Linghe Hall; the late emperor's jade seat is empty.
"Willow"
Tang Dynasty · Li Shangyin
South and north of the river the snow has just melted; vast and pale yellow, it stirs tender branches.
At the Ba bank it has already been grasped by travelers' hands; in the Chu palace it first gallops with dancing girls' waists.
At Qingming, with rain, it overlooks the official road; in the evening sun, holding wind, it brushes the wild bridge.
Like thread, like silk, it is just stirring regret; how far, how far is the noble man's road home.
"Willow"
Tang Dynasty · Li Shangyin
Once it chased the east wind and brushed the dancing mats, in the Leyou spring garden, in heartbreak weather.
How could it be willing to reach the clear autumn day, already carrying slanting sun and also carrying cicadas?
"Inscribed on Willow"
Tang Dynasty · Li Zhong
Broken toward the parting pavilion's edge, spring light fills the hand as it grows.
How could the many flowers lack beauty? Yet its soft nature is naturally full of feeling.
Hugging both banks, it veils the moon over the stream; with wind it shakes the wild orioles.
On the Sui embankment at the end of the third month, one imagines flying catkins crisscrossing.
"Willow"
Tang Dynasty · Zhang Xu
Fresh and bright, misty branches hang down brushing the ground; by the city wall and tower's edge they knot spring longing.
Please look closely at its romantic manner; it has not diminished from the time in the Linghe Hall.
"Willow"
Tang Dynasty · Zheng Gu
Half mist, half rain by the river bridge; reflecting apricot, reflecting peach, along the mountain road.
It understands the endless feelings of parting people; a thousand threads and ten thousand catkins stir the spring wind.
"Courtyard Willow"
Tang Dynasty · Yao Xi
Slender and graceful willow branches hang before the window like mixed pendants.
Their interwoven shade is altogether dense; their separate branches are each fitting.
Leaning together seems forever; gathering and knotting only wounds parting more.
I love this bright spring color; let not the autumn wind blow too soon.