What are some poems describing willow trees? A complete collection of classic famous lines praising willows

Willow is the general term for a group of plants such as Hankow willow, glandular willow, weeping willow, and Chinese wingnut. It has high ornamental value and is mainly used for ornamental planting in residential communities, 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 they have also been a theme praised endlessly by poets and writers for thousands of years. Now let us take a look together at what poems describing willow trees there are!

"Willow at Qingmen"

Tang Dynasty · Bai Juyi

A single tree so green, a heartbreak color, how many partings has it entered into.

Because near the capital gate there are many farewells, its long branches are all broken off, lessening the spring wind.

"New Willow of Chang'an"

Tang Dynasty · Chen Guang

The clouds over the nine avenues have just cleared, and the willows along the imperial thoroughfare are already new.

Different from the scenery of the heavenly park, it first gains the spring by the sun's edge

Its color is pale and faintly holds dew, its threads are light and have not yet caught dust.

Just as one branch is about to be broken off, return home while it is still this morning.

"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 threads.

South bank and north bank, crossings back and forth, branches deep and shallow with rain and mist.

Where is my hometown that pulls at my dreams, twice in another land I have seen flourishing and decline.

The grass color on the sandbars is also like this, grieving travelers to death while others do not know.

"Willow"

Tang Dynasty · Cui Lu

The wind is slow and the sun lingers, when it trails mist and brushes the water.

It stirs up thousands of sorrows, tied to short and long branches.

Its bones are soft like Zhang Lang grown thin, its waist light like the Chu woman starving.

I have not yet been able to return to my old garden, how much heartbreak and longing.

"On Willow"

Tang Dynasty · Di Huan

From the south of heaven to the north of heaven, here its shadow dances gracefully.

Its emerald color cannot be broken off entirely, and parting feelings arise even more.

After rain it covers the Ba bank, in dim mist it lines the Sui River.

It has its own fine name, can the Qin pine follow it.

"New Willow"

Tang Dynasty · Du Mu

Powerless it sways in the wind as the dawn light renews, its slender waist invites jealousy as people look again and again.

Its green shade has not yet covered the water of the long embankment, its golden tassels first welcome spring in the imperial garden.

In several places it wounds the heart on distant roads, one branch with rain sees off the dust of travelers.

Outside the east gate there are many partings, grieving to death people morning after morning and evening after evening.

"Quatrains on Willow"

Tang Dynasty · Du Mu

Several trees newly opened, their emerald shadows aligned, leaning in the wind, their bearing charmed by spring.

Lingering with the regret for my old country Fanchuan, half veiling the village bridge, half brushing the stream.

"Willow"

Tang Dynasty · Fang Gan

Swaying, it invites the wind to blow, by the embankment it is softer than silk.

Who can recognize its rich bearing, being weak it cannot hold itself up.

Learning to dance, its branches turn like sleeves, displaying adornment, its leaves spread like eyebrows.

How is it that with one break and snap, I think of friends and write a poem again.

"Willow"

Tang Dynasty · Han Wo

A cage of golden threads brushes the curved bridge, several times damaged in its slender waist by children.

Helplessly its Linghe style remains, and when spring comes it still trails long branches.

"Willow"

Tang Dynasty · Han Cong

In the song of breaking willows one gets emerald branches, moved far to the golden hall and planted toward the blue sky.

The palace women of Shangyang send it off with held-in voices, resentful that it first returns to dance with a slender waist.

"Willow"

Tang Dynasty · Han Gai

The snow is gone and at Qingmen it plays with faint shadows, in warm wind and lingering sun the early orioles return.

If one would rely on fine leaves to keep spring's colors, one must tie the long branches to the setting sun.

At Pengze it is full of feeling and still lush, on the Sui embankment with no master it still lingers.

In the world it stirs regret and is especially abundant in this, but perhaps travelers break and gift it but rarely.

"Praising Willow"

Tang Dynasty · Han Wo

Trailing rain and dragging wind, it cannot hold itself, its whole body powerless as it hangs toward people.

Jade-like fingers break it off and send it from afar, just like when in Guanyin's hand.

"Willow"

Tang Dynasty · Li Qiao

The willows are dense and misty, the golden embankment always filled with emerald air.

Before the courtyard flowers are like snow, by the tower leaves are like clouds.

The constellations divide the dragon's shadow, the fragrant pool writes phoenix patterns.

How shall the short flute be played, I break it off because I think 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 all carries wind.

Would the Seven Sages rather occupy bamboo, the third rank still yields to pine.

Heartbreaking is the Linghe Hall, where the former emperor's jade seat is empty.

"Willow"

Tang Dynasty · Li Shangyin

South and north of the river the snow has just melted, vast and faintly yellow it stirs tender branches.

At the Ba bank it has already been climbed by travelers' hands, in the Chu palace it first gallops with dancing girls' waists.

At Qingming with rain it comes to the official road, in the evening sun with wind it brushes the wild bridge.

Like thread, like silk, it is just pulling at regret, how far is the noble traveler's road home.

"Willow"

Tang Dynasty · Li Shangyin

Once it followed the east wind brushing the dance mat, in the Leyou spring garden in heartbreak weather.

How could it be willing to reach the clear autumn days, already carrying slanting sun and also carrying cicadas.

"On Willow"

Tang Dynasty · Li Zhong

Broken toward the parting pavilion's edge, spring light fills the hand as it grows.

Do the many flowers have no beauty, its soft nature is naturally full of feeling.

Lining both banks it veils the stream moon, with wind it shakes the wild orioles.

On the Sui embankment at the end of the third month, flying catkins must be scattering freely.

"Willow"

Tang Dynasty · Zhang Xu

Fresh and bright, misty branches hang brushing the ground, by the city wall and tower's edge they knot spring thoughts.

Please look closely at its romantic air, it has not diminished from the time in Linghe Hall.

"Willow"

Tang Dynasty · Zheng Gu

Half mist, half rain by the river bridge, reflecting apricot and reflecting peach along the mountain road.

It understands the endless feelings of parting people, a thousand threads and ten thousand catkins stirring the spring wind.

"Courtyard Willow"

Tang Dynasty · Yao Xi

Slender and graceful willow branches, by the window mixed pendants hang down.

Their interwoven shade is altogether dense, their divided branches each are fitting.

Leaning together as if forever, gathering and knotting makes parting hurt even more.

I love this bright spring color, let not the autumn wind blow suddenly.