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.
The Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu"
The acropolis cleared the dust of rainy city,
The guest rooms are green and willow.
I suggest you have another glass of wine,
There is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west.
Yang Liuzhi by Liu Yuxi, a poet in Tang Dynasty
Outside the city, the spring breeze blows the wine flag and pedestrians wave at sunset.
Chang 'an is a stranger to infinite trees, and only weeping willows can leave.