Poetry: Jasper dresses up as a tree, and thousands of moss tapestries hang down. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Tall willows are covered with new green leaves, and soft willows hang down like ten thousand green ribbons fluttering gently. Whose skillful hand cut off these delicate leaves? It turned out to be the warm spring breeze in February. It's like a pair of clever scissors.