1, willow
The morning dew hangs on the branches, and the fog color can be seen by anyone. It is the tenderness of the new willow after combing, with a light morning light and a deep chill. The shy willows on the shore, the lake is your mirror, and the poet is your eye. In which season you fly, which poet is intoxicated. Bent and drooping emaciated, willow trees on the shore.
2. The monologue of a willow tree
In fact, my inspiration comes from Chimonanthus praecox. When the spring breeze blows, I am very excited. Like a snail, I stretch out my yellow bud, waiting for the first flower in spring, and whether my swaying branches can be awakened. Hibernating snake, whisper to me, tell him my worry, then wake up the earthworm's dream and let it see if it's going to rain. Finally, it rained, and I became more and more presumptuous. Since July 2, I have grown into a shawl with long hair. At this time, I can make a willow flute to accompany Yan Zi.
3. Spring rain
Miss Liu, who longed for a winter, woke up from her sleep, stretched herself, raised her noble head, and let the spring rain wash her withered body and cheeks wantonly. The sun father-in-law came to the spring breeze with his sister, and Miss Liu shook her glittering beads and greeted them with a long-lost smile.
4. stones and soft willows
You are a soft willow tree, and I am an ugly stone, standing beside the stone bridge where you were born, at your feet, the people who built the stone bridge left me here. When the spring breeze comes, you dance with the wind, and the soft willows gently brush my rough face. Do you know that the water is rippling and my heart is shining?
5. "The willow has sprouted"
Late last night, I dreamed that willows sprouted. It is light green, just like a smile. This reminds me of me in the past. I still remember clasping my fingers, watching her leaping under the Liu Yin, laughing, and floating slowly on the riverbank we passed. Now I am walking alone on this riverbank near early spring, watching the willows sprout on both sides.