About poplars, tough and straight poems,

Baiyangzan

There is no trace of Gobi in the Western Regions.

Branches and leaves are withered, and vegetation is separated.

Some grass is pure green, and some trees are dead.

There is no grass on the snowy plain.

Autumn wind calls frost and cold,

Poplar leads green life alone.

You cann't spend the rain in the west,

But it can inhabit in summer.