When spring has just arrived, before the messy wicker has time to turn into a light greenish-yellow color, it relies on the east wind to sway erratically, becoming even more aggressive. Those willow branches will only make the catkins fly up in the sky for a long time, trying to block the brilliance of the sun and the moon, but they don't know that when autumn comes, there will be severe frosts one after another in the sky and the earth, and by then it will wither and wither.
Original text:
"Ode to the Willow"
The chaotic strips have not yet turned yellow, leaning against the east wind and becoming wild.
The flying flowers cover the sun and the moon, and I don’t know that there is clear frost in the sky and the earth.