A poem praising the plane tree in spring

At night, it rained on the leaves of buttonwood, and the leaves were leaving.

Indus is drizzling, until dusk, dribs and drabs. This time, what a sad sentence.

Indus will grow old and mandarin ducks will die side by side.

Tall buildings yearn for dusk, and there is rustling rain on the leaves of airplanes.

Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground.

Lonely phoenix tree, deep courtyard locks clear autumn.

The strong wind blew down the plane tree, and some people said it was short.

Wei Yun is a river of light, with raindrops and phoenix trees.

Right and wrong can't reach the wild stream, and the phoenix tree sleeps in the rain.

Hanging sparse paulownia where there is no moon makes people quiet at first.

Red beans peck parrot grains, and old phoenix sticks to green trees.

Will an old friend come tonight? Teach people to make a perfect picture of the phoenix tree.