The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. ——Zhinan's "Quequatrains"
On the willow branches above the moon, people meet after dusk. ——Ouyang Xiu's "Shengchazi·Yuanxi"
The courtyard is a little deep, with willows piled in smoke and countless curtains.
—— Ouyang Xiu "Butterfly Love Flower·How Deep the Courtyard"