Bai Juyi
I once planted willows in the south of the Yangtze River in spring and bid farewell to the south of the Yangtze River twice in spring. Looking back at the green river, I don't know who Pan Zhe is.
Willow trees on the bank
Dai Shulun
The weeping willows are full of silk, and spring comes to weave parting. Pedestrians climb, and now when my heart is breaking.
Folding willow
Jianwu Shi
Seeing Yang Liuchun by the roadside, I folded it all again. This year, I will return to last year's position and will not leave others last year.