Ode to the Willow
The jasper is as high as a tree,
Ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.
I don’t know who cuts the thin leaves.
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
——He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty
Zeng Gong: Ode to Willows
The chaos has not yet turned yellow,
Relying on the east wind It's crazy.
The flying flowers cover the sun and the moon,
I don’t know that there is clear frost in the sky and the earth.