There are several poems about willow trees in ancient China.

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.