A poem that uses "willow" to express the feelings of missing and parting.

I planted willows in Jiang Nanan, and I bid farewell to Jiangnan twice in spring. Looking back at the riverside, I don't know who climbed it (Tang Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan"), so I'll bother you to fold one at once. Only the most pitying, diligent blowing to the hand (Liu Yang in Tang Dynasty), willow green, listening to the singing on the Langjiang River (Zhi Zhu Ci in Yuxi, Liu Tang), suddenly seeing Liu Seqi, regretting to teach her husband to find a seal (funeral march in Changling, Tang Wang). How deep is the yard? The willow piles up smoke, but the curtain doesn't count (Ouyang Xiu's "Die Lian Hua" in the Northern Song Dynasty). Willow in Xicheng is soft in spring, moving away from sorrow, tears are hard to collect, and I still remember my feelings. They used to hate Liu Guizhou (Jiangchengzi by Qin Guan in the Northern Song Dynasty), and the grass grows long and the orioles fly in February.