Chao Huang
Until September 8th in Qiu Lai,
When I bloom, a hundred flowers will kill me.
The incense array pervades Chang' an,
The city is full of golden flowers.
The Willow
Jasper dressed up as a tree,
Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down.
I don't know who cut off the thin leaves,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.