There is a banyan tree,
Standing in the yard,
The sun shines,
Like a giant umbrella.
On the thick branches,
The beard is smooth.
Like a fairy's silver hair,
Drifting in the wind.
Birch trees are covered.
Angry as fire,
Green leaves,
Exaggerate in the light.
Under the scorching sun,
Spray on it.
Only a little light,
Penetrating the gap.
The original poem of Bai Hua (Ye Saining)
There is a birch tree,
Standing at my window,
Covered with snow,
Like covered with silver frost.
On the furry branches,
The ice is full.
Like a skirt made of snow,
The tassels sparkled.
Birch trees are covered,
Dreamy silence.
Golden Mars,
Jump on the snowflake.
Sunset lazily,
Glow around it.
Put more broken silver,
Spread all over the branches