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Label: Miscellaneous talk
There was a poet named He in the Tang Dynasty. One spring, in February, he remembered that he was a poet. He thought, I am a poet and should write more poems! He went outside to see what else could be compiled into a poem. He saw a big willow tree. Bai Juyi saw willow branches and leaves like a green jade. He also saw that the branches of willows seemed to have thousands of branches and leaves. He remembered the beautiful willow branches, which floated gently in the spring breeze. How beautiful! He still doesn't know who cut the willow branches and leaves. According to his guess, it was the spring breeze in February, which made the willow branches so green. If I were He, I would feel that the spring breeze in February is like a flexible comb with green paint on it, which makes the willow branches sparse. He wrote in the poem:
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.