An Ode To The Willow - Poem by He Zhizhang
Up to your crown, O willow, dressed in the green of jades,
Myriads of twigs so verdant, droop like your silken braids.
Who knows who the tailor is, who's cut your leaves so fine? It's
The vernal winds past February, sharp as the scissors' blades.
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