Ode to the Willow——He Zhizhang

Like green jade¹ styled to be a tree,

Myri’d blue braids are swinging free.

Who’s tailor-made these tender leaves?

The sharp February spring breeze.

咏柳——贺知章

碧玉妆成一树高，

万条垂下绿丝绦。

不知细叶谁裁出，

二月春风似剪刀。