译 咏柳

The willow

The willow stands up like the pure emerald.

Thousands of branches falling down like the green silk.

Nobody knows who cuts out the leaves;

It seems that the wind of spring works that way.

17/3/9 Erica

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。