1. The Willow Tree Has Become a Shade
Fallen Pen Mountain Man
When you and I came here
Both sides of the river
were as barren as our moods
You have been gone for three years
I've stayed for three years
Found out
That the years have gone by
That's easy, I know
I know
You're older than you were, but younger than I am now.
You're older than you were
younger than I was
Now
the road we came from
is lined with willows
but you
you're far away
leaving me
to guard the city
- Mountains
all heard and felt
the sound of the willow tree falling
all the doors and windows of the whole manor
every blade of grass, every branch of flower
every mountain, every piece of blue sky
......
shuddered and shivered
Is it out of sorrow?
On this day the whole village
and this field above
was strewn with white willow flakes
Willow flakes
falling on one's soul
were more chilly
than the rain of autumn
I never would have guessed that
a willow
with a gray and rugged surface
would emanate sadness
but that within its life
it holds as much strength as it does
years
Strength makes you sad
The willow, lying straight up
on the grass and the adobe
is so big and green
and looks more majestic than when it was standing
.
More majestic and beautiful than when it stood
Three days after it was felled
Branches and leaves are still swaying in the breeze
Bright dewdrops are still hanging from the leaves
as if they were
billions of teary eyes
bidding farewell to nature
Look at the sparrows on the ridge
Before you see how the sky is so blue.
The eagles in the blue sky
are still flying towards the felled willows
The willows
are being broken up into wide planks
and in a circle of years
gush out a circle of
condensed teardrops
The teardrops
are still giving off fragrance
This isn't a teardrop, is it? This is not a teardrop
It is the life of a willow tree
The hills of the village of the not-yet-dead blood globes
shrunk a lot all of a sudden
as if bowing their heads
felling
a willow tree
felling a life that is connected to the earth
eternally
3.
Tie Chun
Here is a willow tree that is no longer lush,
standing only alone, alone.
There is a rainbow bridge over a clear and fresh stream, and it stands beside the bridge.
If seen in a dream, its withered branches
seem to be fishing for heavy thoughts. Streaming down the moonlight
in the water, pulling its shadow a long, long time ......
4. That willow tree
grandfather begging for food a walking stick
handily thrown to the side of the road
You have grown into today's shape
You are not very tall but thick
Embrace you.
Hugging you was like hugging my grandfather
I used to climb on you
and the sky of my childhood sprouted wings
Mischievous son used to cool off under the tree
and always used to put a branch of yours on his head
I told him stories about my grandfather
and he would just give me a strange look
I believed that one day he would grow up. One day he will grow up
and bring his son to you
I think his son will be just like him now
not realizing that with you there is an ocean of love
Oh Grandpa in the next room, did you ever know that
this walking stick you left behind
was the fulfillment of many a child's dream
and a place to remember you forever?
5. The willows along the riverwalk
used to sprout
singing in the sun
crying in the night
losing sleep with the moon in their arms
and then yellowed and withered
in order to see more
birth and death
eyes
growing in the sky
. Grow in the sky