What are some modern poems about "willow trees"?

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