Where is Those Willow Catkins
- Poetry of Nalan Xingde

Where is those willow catkins?

buried by the snow day by day.

Lonely tree stands here seems to wait

for someone,she doesn't appear,

only the moonshine sprinkles.

At the moment fall willow catkins,

remember i that beautiful lassie.

Back to the dream where i and her trysted

have thought our love will be forever,

now only the west wind whistles.