To the Willow by the River
- Poetry of Yu Xuanji

The vendure of willows spread the riverbank,

i seem to see the tall attic through the mist.

In the river,the shadow of willow leaves dances.

i go fishing alone,willow catkins fall on my shoulders.

The roots of willow in the river become fish's nest,

the twigs of willow by the river clench transient's boat.

In this rainy night,wind breezes me coldly,do you know

how wishful i'm to wait for you come back to my pillow?