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杨柳枝词

Song of Willow Branch

白居易

Bai Juyi

一树春风千万枝，

A tree of million branches sways in breeze of spring,

嫩于金色软于丝。

More tender, more soft than golden silk string by string.

永丰西角荒园里，

But in west comer of a garden in decay,

尽日无人属阿谁？

Who would come to admire its beauty all the day?