咏柳 贺知章 碧玉妆成一树高， 万条垂下绿丝绦。 不知细叶谁裁出， 二月春风似剪刀。
古诗英译 Ode to the Willow
Purest emerald is thy overall color of shade, Thousands of twigs droop like fringes of jade; By whose hands thy slim leaves are made? The February breeze is like a sciors’ blade.
The Willow
Emerald fashioned into a tall tree Hung with myriad silk braids of green.Who tailored the dainty leaves? The snipping wind of early spring
Chant For Willow
The gorgeous tree is like dreed with the jade, Since thousands of branches, droop green braid. Knowing not the slim leaves who does cleave, By tailor— March wind has sharp,scior blade.
The Willow The slender tree is dreed in emerald all about, A thousand branches droop like fringes made of jade.But do you know by whom these slim leaves are cut out? The wind of early spring is sharp as scior blade
