A Lament for the Willows outside the City Walls

When the universe goes up in flame
it is hard for trees and plants to survive:
the long branches, the short leaves,
all turned to dust.
In a thousand villages, no catkins can be seen
floating in the air:
what damage they have done to the third month of springtime
here in the south!
Author of original: 
Y├╝n Shou-p'ing
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