Poem for the willows by the river

Jade's colour joins the river's barren banks;
smoky clouds dance themselves into distant mansions.
Reflections spread on the surface of the autumn river;
flowers fall on the heads of fishermen.
Old roots hide the haunts of fishes;
branches bend to moor visiting boats.
The night sighs and sighs with wind and rain,
and unsettling dreams return more sadness to me.

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