Safflower is tired, grass a locust plant,
The branches dance with a thousand hands, and the leaves come to the clouds.
Shelter the sun from the wind and rain, and shield the dust.
Flourishing in the sky, the morning light and shadow open.
The garden tree does not know that people are gone, and the old flowers are still in the spring 
The garden tree does not know that people are gone, and the old flowers are still in the spring The garden tree does not know that people are gone, and the old flowers are still in the spring One point under the plane tree asked
