The officials all laughed and went back to their individual places. sitting, they read the newspaper. Looking for a horse while riding a horse. What is he doing? He is in the state of eating a meal. When one looked out on them, they formed a line straight as a ruler. The “threads” of these delicate Willow branches in the Mist are showing off their green color as they dance and sway. Every year the Willows planted on its banks turn green in the spring, and every year They are covered in a haze of Willow catkins. Who could recognize a tired Traveler in the capital? Every year at SpringTime, hundreds of people separate here on the banks of the canal, And each of them breaks off a branch of one of the Willows, So that all together more than a thousand feet of the branches are broken off. To sway or not to sway, That is the question.