C227 ash and smoke

The willows are green, the ground is hanging, the poplar flowers are flying in the sky; the willow branches are broken and the flowers are gone, the passersby are not going to return.

Strong gusts of wind blew past, and the petals of the fallen leaves lightly brushed across the top of everyone's head. In the vast open space, the people kneeling were neat and orderly, without a single word