The catkins line the lanes,
making white carpets,
And leaves on lotus streams
spread like green money:
Pheasants root bamboo shoots,
nobody looking,
While ducklings on the sands
sleep by their mothers.
This seems to be what is going on outside, while Tu Fu is having his siesta in the last song. These are willow catkins again, which, though not in themselves white, would make white carpets in the strong sunlight suggested.