The plum blossoms are fragrant and elegant, standing on the precipitous cliff.
It is difficult for rain and snow to invade and bloom alone.
The graceful jade bones look up in shame,
The holy ice falls on the Yaotai.
Born in the cold weather of the year, I am not afraid of it.
The knots are arranged in order with the pines and bamboos.
The happy east wind should not be far away,
Happy wind and snow herald the coming of spring.