Tang Meihua (Wang Anshi)
Count the plums in the corner. Ling cold drives alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
Koike Song (Yang Wanli)
Water flows out from the source, thin and quiet.
The shade of trees shines on the water, loving sunshine and tenderness.
Slender lotus leaves, not yet unfolded, hardly appear.
When a dragonfly landed on its tip.