Mercurydust, rising from the earth, you climb higher than my arm.
Oh, silver, higher than my arm, you, in a huge number, appear before our eyes; No flower can bloom as firmly as a snow-white leaf, and no flower can separate silver from that precious silver;
Oh, snow-white pear trees are flourishing on your branches, bringing summer and ripe fruits into their purple hearts.
Snow lotus, Ai Qing
If the spring breeze can't blow here, the swallows won't come-they won't be afraid to fall off the cliff to see your glory.
The embodiment of ice and snow: white, beautiful and generous. Without strong love for you, I can't smell your fragrance.