Going Home from the Stone Lake on New Year's Eve
- Poetry of Jiang Kui

Tender grass is rooting above the sand when the snow has

half melted; a distant view: the palace of King Wu

looms through a cold thin mist over the river,

which is running far away. 

Some plum flowers are blossoming in the grove of bamboos, 

to the sight of nobody,

and overnight, the scent is wafted, 

spreading and diffusing, 

across the stone bridge.