English Rendering
The messenger of Spring just ended December,
plum trees already touched with budding pairs.
In the village ahead covered in snow last night,
one plum flower flutters awake her dreamy eyes.
Her stamen tipped yellow, a design of Nature,
a subtle scent in the gentle wind roaming near.
A traveller on horse stops by and sighs in tears;
Must be the yearnings for his love left last year.
