New Year's Eve
- Poetry of Zhu Shuzhen

The late winter’s to leave, but still lingers. 

Alone I sit and drink from my cup waiting for New Year.

In one night, cold air will with last hour be gone;

At morrow daybreak, the full spring sight’s drawing near.

For the couplets on door poles, I’ve written new lines;

Who is blowing the jade flute to decide ash marks?

Because of composing poems, I’m still young and fine;

Don’t impel me when Old Year ends and New Year starts.