《梅花仙》

琼英散落雾连天，诗是梅花我是仙。

早起推窗寒气嫩，前来扫径学光妍。

残荷水里吟风老，枯柳溪边梦雨悬。

莫叹隆冬山色浅，冰雕冷韵化春烟。

Plum Blossom Fairy

Qiongying is scattered with fog. Poetry is plum blossom and I am an immortal.

Get up early and push the window. It's cold and tender. Come to sweep the path to learn Guangyan.

The old wind whispers in the residual lotus water, and the dream rain hangs by the withered willow stream.

Don't sigh that the mountains are shallow in the middle of winter, and the ice carvings are cold and rhyme into spring smoke.