早梅

齐己

万木冻欲折，孤根暖独回。

前村深雪里，昨夜一枝开。

风递幽香出，禽窥素艳来。

To the Early Plum Blossoms

Qi Ji

Frozen are all the trees;

Your warm root will not freeze.

In the village's deep snow

Last night your branch did blow.

Fragrance oozed in wind light;

Birds peep at you still white.

lf you blossom next year,