雪压红梅万蕊腮，寒风凛冽未能裁。

悬崖峭壁何须觅，旧阁孤亭久已来。

几处歌声惊傲骨，谁家烛影满诗材。

霜欺粉面胭脂扣，雾拂冰肌梦里猜。

The snow pressed the red plum's cheeks, and the cold wind failed to cut it.

There is no need to find the cliffs. The old pavilion has been here for a long time.

Several songs startle my pride, and whose candle shadow is full of poetry.

Frost deceives pink Rouge buttons, fog brushes ice muscles, and guess in a dream.