偏为梅咨嗟。
问君何独然？
But I love and admire the plums alone. If the various trees should ask me why,
念其霜中能作花。
露中能作实，
I’d say that in the frost plum blooms don’t die And in the dews plum fruits are hanging high.
摇荡春风媚春日。
念尔零落逐寒风，
While in the warm spring breeze and sun they thrive, The others wither when cold winds arrive;
徒有霜华无霜质。
Showy for a while, none of them survive.