You who have come from my old country,
jūn zì gù xiāng lái ,
Tell me what has happened there ! –
yīng zhī gù xiāng shì 。
Was the plum, when you passed my silken window,
lái rì qǐ chuāng qián ,
Opening its first cold blossom?
hán méi zhe huā wèi 。

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