Plum flowers, newly fallen, drift about the courtyard in the evening wind. The moon looks pale and light clouds float to and fro. Incense lies idle in the jade duck-shaped burner. The sudden change to light apparel brightened my spirit. Forget - I can not, except in wine when I drown my care.
Snow is falling outside the windows, smoke from the chimney rises straight upward.
It is difficult to enjoy spring flowers. The west wind is still too cold. The seventh day of the first moon by the Chinese lunar calendar was a festival known as jen jih or human day. On this day women cut human figures out of colored silk or paper and wore them in their hair. These ornamental figures were called jen sheng.