Where the snow aren't melting on yet, it blooms beneath the mountain's slope,
The apricot flowers behind the camellia, blooms and urging the coming
Of spring. News of flowers from the southern province, which are constantly ascending.
It conveys in advance by picture, I am grazing far in the distant scope.
(31th, Mar.,2023)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem