Author Lu Zhi Plum blossoms hold the melting snow and bear it; Willows lean with the eastern wind and wait their leaves. Lithe girl, wine cups, room in a tower; The red sleeved wanderer Sings in a soft voice Coming of Spring. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments