A guest from Lo-yang stands before my gate!
He dismounts, brushing the dust from his garments.
I should not waste my old friend's time, coming
to see me;
I used to keep my door shut against visitors...
The heavy snow sparkles under the fading rays of the
sun.
Travellers pass along the deep alleys;
Among them must be some of my old friends of
bygone days...
Hey! Where are you bound for in your
honourable carts?