The Scarlet New Year

I found the New Year weak Laden cumberland and amber Weeping snow from the spicy sweet shrubs Beg as if it is a teen to absent spring To emerge somewhere with its perfect Beauty delight; But when I sought to it for you, Ah the New Year grows in front of my eyes Like those plum-blossoms from the old garden! PS: To all my colleagues from Poetry Soup: Have you a great beginning year!