Winter nights
With a squeak, the door of the hall opened,
The snow turns into the side room with the wind,
There is one more flower on the blue quilt.
The aunt is draped in a robe,
From the top of the house to the straw,
Turn into the courtyard,
I heard cows chewing.
The night is really quiet,
Clear every sound,
Snow falls, branches fold, cows chew,
Occasionally the rats are fighting.
Winter night nothing happens, palm lamp to drink,
Drunk and awakened in the spring, all waiting for dawn.
The snow shadow shines white,
Man whispered: Get up at night and put on the cotton coat! Don't get cold!
Still like to face the night naturally, running naked into the hut,
Like the lips of the wind kiss, like the shallowness of the snow kiss,
Let go of yourself, in the darkness of night.
Winter night I kiss all the sounds,
Write the rumination into deep thought,
Let the rats stir up a little ripple,
Before the spring tide arrives.
I was still naked, open-chested and embracing all the kisses,
Wind, snow, grass, wood,
Finally it fell in the moonlight cold.
The night retracts a little in the snow,
I am with nature to the coming spring tide,
A cannonball sounded,
Awaken to every corner of the village.
