Snow gales sacked the sky with broken stars sprinkled down on the field A flap of red plum swayed in the wind whose cinnabar mole alone brightly lit the sky was very vast as the father gazed at the field with eyes

snow

Strong winds sacked the sky

Broken stars spilled down into the fields

A red plum swayed in the wind

Who is the cinnabar mole

Alone and colorful

The sky is vast

Just like the eyes of his father gazing at the field