The first month is the season without dreams (poetry creation) The first month is the season without dreams, the children come back from afar, eat and drink, the moon does not come out, go home for the New Year. The southern meadows are still green

The First Moon is the Season without Dreams (Poetry Creation)

The first month is the season without dreams,

The children have returned from afar,

Eat and drink,

The moon does not come out either,

It's Time to Go Home for the New Year.

The southern meadows are still green,

Rare cattle and sheep,

The first month,

Cows and sheep for the New Year,

Enjoy at home.

The northern meadows are bare,

Here's why,

So the resident bird said:

Spring blossoms bloom early.

Idle, idle to knock on the door

Knock on the door,

Tell me over and over again when you come back:

Two sheep herders in the north and south,

Dear brothers!

Drink in one piece,

They were all drunk and slept on the ice skates.