Zhimo
If I were a snowflake, flying gracefully in the air, I would definitely know my direction - flying, flying, flying, - there are snowflakes on the ground my direction.
Don’t go to the lonely valley, the desolate foothills, or go to the deserted streets to feel melancholy - flying, flying, flying, - you see, I have my direction!
Flying in the mid-air, the beauty recognized the quiet residence, waiting for her to visit in the garden - flying, flying, flying, - ah, she has the fragrance of cinnabar plums!
At that time, I relied on my lightness to cling to her skirt, close to her soft wave-like mind - melting, melting, melting - melting into her soft waves. Big heart!
Excellent Appreciation
In this poem, the poet uses snowflakes to describe himself, describing what he considers "the happiness of snowflakes". She came to the garden to explore the plum blossoms with the fragrance of cinnabar plums, which is the "direction of snowflakes". Clinging to her clothes, getting close to her heart, and finally blending into her soul, it is the "snowflake's happiness" and the poet's own happiness. In a clever way, the poet is compared to a snowflake, flying unswervingly in her direction and never going to a place without her. The poet's steadfastness to love is reflected in the dynamic. Don’t be tempted by the scenery along the way, and walk towards your love firmly. The three sentences "flying, flying, flying" have a soft but firm tone. Their repeated use is intended to show the poet's happiness, lightness and firmness.