Been in the fish pond for a long time.
When the winter in Pu Tian is very cold,
Imprisoning a seed in Jiao Chun.
The wilderness is yellow, the shepherd's flute is lost,
The fish pond is cold and shallow, a pool of stagnant water.
The stream gradually becomes dull and rhythmic,
No melody moistens all sides.
————————————— I don't know if it is rain written in modern style.