Modern poetry of returning to family on a snowy night

When I left,

My beard hasn't grown yet

The wind is not as cold as it is now.

Shallow land can't keep my footsteps.

The flowers in February confuse my eyes.

People who don't see their mothers clearly. Do they have some silver on their heads?

I didn't see the trace of the burden on my old father's arm.

We'll talk about it later.

I became a father.

give birth to babies and bring them up

Since the child first called me dad.

I have a pair of small white eyes.

Take my old father's hemp fiber

Cry loudly

then

Daughter is married.

The room is empty.

My wife also went because of illness.

ill

Bear alone

weary

Rest alone.

at present

I'm going home.

Take a quick step.

I'm full

The snow raised my long beard.

Block my blurred eyes under my white temples

The wind stopped.

See the familiar old house ahead.

The snow is still floating.

But the light never came on.

The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor.

Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night. .......