Xu zhimo
Rare, the night is so quiet,
Rare, the fire is so warm,
It is even more rare to be silent.
A pair of lonely souls!
No camp, no comments,
Without vanity, suspicion and hatred,
Sitting quietly in front of the fire,
I can only silently count the lanes farther away.
Take a sip of water, my friend,
Moisturize chapped lips;
You add some coal, my friend,
A red flame. Thank you for your hospitality.
On a cold winter night, my friend,
People know how to cherish the rare furnace salary;
In the cold world,
Just condensed a few sympathetic hearts!
Before March 1925
How about the music of Vivaldi's Four Seasons?