The poem is as follows:
Winter Solstice
When a ray of light in the morning sun hangs on the window lattice, who wakes me up from my dream, with a trace of sadness, Stained with a thin layer of frost.
The end of the year tightens the heart of the wanderer. As the calendar is turned over page by page, it is getting thinner and thinner, and the shadow of returning home slowly lengthens.
The dot-ink poems have a strong local flavor. In 1929, they closed the door and stayed behind closed doors. In 3949, they walked on the ice.
The glaciers sound the alarm at the end of the year, the wintersweet greets the bell of the winter solstice in the wind, and the thin years are penetrated by the north wind.
I accepted the torture tremblingly and spent the longest night in reverse. My mother always made my favorite dumplings.
My ears are frozen in the cold weather for several days. The steaming dumplings contain my mother’s teachings to us, and a warm current flows into my heart.