The sunset reflected the sky half red, and the west wind rolled the sky.
It was cold at first, but it's not winter yet. Who knew my heart was frozen?
Desperate cries filled the sky, only tears were crystal clear.
Who wants to accompany me when I dream back and sleep alone in bed until dawn?
Beginning of Spring
The river opens with willow green and the east wind returns.
Gently unbutton 39 cotton-padded clothes.
I wonder if spring is warm,
Loneliness is colder than a slight chill!
Using relative gentleness and coldness, and contrasting with human psychology, readers can deeply feel the desolation of the author.
PS: Both capitals are original.