The calendar has gently closed the broken-cornered wooden gate
With the approaching Chinese New Year
The man-eating monster is snoring with a whistle
A smile like a tung tree blooms on Grandma’s face
In harmony with the sound of brewing tea
She has dropped ashes all over the ground, dropped
A poem more magnificent than the snowfall
With enchanting blossoming petals
Winter’s passion is also wildly burning
On this bleary-eyed morning
The blizzard …