Snow only Around a cold I came back from the woods Could not bear to tread in the yard Hesitate to uphold the myth and poetry The bridge stood in silence There seems to have the house lights Falling slowly walk in song Lamei staring down at the pot Their slanting gaze I heard the sound like the aroma of bloom I heard the voice of open book I dream of you to resolve I came back from a foreign land For you to confirm the temperature difference between dawn and dusk If you still feel the cold you might as well put my This year into the fireplace