There is no snow in Jiangnan in November.
Covered by green mountains, close to the water there is smoke.
The incense in Bodhi Temple is still smoky
The teahouses in the west of the city never stop cheering.
The painted boat sleeps in the rain, and the fine wine and jade are built together
Midwinter blurs roam outside the verandah of the painting boat
But in the blink of an eye, as time goes by,
The staggering frost covered the sleepless night,
The snow that bursts from the embankment falls on the silent wilderness
When the miserable winter finally covers November in Jiangnan
It can be considered as burying my unspeakable sadness together.
Zhou Nian, you said you wanted to see the snow in Jiangnan with me
I have already kept my appointment,
Then can you,
let me really,
See you again.
-------Chonghe fifteenth year, winter
Intention: Cause and effect reincarnate, good deeds will be rewarded