The Seven Laws. In the first month of the new year, I look at my hometown.
Looking at my hometown in the first month of the new year, the snow was blowing at this time in the past.
The window mirror, frost, flowers, lights, and shadows, and the wood stove is snoring.
The morning street is full of people and animals, and the morning yard is full of clouds and smoke.
Three stars in the west and the sky is getting farther away, and the ridge of the east ridge sees the morning light.
Rewritten into a prose poem:
In the first month of the new year, I am full of thoughts, and I look at my hometown in the middle of the night in a different place;
Thinking of how many pasts there are, thinking that my hometown may still be a snowflake.
Imagine the window mirrors full of frost flowers on a snowy night in the village, revealing bright colored lights;
The fires in the snow-covered huts were blazing, and the villagers on the hot kang were snoring like thunder and sweet dreams.
In the early morning, a hazy figure appeared on the village street;
It was an early riser and a busy animal on the move.
In the early morning, smoke wafted from the small farmhouse, and in an instant, the smoke lingered throughout the village.
In the sky of dawn, you can see the three stars falling in the west, gradually moving away in the sky, and finally falling on the ridge of the undulating mountains in the east of the village, the east mountain rises red morning glow, and at the same time, there is a faint red dawn.