Naked Winter And Stored Liquor Poem by Cui Gya

With the coming of the bare season of deciduous plants
Smoke from the ground
All called by the wind
To gathered into a dense cloud
Birds that have not moved south hold their breath
Flying through the gray space
To distinguish the colored fruits and grains
The fruits that have not been stolen
Are collected by the craftsmen of life
They make extraction after fermentation
Making value evolve into another dimension
How many degrees of alcohol
Can get through your two pulse Ren-du?
What kind of flavor
Can give endless enjoyment to you?
Neither a bird nor a bear
The switch between naked and hidden states
It's suitable for both
The flow of the heart makes itself happy