The Distant Place Of Little Ice Age Poem by Cui Gya

I don't have thought to chase
Fat fish under frozen Chagan Lake
And fearless cold ducks in the Yalu River
Little ice age is coming
Because of the fear of cold
So I want to chase the sun
I especially like to smell it through the media
Green grass after rain
Clothes after drying
Hating
A place out of sunlight
There's always a smell of mold
If the distant place is foreseeable
It must be close to the sun
Then
There will be light in the heart with colour
Being unafraidof
Any debut of little ice age