A Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home's composition, according to the translation. 5 words, hurry!

the weather outside the Great Wall is always like this. Cold and harsh. Even in August, when the sun was supposed to be scorching, the sky in Saibei was still full of white snow. There was a lot of excitement, and the world was dyed white. The north wind, accompanied by flying snow, roared across the vast white land, blowing down all the vegetation in the past. Our servant lifted his head and squinted at the distance. Snow, riding the wind, fell on the land of Saibei, turning it into a snowy world. In the lonely and vast desert of Saibei, the criss-crossing ground seems to be frozen; The roar of the wind drowned out all sounds, and the gloomy sky in Wan Li was getting lower and lower, full of gloomy colors, which could make people suffocate. The scene of the Central Plains has never been like this. He couldn't help thinking of the spring breeze that soothed every town in the Central Plains. It was a warm hand that awakened life, which was as different from the cold wind that ravaged Saibei. He looked at the land of Saibei. Those trees, abrupt and rugged bodies, bear the weight of snow. Those vigorous branches are piled with dazzling white snow, just like the spring breeze of the Central Plains blowing all the way to Saibei, blowing away the unopened pear blossoms on thousands of trees in Saibei. Those bright, white and pure pears, he seemed to hear the voice of awakening life across the Central Plains again. Now, his friend, who came with the warmth of the Central Plains, will leave the cold Saibei and return to his hometown-Chang 'an. A sigh, shattered by the roaring wind, dissipated in the endless snow. Zhongjunzhang The banquet has been set to bid farewell to Judge Wu, who is about to leave the vast Saibei. The music with a strong Saibei style floated leisurely from the account, but it was quickly blown away by the wind. Huqin, Pipa, Qiangdi, sad music, deep and distant is the sadness of parting. Drinking wine one by one, but it can't dissolve the snow that invaded the tent and wet the curtain, nor can it dispel the cold that can make the crossbow unable to open and make the brocade look thin, and it can't douse the unspeakable sadness in my heart. The moment of parting is still coming. Wheel platform East gate. The wind is still blowing, but it can't turn the frozen flag on the gate. The snow is still falling, paving the Tianshan road leading to Chang 'an. The wind has blown the friendship for many years; Snow, dyed white the sky at this moment, so the feeling of sadness came back to my heart. Friend, take care all the way. The twists and turns have bypassed many years of time. Drifting away, finally disappeared at the end of the mountain road, never to be seen again. All that's left is a string of horseshoe prints on the road. I don't know when we can meet again. There is only the sound of the north wind whistling in my ear.