雪壓枝頭低，The snow-laden branch heavily bent,

雖低不著泥。yet never yielded to mud.

一朝紅日出，Once the red sun rose,

依舊與天齊。it raised toward the skies.

PS: The poem perfectly captures Huawei, who, after being brutally suppressed by the US and its allies for more than three years, rose up and took the lead in 5-G.