This is a poem written by Wen Yiduo from China. The original text is provided for your reference:
Snowy Night
I have never hunted before,
For some reason,
I suddenly dreamed of hunting silver foxes at night:
The sound of Ye Xue’s boots was sweet and intoxicating;
Snow flakes sneak into the center of the eyebrows,
picking the novel tremors in the heart,
like golden gulls jumping into the lake to catch swimming fish.
The dry tongues of forest leaves,
silently chanting the new words of snow,
don’t be careful about slipping a few sentences,
fallen The bow knife jumped shockingly.
The horned lantern flickered in the light,
like a girl’s reflection before getting married,
shy-but unwilling to stop.
The presence or absence of foxes is not a gain or loss,
What matters is the fun of hunting on a snowy night;
It’s like I have never hunted before,
But he wrote this poem about hunting a silver fox at night.
Source: "Modern Poetry Notes" (Part 4 of "The Complete Works of Wen Yiduo"), Kaiming Bookstore, 1948 edition