蘇軾詩詞選/十二月十四日夜微雪明日早往南溪小酌至晚

The snow in Southern Valley is priceless indeed,

I come there on horseback before it melts away.

Alone, I follow the trail in a cloak of reed,

First to cross the ochre bridge at the break of day.

Who pities the homeless who have nowhere to sleep?

I find villagers hungry whose voices are low.

Only the crows at dusk know why I'm thinking deep,

Startled, they fly and shed a thousand flakes of snow.