A little poem---If you know who it is, please tell me

Before the disaster, we were all children,
It was only later that he learned this pronunciation.
Her voice was as tight as a fish bone.
We rummaged for the knocker trembling with fear,
Searching the ruins for lost ears,
We gave thanks loudly, but no one listened.
When the disaster is over, we know fear,
From our unbleeding wounds
The escape from the flashing lights.
If only we knew how to get through it
By some fluke we no longer shout,
He would rather return to the moment of disaster.
He had memorized this poem when he was reading The Hungry Daughter.
I haven't figured out who did it, or if it was her own doing.
Hong Ying said that her poems were better than novels, but unfortunately, I haven't read them.
He had read all the novels except for Death in Shanghai.
He especially liked reading her series of novel rewrites, which started with Peacock's Cry.
Later on, when he read this poem repeatedly, he was shocked again and again.
Her heart was trembling, but her eyelashes were drowning.
This was the first time he was moved by such an 'unfamiliar poem'.
Perhaps it was mixed with some self-emotion.

Answer 1

This was a short poem by the famous English poet, John Keats:

In the middle of winter in the middle of the snow
I see a bright light a light that sets me free
It is the light of the full moon the light of the night
And in its glow I find my way home

In the midst of darkness in the midst of the storm
I hear a voice a voice that calls to me
It is the voice of the full moon the voice of the night
And in its sound I find my peace

In the midst of pain in the midst of the pain
I feel a hand, a hand that warm s me
It is the hand of the full moon the hand of the night
And in its touch I find my love

The poem depicted a man who lost his way on a snowy night and found his way home under the full moon. This poem expressed a poet's perception of the night and life with its concise, warm and touching language, expressing his love and pursuit of life.