静夜思 
                        李白　 

       
床前明月光， 疑是地上霜。 

举头望明月，低头思故乡。

In the Still of the Night

I descry bright moonlight in front of my bed.
I suspect it to be hoary frost on the floor.
I watch the bright moon， as I tilt back my head.
I yearn， while stooping， for my homeland more.