《枫桥夜泊》

月落乌啼霜满天，江枫渔火对愁眠。

姑苏城外寒山寺，夜半钟声到客船。

A NIGHT-MOORING NEAR MAPLE BRIDGE
While I watch the moon go down， a crow caws through the frost;
Under the shadows of maple-trees a fisherman moves with his torch;
And I hear， from beyond Suzhou， from the temple on Cold Mountain，
Ringing for me， here in my boat， the midnight bell.