《静夜思》

Thoughts on a Quiet Night

床前明月光，

Before my bed, a pool of light—

疑是地上霜。

Can it be frost upon the ground?

举头望明月，

Looking up, I find the moon bright;

低头思故乡。

Bowing, in homesickness I’m drowned.

《望庐山瀑布》

Viewing the Waterfall at Mount Lu

日照香炉生紫烟，

The sunlit Censer Peak exhales¹ incenselike cloud;

遥看瀑布挂前川。

Like an upended stream the cataract² sounds loud.

飞流直下三千尺，

Its torrent³ dashes down three thousand feet from high

疑是银河落九天。

As if the Silver River fell from the blue sky.