静夜思
床前明月光，疑是地上霜。
举头望明月，低头思故乡。
Thoughts on a Tranquil Night
Before my bed a pool of light—
O can it be hoar-frost on the ground?
Looking up, I find the moon bright;
Bowing, in homesickness I’m drowned.
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