床前明月光,
疑是地上霜。
举头望明月,
低头思故乡。
Before my bed a pool of light,
I wonder if it's frost aground.
Looking up, I find the moon bright,
Bowing,in homesickness I'm drowned.床前明月光,
疑是地上霜。
举头望明月,
低头思故乡。
Before my bed a pool of light,
I wonder if it's frost aground.
Looking up, I find the moon bright,
Bowing,in homesickness I'm drowned.