quiet night thoughts

In the eighth century Li Bai looked at the moonlight and wrote:

Before my bed, the bright moonlight
I mistake it for frost on the ground
Raising my head, I stare at the bright moon;
Lowering my head, I think of home.

Ages later, many of us still see the bright moonlight and think of Li Bai, homesick in his bed.

Tonight there is a bright moon
This was said by Li Bai
When Li Bai said it,
he was still lying in bed
He raised himself halfway
And gazed out the window
Then he again said
My village home
How I miss you!

He Xiaozhu