Author Li Bai, Tang Dynasty,
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Label:
Three hundred Tang poems, homesick moon poems and other emotional landscapes.
Translation annotation
The bright moonlight sprinkled on enough paper in front of the bed, as if the ground was frosted.
I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my hometown in the distance.