The original text of Night Rises:
Thousands of eaves and iron bells are ringing, and the rain and wind stop for a while. Just when I was watching the rooster crow, the whole world turned white, and I was startled by the geese striking the blue sea. How many days have passed since the gloomy sky has been choked, yet the waning moon still shines brightly for a few stars.
The small room is vast and I am independent. When thousands of families are sleeping soundly, how many of them will wake up?
Poetry: Rising at night Poetry author: Huang Zunxian, Qing Dynasty Poetry classification: mourning death, describing scenes, remembering