While I watch the moon go down,a crow caws through the frost;
Under the shadows of maple-trees a fisherman moves with his torch;
And I hear,from beyond Suzhou,from the temple on Cold Mountain,
Ringing for me,here in my boat,the midnight bell.
月落乌啼霜满天,江枫渔火对愁眠.
姑苏城外寒山寺,夜半钟声到客船.
A hundred mountains and no bird,
A thousand paths without a footprint;
A little boat,a bamboo cloak,
An old man fishing in the cold river-snow.
千山鸟飞绝,万径人踪灭.
孤舟蓑笠翁,独钓寒江雪.
