Before bed, the bright moon was shining. Now, I think the ground has a frost covering. I raise my head ... to view the bright moon, Then I lower my head ... and I think of home. Li Bai
I sit alone in the secluded bamboo grove and play the zither and whistle along. In the deep forest no one knows, the bright moon comes to shine on me. Wang Wei
The bright moon shines between the pines. The crystal stream flows over the pebbles. Wang Wei