Mooring by MapleBridge At Night
枫桥夜泊
At moonset cry the crows, streaking the frosty sky;
月落乌啼霜满天，
Dimly lit fishing boats'neath maples sadly lie.
江枫渔火对愁眠。
Beyond the city wall, form Temple of Cold Hill.
姑苏城外寒山寺，
Bells break the ship-borne roamer's dream and midnight still.
夜半钟声到客船。
