《枫桥夜泊》
唐·张继

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。

Moorning by Maple Bridge at Night

At moonset cry the crows, streaking the frosty sky;
Dimly lit fishing boats ’neath maples sadly lie.
Beyond the city walls, from Temple of Cold Hill
Bells break the ship-borne roamer’s dream
    and midnight still.

杜牧《山行》

远上寒山石径斜，
白云生处有人家。
停车坐爱枫林晚，
霜叶红于二月花。

Moorning by Maple Bridge at Night

Up, up the cold mountain the stony path winds away;
Where deep in the white clouds there’s a homestead,
    there it’ll stay.
I stop my cart, for I love maple woods at nightfall;
Whose frozen leaves are redder than
early spring flowers all.