A poem in the dead of night.

1, frosty night, Jiang Feng fishing and sleeping. The lonely cold mountain temple in the city outside the city of Suzhou, the sound of the bell ringing in the middle of the night passed to the passenger ship. -From the Tang Dynasty: Interpretation of Zhang Ji's "a night-mooring near maple bridge" in the vernacular: The moon has set, crows crow and it is cold all over the sky, and they are sad and sleep over the maple trees and fishing fires by the river. In the lonely and quiet Hanshan ancient temple outside Gusu, the sound of ringing the bell reached the passenger ship in the middle of the night.

2, Xiao Xiaowu leaves send cold sound, and the autumn wind on the river moves guests. I know that children pick and promote weaving, and a light falls on the fence at night. -From the Song Dynasty: Interpretation of Ye Shaoweng's "Night Book" in the vernacular: The rustling autumn wind blows the leaves of the phoenix tree, bringing chills, and the autumn wind blows from the river, which makes me miss my hometown when I am away from home. Several children at home are still fighting crickets with great interest! The light is still on in the dead of night and refuses to sleep.

3. Go to the West Building without words, and the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn. -From the Five Dynasties: Li Yu's "Meeting Huan, Going to the West Wing without Words" Interpretation in the vernacular: Silent, lonely, slowly boarding the empty West Wing alone. Looking up at the sky, there was only a crooked Leng Yue. Looking down, I saw the buttonwood tree isolated in the courtyard, and the deep courtyard was shrouded in the cold and desolate autumn colors.

4, the high lantern flickers; and deeper grows my longing, I lift the shade and, with many a sigh, gaze upon the moon. -From the Tang Dynasty: Interpretation of Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc I" in the vernacular: There is only one lonely lamp in the dark, and it is too late to wait for the morning. Loneliness and missing are desperate. I had to roll up the curtain and watch the moon miss that person, sighing in my spare time.

5. I couldn't stop singing last night. It's already midnight. Get up and walk around the steps alone. People are quiet, and the moon is bright outside the curtain. -From the Song Dynasty: Yue Fei's "Xiao Chongshan Can't Stop Crying Last Night" Interpretation: Last night, the crickets in cold and autumn couldn't stop moaning, dreaming of returning to their hometown, burning thousands of miles, and being awakened, it was already three nights. Stand up and walk around the steps alone. It was quiet all around, and outside the curtain, a thin moon was hazy.