Mooring 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 wall, form Temple of Cold Hill.

Bells break the ship-borne roamer ‘s dream and midnight still. 

翻譯

（唐）張繼 許淵沖譯

月落烏啼霜滿天，

江楓漁火對愁眠。

姑蘇城外寒山寺，

夜半鐘聲到客船。