Xi Jiang Yue by Xin Qiji
A bright moon shining on faraway bough(树枝),
Frightened the magpie(喜鹊),
A soft wind in the deep of the night,
Made the cicadas(蝉) sing.
Among the pleasant smell of ripe (成熟的) rice,
There was talk of a harvest year.
I heard frogs, here, there, everywhere.
Seven, eight stars shining in faraway sky,
A few drops of rain on this side of the hill.
Passing the stream bridge and turning,
The old thatch(茅草的) store, suddenly came into my view,
By the side of the communal(公社的) woods.