秋夕
杜牧
银烛秋光冷画屏， 轻罗小扇扑流萤。
天阶夜色凉如水， 坐看牵牛织女星。
IN THE AUTUMN NIGHT
Du Mu
Her candle-light is silvery on her chill bright screen.
Her little silk fan is for fireflies....
She lies watching her staircase cold in the moon,
And two stars parted by the River of Heaven.
