春晓
孟浩然
春眠不觉晓，处处闻啼鸟。
夜来风雨声，花落知多少？
A Spring Morning
Meng Haoran
Waking from a sound spring sleep， I’m unconscious it is dawn.
Everywhere birds are singing as if for something to mourn.
Noisy have been wind and rain all the night over till morn；
Anxiously ponder I： how many flowers have been shorn！