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Meditation on a quiet night

The moon shines brightly,
In front of my bed.
It was frost on the ground ,
I thought and said.
I gaze at the bright moon,
Raising my head.
I miss my native place,
When I bend my head.

静夜思
床前明月光，
疑是地上霜。
举头望明月，
低头思故乡。