Classical Poetry Masterpieces

床前明月光，疑是地上霜。

Before my bed the bright moonlight streams down,

春眠不觉晓，处处闻啼鸟。

Slumbering in spring, unwarned of the dawn,

空山不见人，但闻人语响。

Empty mountains, with not a soul in sight,

红豆生南国，春来发几枝。

The red beans grow in the southern lands;

白日依山尽，黄河入海流。

The white sun sinks behind the leaning hills;

千山鸟飞绝，万径人踪灭。

Across a thousand peaks, all flight of birds has ceased;

清明时节雨纷纷，路上行人欲断魂。

A misty drizzle drifts down during the Qingming season;

松下问童子，言师采药去。

Beneath the ancient pine I questioned the boy;