Appreciation of the English Version of Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night In English class, we tried to translate Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night: The moonlight shines on the foot of my bed, so bright light shines on the foot of my bed, like frost on the ground. When I looked up at the moon, I found it was moonlight, and my hometown reappeared in my mind. I suddenly thought of my hometown, and many people had the same goal. Come on, enjoy other people's masterpieces together: 1. In the dead of night, I saw the bright moonlight in front of my bed. I suspect it's anxiety cream on the floor. I think. Bright moon, when I lift my head back. When I bend over, I miss my hometown more. 2. On a quiet night bed, I saw a silver light, and I wondered if it was frost stranded. Looking up, I found that the moon was bright; Bow, I was drowned in homesickness. In this quiet night, the foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight. I sank again and suddenly remembered home. Night thoughts wake me up, the moonlight plays around my bed, and the frost-like light shines in my wandering eyes. I looked up and then lay down, thinking of home. On a quiet night, I saw the moonlight in front of my sofa and wondered if it was not frost on the ground. I raised my head and looked at the mountains at noon. I lowered my head and remembered my distant home. 6. The moon is everywhere. Looking at the moon in front of my bed so bright, I thought the frost had fallen from the night. I lifted my eyes and stared at her clear face: then I hid them, full of sweet memories of youth. 7. The morning light is very bright on the eve of bed. I wonder if the frost on the floor is? I looked up at the dazzling moon at noon. I looked down and remembered my old home. 8. On a quiet night, I watched the moonlight cast such a bright, cold and fragile track. For a period of time, it flashed on the edge of my dream like frost. I looked up and saw the bright moon; Then lower your head and sink into your dream-my father land, you! Nostalgia is a touch of white on the floor of my bedroom. Frost? At the same noon, I looked up at the moon. The past is vivid, my eyes once again fall on the white waves, and my heart is homesick. 10. Thoughts of a quiet night. Moonlight poured down on my bed, and I wondered if it was frost on the floor. Looking up, I stared at the bright moon in the sky; Sink down, my homesickness is flying in the distance.