徐楚琦 The moon , shining in the sky, in front of my bed. Make me, doubt , if it is the frost , on the ground. Look up , the moon , still shining. Look down , the hometown , makes me fall into missing. 朱玉茗 The night, the bungalow, the moonlit sky Moonlight penetrating through my window Shining by my bedside So dimly lit The scene makes me contemplate If the crispy frost has crept into my shelter to be a company of mine As I look up Admiring the beauty of Luna I sigh Since no one but no one understand The yearning for hometown in my eyes. ''