A NIGHT-MOORING NEAR MAPLE BRIDGE Zhang Ji While I watch the moon go down, a crow caws through the frost; Under the shadows of maple-trees a fisherman moves with his torch; And I hear, from beyond Suzhou, from the temple on Cold Mountain, Ringing for me, here in my boat, the midnight bell. 枫桥夜泊 张继 月落乌啼霜满天, 江枫渔火对愁眠。姑苏城外寒山寺, 夜半钟声到客船。