静夜思 - 李白
床前明月光，
疑是地上霜。
举头望明月，
低头思故乡。
Thoughts in the Silent Night --- Li Bai
Beside my bed a pool of light---
Is it hoarfrost on the ground?
I lift my eyes and see the moon,
I bend my head and think of home.
游子吟
孟郊
慈母手中线， 游子身上衣。
临行密密缝， 意恐迟迟归。
谁言寸草心， 报得三春辉。
A TRAVELLER'S SONG
Meng Jiao
The thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother
Makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy;
Carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends,
Dreading the delays that will keep him late from home.
But how much love has the inch-long grass
For three spring months of the light of the sun?
冰心·《纸船——寄母亲》
我从不肯妄弃一张纸，
总是留着——留着
叠成一只只很小的船儿，
从舟上抛下在海里。
有的被天风吹卷到舟中的窗里，
有的被海浪打湿，沾在船头上。
我仍是不灰心的每天叠着，
总希望有一只能流到我要它到的地方去。
母亲，倘若你梦中看见一只很小的白船儿，
不要惊讶它无端入梦。
这是你至爱的女儿含着泪叠的，万水千山，
求它载着她的爱和悲哀归去。
Paper Boats—to Mother
Bing Xin
Never willing to waste a sheet of paper,
I save and save
Then fold them into small, small boats
And throw them into the sea from my ship.
Some are blown back into the portholes,
Others are stuck on the stern, soaked by waves,
And I, undiscouraged, keep on folding and hoping
That one will finally reach its destination.
O Mother, if you ever see a tiny white sail in your dream,
Don't be startled by its unexpected presence for
It was folded by your loving daughter to carry homeward
Across the sea and mountains her love and sorrow.
乡 愁
余光中
小时候
乡愁是一枚小小的邮票
我在这头
母亲在那头
长大后
乡愁是一张窄窄的船票
我在这头
新娘在那头
后来啊
乡愁是一方矮矮的坟墓
我在外头
母亲在里头
而现在
乡愁是一湾浅浅的海峡
我在这头
大陆在那头
Nostalgia
When I was a child,
Nostalgia seemed a small stamp:
“Here am I
and there my mother.”
Then I was a grown-up,
Nostalgia became a traveling ticket:
“Here am I
And there my bride.”
During the later years
Nostalgia turned to be a graveyard:
“Here am I
And yonder my mother.”
And now at present
Nostalgia looms large to be a channel:
“Here am I
and yonder my Continent!”
（我很努力的哦 望给分）