望月怀远

望月怀远

海上生明月,
天涯共此时。
情人怨遥夜,
竟夕起相思!
灭烛怜光满,
披衣觉露滋。
不堪盈手赠,
还寝梦佳期。

I was drinking fruit juice in front of the window and the wind was howling, the strength was known as the tall trees swayed from side to side. Suddenly i tot, the night scenery from my new house is pretty good ya. Though i have already stayed for abt a year, yet i have not really spent much time to appreciate all that is below. As i look around while sipping my fruit juice, i tot maybe wine or beer would have been better. Haha, this poem immediately came into my mind as i tot of it. Poets in the olden days like to write when they are missing someone and usually they will involve the moon. As homesickness sets in or wadever, they would look at the moon, in the hope that their loved ones are oso looking at the moon and then they will be thinking of each other thru this same moon. To the ancient chinese, communication is extremely difficult, particularly so when they are in different yet distant parts of china. I was thinking maybe the wind can help by giving all my good friends a very good night rest and send all my wishes to u=)