花
夜
处
春
落
来
眠
唐
知
风
闻
不
多
雨
啼
觉
孟
晓
少
声
鸟
浩
。
,
然
Spring Morning
Meng Haoran(Tang)
Into my slumber in spring steal beams of morning light,
And now to my ears come the voices of birds all around.
Yet I heard the sounds of winds and rains in the night,
I wonder how many flowers are fallen down to the ground.