《静夜诗-李白》的详细解释

静夜诗

　　床前明月光，疑是地上霜。
　　举头望明月，低头思故乡。

　　1).In the Still of the Night

　　I descry bright moonlight in front of my bed.

　　I suspect it to be hoary frost on the floor.

　　I watch the bright moon, as I tilt back my head.

　　I yearn, while stooping, for my homeland more.

　　（徐忠杰）

　　2).A Tranquil Night

　　Abed, I see a silver light,

　　I wonder if its frost aground.

　　Looking up, I find the moon bright;

　　Bowing, in homesickness Im drowned.

　　(许渊冲)

　　3).In the Quiet Night

　　So bright a gleam on the foot of my bed---

　　Could there have been a frost already?

　　Lifting my head to look, I found that it was moonlight.

　　Sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.

　　(Tr. Witter Bynner)

　　4). Night Thoughts

　　I wake, and moonbeams play around my bed,

　　Glittering like hoar-frost to my wandering eyes;

　　Up towards the glorious moon I raise my head,

　　Then lay me down---and thoughts of home arise.

　　( Tr. Herbert A. Giles)

　　5). On a Quiet Night

　　I saw the moonlight before my couch,

　　And wondered if it were not the frost on the ground.

　　I raised my head and looked out on the mountain noon,

　　I bowed my head and though of my far-off home.

　　(TR. S. Obata)

　　6). The Moon Shines Everywhere

　　Seeing the moon before my couch so bright

　　I thought hoar frost had fallen from the night.

　　On her clear face I gaze with lifted eyes:

　　Then hide them full of Youths sweet memories.

　　(Tr. W.J.B. Fletcher)

　　7). Night Thoughts

　　In front of my bed the moonlight is very bright.

　　I wonder if that can be frost on the floor?

　　I list up my head and look at the full noon, the dazzling moon.

　　I drop my head, and think of the home of old days.

　　(Tr. Amy Lowell)

　　8). Thoughts in a Tranquil Night

　　Athwart the bed

　　I watch the moonbeams cast a trail

　　So bright, so cold, so frail,

　　That for a space it gleams

　　Like hoar-frost on the margin of my dreams.

　　I raise my head, -

　　The splendid moon I see:

　　Then droop my head,

　　And sink to dreams of thee -

　　My father land , of thee!

　　(Tr. L. Cranmer-Byng)

　　9). Nostalgia

　　A splash of white on my bedroom floor. Hoarfrost?

　　I raise my eyes to the moon, the same noon.

　　As scenes long past come to mind, my eyes fall again on the splash of white,
　　and my heart aches for home.(实习编辑：夏根建)

　　诗文赏析:

　　完全是信手造来，没有任何造作之痕，正是平平淡淡的。
　　本诗从“疑”到“举头”，从“举头”到“低头”，形象地表现了诗人的心理难过，一幅鲜明的月夜思乡图生动地呈现在我面前。
　　客居他乡的游子，面对如霜月的秋怎能不想念故乡、不想念亲人啊！