杜牧
银烛秋光冷画屏，
轻罗小扇扑流萤。
天阶夜色凉如水，
坐看牵牛织女星。
Du Mu
Fall air, cold painted screen, pale candle light,
With her silk fan, she shoos away fireflies.
Though watery cold, the night stone-stair flight,
She sits down, on the love-bound stars her eyes.