First Moon Landing

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RMINSD7MmT4

床前明月光，疑是地上霜。 舉頭望明月，低頭思故鄉。

床前洒滿皎潔的月光，朦朧中我以為地上有霜。可是抬頭一望，圓圓的秋月真明亮。望著月兒，情不自禁想故鄉。想著想著，我低下了頭，心中的思念沒有盡頭。

願世上每一個人，不但有思鄉的自由，也有回鄉的權力；願每一個人都有一個美好的故鄉，可以思念、可以回歸；願未來的世界變得無限美好，任何人在任何地方，都感覺到家鄉的美好和溫暖，人與人之間都像親朋一樣。

把這詩拆開來看：
「床前明月光」- 偶然間無意識地瞥見
「疑是地上霜」- 內在的思考
「舉頭望明月」- 有意識的抬起頭去看
「低頭思故鄉」- 再度是內在的思考
以頭部的動作來看：從眼角餘光到「舉頭」，再到「低頭」，由靜而動，再歸於靜。 而以內在的思考而言，則先從單純的「疑是」轉變到複雜的「思故鄉」。 「舉頭／低頭」是動作上的對照，而「疑是／思故鄉」則是思考層次由淺而深。
「月」在這首詩中，扮演了「引導」的角色。原本是無情的星體，提供柔和的照明（第一句）， 而當人仰望明月，在人心中月亮彷彿是個「同鄉的人」一般（因為各地看到的是同一個月亮嘛）， 有感情地以溫柔眼神照看著人（第三句），而令人思念起與月一樣具有「同鄉」性質的一切人、景、事、物。
詩在「思故鄉」後戛然而止，思及了故鄉的什麼？李白不說，留給大家無限想像。
IN THE QUIET NIGHT

So bright a gleam on the foot of my bed 床前明月光
Could there have been a frost already? 疑是地上霜
Lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight. 舉頭望明月
Sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home. 低頭思故鄉

The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon. ~ Jean Ingelow


Such a slender moon, going up and up, Waxing so fast from night to night, And swelling like an orange flower-bud, bright, Fated, methought, to round as to a golden cup, And hold to my two lips life’s best of wine. ~ Jean Ingelow


While the flowers, pale and unreal in the moonlight, floated away upon the river; and thus do greater things that once were in our breasts, and near our hearts, flow from us to the eternal seas. ~ Charles Dickens


The moon is a white strange world, great, white, soft-seeming globe in the night sky, and what she actually communicates to me across space I shall never fully know. But the moon that pulls the tides, and the moon that controls the menstrual periods of women, and the moon that touches the lunatics, she is not the mere dead lump of the astronomist. When we describe the moon as dead, we are describing the deadness in ourselves. When we find space so hideously void, we are describing our own unbearable emptiness. ~ D. H. Lawrence


Moon! Moon! am prone before you. Pity me, and drench me in loneliness. ~ Amy Lowell


There is a chill in the air after dark, and we had all drawn close to the blaze. The night was moonless, but there were some stars, and one could see for a little distance across the plain. Well, suddenly out of the darkness, out of the night, there swooped something with a swish like an aeroplane. The whole group of us were covered for an instant by a canopy of leathery wings, and I had a momentary vision of a long, snake-like neck, a fierce, red, greedy eye, and a great snapping beak, filled, to my amazement, with little, gleaming teeth. ~ Sir Arthur Conan Doyle



Mother of light! how fairly dost thou go Over those hoary crests, divinely led! Art thou that huntress of the silver bow Fabled of old? Or rather dost thou tread Those cloudy summits thence to gaze below, Like the wild chamois from her Alpine snow, Where hunters never climbed–secure from dread? ~ Thomas Hood


The moon, the moon, so silver and cold, Her fickle temper has oft been told, Now shade–now bright and sunny– But of all the lunar things that change, The one that shows most fickle and strange, And takes the most eccentric range, Is the moon–so called–of honey! ~ Thomas Hood



What the deuce is it to me?” he interrupted impatiently; “you say that we go round the sun. If we went round the moon it would not make a pennyworth of difference to me or to my work. ~ Sir Arthur Conan Doyle


All is going on as it was wont. The waves are hoarse with repetition of their mystery; the dust lies piled upon the shore; the sea-birds soar and hover; the winds and clouds go forth upon their trackless flight; the white arms beckon, in the moonlight, to the invisible country far away. ~ Charles Dickens


This is the greatest week in the history of the world since the Creation, because as a result of what happened in this week, the world is bigger, infinitely. ~ Richard M. Nixon



There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of its inconceivable mystery.
~ Joseph Conrad


As the moon’s fair image quaketh In the raging waves of ocean, Whilst she, in the vault of heaven, Moves with silent peaceful motion. ~ Heinrich Heine



I don’t remember forms or faces now, but I know the girl was beautiful. I know she was; for in the bright moonlight nights, when I start from my sleep, and all is quiet about me, I see, standing still and motionless in one corner of this cell, a slight and wasted figure with long black hair, which streaming down her back, stirs with no earthly wind, and eyes that fix their gaze on me, and never wink or close. . . ~ Charles Dickens



Treading the soil of the moon, palpating its pebbles, tasting the panic and splendor of the event, feeling in the pit of one’s stomach the separation from terra… these form the most romantic sensation an explorer has ever known… this is the only thing I can say about the matter. The utilitarian results do not interest me. ~ Vladimir Nabokov


On the road, the lonely road, Under the cold, white moon; Under the rugged trees he strode, Whistled and shifted his heavy load– Whistled a foolish tune. ~ William Wallace Harney


So there he is at last. Man on the moon. The poor magnificent bungler! He can’t even get to the office without undergoing the agonies of the damned, but give him a little metal, a few chemicals, some wire and twenty or thirty billion dollars and, vroom! there he is, up on a rock a quarter of a million miles up in the sky. ~ Russell Wayne Baker



The moving moon went up to the sky, And nowhere did abide; Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside. ~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge


The moon is nothing but a circumambulating aphrodisiac divinely subsidized to provoke the world into a rising birth-rate. ~ Christopher Fry


Lend me thy pen To write a word In the moonlight. Pierrot, my friend! My candle’s out, I’ve no more fire;– For love of God Open thy door! ~ Folk Song


The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep to-night. ~ William Cullen Bryant


Doth the moon care for the barking of a dog? ~ Robert Burton



The sun had sunk and the summer skies Were dotted with specks of light That melted soon in the deep moon-rise That flowed over Groton Height. ~ M’Donald Clarke



The moon pull’d off her veil of light, That hides her face by day from sight (Mysterious veil, of brightness made,) That’s both her lustre and her shade), And in the lantern of the night, With shining horns hung out her light. ~ Samuel Butler

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