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The bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground, look up at the bright moon, look down at the hometown, "Quiet Night Thoughts" Moonlight spreads before my bed. I wonder if it's hoarfrost on the ground. I raise my head to watch the moon And lowering it, I think of home. REFLECTION IN A QUIET
by Ha Jin
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The poem "Quiet Night Thoughts" presents a serene yet poignant scene where the speaker observes the bright moonlight shining in their room. This imagery evokes thoughts of frosty ground, suggesting a stillness in the air. As the speaker gazes up at the luminous moon, they are reminded of their distant home, which conjures feelings of nostalgia and longing.

Author Ha Jin explores these deeper emotions in "The Banished Immortal: A Life of Li Bai," revealing how reflections on nature can provoke memories and yearnings for one's homeland. The contrast between the beauty of the moon and the sorrow of separation underscores the human experience of longing, enhancing the emotional resonance of the poem.

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