江中的渔火若明若暗，我从梦中醒来，是声声夜雨滴得人心碎难眠。深夜，在这孤零零的小舟中离家万里，仿佛那不是雨滴，是远离故乡的人思乡的清泪涟涟。The ancient typical indistinctly, I woke up from a dream, is a sound night rain gadites heart hard to sleep. Late at night, in this lonely boat in the home, as if it is not rain, is far away from hometown people homesickness clear sweet....
