Zhōng qiū wǎnshàng tā dúzì jǔtóuwàngmíngyuè, bùjīn xiǎngqǐ le jiārén.
On Mid-Autumn night he lifted his head to the bright moon, thinking of family despite himself.
Jǔtóuwàngmíngyuè, dītóusīgùxiāng — — zhè liǎng jù jīhū měige Zhōngguó háizi dōuhuì bèi.
'Looking up at the bright moon, lowering my head I long for home' — nearly every Chinese child knows these lines.
