The twilight color hides the traces of the line, and the stone of Huai Shi sinks into the river. The moon is cold in the sky. The turbulent waves are going eastward, the cloudy dreams are floating and tossing, and the land of Chu is also grieving. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Beating alligator drums, casting rice dumplings, and dressing up. The boat was in the middle of a wave, and the paddles were rolled up and roared like wildfire. The past is a time of upheaval, the sun is beautiful and the wind is gentle, the Sanlv should be peaceful. The years have passed by like a shuttle, and the wind and righteousness of the world will live on forever.
Mid-Autumn Thoughts
It's been tens of years since I left my hometown
It's hard to sleep tonight
I don't know if there's a moon in the green willow pond next to the village
If there's a moon in the sky to send my love to you
New Year's Eve sends me thoughts
The lanterns from the olden days are not there anymore
Only the Lanterns are still sweet
There is a sweetness in the Lanterns
There is no need to get rid of yesterday's tears of love
Where did the son open the sky
How many times have I left my country
Yunmeng is like a horse's journey
Yu Liang must be a jade to invoke the soul
There is nothing wrong with the holy dynasty but a lot of travel
The love of a good traveler seldom goes to the past
Wondering about the dragon boat is a deliberate task
We have heard of the mountains and water in mourning of the king's grandchildren
The thoughts of the Silent Night Li Bai
The light of the moon in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. I look up at the moon and think of my hometown.
Lu Lun
The moon is dark and the geese are flying high. I want to ride the light horse, but the snow is full of bows and knives.
Bamboo Museum Wang Wei
Sitting alone in the bamboo grove, playing the zither and wailing again; the people in the deep forest do not know, but the moon comes to shine on each other.
The Night Mooring on the Maple Bridge Zhang Ji
The moon is falling and the crows are crowing and the sky is full of frost, and the maple and the fish are on fire. The cold mountain temple outside the city of Gusu, the sound of bells at midnight to the passenger boat.
Qing Ping Tong Li Bai
The clouds want to be clothed and the flowers want to be dressed, the spring breeze brushes the threshold and the dew is thick; if it were not for the Jade Mountain, it would be under the moon on the Yao Terrace.
Folk Song
The curved moon shines in the nine states, and several families are happy and several are sad. A few couples are under the same tent, and a few families are scattered in other states.
Suiting Tonglu River and sending it to the old travelers of Guangling Meng Haoran
The mountains are dark all night long, and the Cangjiang River flows rapidly at night. The wind is blowing on both sides of the river, and the moon is shining on a lonely boat.
It's a good thing that I'm not a member of this organization, because I'm not a member of this organization, and I'm not a member of this organization. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to do it.
Du Fu
The fine grass and breezy shore, the dangerous mast and the night boat. The starry field is wide, the moon is flowing in the great river. I'm not sure if I'm famous for my writings or not.
Officials should rest from old age and illness. I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about. I'm a sand gull in heaven and earth.
Jinse Li Shangyin
Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one pillar, thinking of Chinese years. The dream of the Zhuang Sheng is lost in butterflies, and the heart of the Emperor of Hope is in a cuckoo's nest. The moon of the ocean is bright and the pearl has tears in its eyes, while the sun of the blue field is warm and the jade has smoke in its eyes. I'm not sure if I can remember this, but I was already lost at the time.
Untitled Li Shangyin
It is difficult to part when we meet, and the east wind is powerless to part with the flowers. The silk worm will not be exhausted until it dies, and the wax torch will only dry up when it turns into ashes. The mirror in the morning, but worried about the cloud sideburns change, night chanting should feel the moonlight cold. There is no way to get to Penglai, but the green bird is very attentive to me.
Su Shi (苏轼)
明月几时有？ I'm not sure if the palace in the sky is the same as the one in the sky this evening. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go home on the wind, but I am afraid of the jeweled buildings. I can't stand the cold at the high place, so I'll dance and make a clear shadow, how is it like on the earth? I can't sleep at night, but I can't sleep at all. I don't want to hate you, but when will you always look back at the time of parting? People have sadness and happiness, the moon has the yin and yin and round and short, this matter is difficult to be complete, but I hope that people are long, thousands of miles of *** Canyuan Juan.
*Poetry - Inspirational
Ancient Style Li Shen
Spring planting a grain of corn, autumn harvest ten thousand seeds. There is no idle field in the four seas, and the farmer is still starving. The day of hoeing is noon,
sweat drops on the soil. Who knows how hard it is to eat in a dish?
Golden Witch Hazel Clothes Du Qiu Niang
I advise you not to cherish the golden witch-hazel clothes, I advise you to cherish your youth. I would not wait until there is no flower in bloom to break the branch.
Changgehang
The sunflower in the green garden, the morning dew is waiting for the sun to dry. The spring is a blessing to the world, and all things are bright and colorful. I'm always afraid that the fall festival will come, and the yellow leaves of K'ung will decline. When will we return to the west? I'm not sure if I'll be able to do it, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it!
Miscellaneous Poems Tao Yuanming
Life is not rooted, floating like dust on the street. I am scattered and turned by the wind, and this is not my body. We are all brothers, so why do we need to be related? We are all in the same boat, and we are all in the same boat. I'm not going to be able to get back in time, and I'm not going to be able to get back in time again.
Time is the time to be encouraged, and the years will not wait for us.
*Poetry - Farewell
Farewell, Wang Wei
When we left each other in the mountains, we covered the wood at sunset. The spring grass will be green next year, and the king's grandson will not return.
Weicheng Qu Wang Wei
It is moist with rain on Weicheng, and the willows are new in the green of the guest house. I urge you to drink a cup of wine and leave the Yangguan Pass in the west without an old friend.
There is a strange tree in the garden
There is a strange tree in the garden, with green leaves. I'm going to leave my thoughts on it.
It is a rare thing, but it is not worth the price of the tree. I am not sure how valuable this is, but I feel that it is time for me to leave.
On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is bright and clear. The full moon is regarded as a symbol of reunion, and it is also the emotional connection between the literati and the writers. The following is a selection of famous lines related to the moon and the Mid-Autumn Festival from poems of the past dynasties.
A pot of wine in the flower room, drinking alone without relatives. The moon and the shadow of the moon are three in number. The moon does not know how to drink, and the shadow follows me. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good look at this. I sing to the moon, I dance to the shadows. The long wind blows for tens of thousands of miles, blowing through the Jade Gate Pass. --Li Bai, "The Moon over the Mountains"
The light of the bright moon in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. I raise my head to look at the bright moon, and look down to think of my hometown.
The bright moon at the sea, the end of the world **** this time. The lover complains about the distant night, and thinks of each other in the evening!
The dew is white from this night, and the moon is bright in the hometown.
The moon is bright in the autumn sky, and the dew is wet with luster. The magpies are not yet settled, and the fireflies are rolling in the curtains.
On the fifteenth night of the eighth month in the past, I was at the Apricot Garden by the Qujiang Pond.
This year, on the 15th night of the 8th month, in front of the water pavilion at the head of the Penpu sand. I'm not sure where I'm going with this, but I'm sure I'll be able to find a way to make it work for me. Yesterday the wind blew and no one was there, but tonight the light is as clear as in past years. Tonight the moon is bright and people are looking at it all the time, I don't know whose home the thoughts of autumn have fallen on.
Ten rounds of frosty shadows turn to the courtyard, and this evening the detainee is alone in the corner. I don't know if I'll ever be able to get through this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get through this," he said.
When is the bright moon due? I don't know the palace in the sky, this evening is what year ...... people have sadness and joy, the moon has the yin and ying and round and missing, this matter is ancient difficult to complete. But I wish that people will be long-lasting, thousands of miles*** Canyuan Juan. --Su Shi "Song of Water"
The bright moon is easy to low people easy to disperse, return to call the wine more to see. The color of the moon in front of the hall is more and more clear and good, and the cold cicada is singing in the dewy grass. The curtains are rolled up and the door is silent, and under the window there is only the old man Chu. I am not ashamed to be poor in Nandu, how many of us have written poems to the moon? --Su Shi's "Mid-Autumn Moon Festival and Ziyu"
The evening clouds are overflowing with cold, and the silver man is turning a jade disk without sound. I'm not sure if I'll be able to see the moon next year," he said. If there is no moon household in the sky, the osmanthus branch will be damaged to the west wheel. But the call to take, jade fiber transverse flute, a blow crack ...... If you get a long round such a night, the human feelings may not see the commitment of goodbye. I will worship the star of China, and ask the moon to float on a raft. I saw the full moon on the long bridge. I went up to the distant smoke and floating grass, and suddenly fell in front of the pavilion. --Xu Wei's "Arrival at Jianning on the Fifteenth Night"
The road is long with the light of autumn, and the orchid radius and the guizhao are filled with the fragrance of the sky. The moon is the highest peak, and the wind is blowing, and the sails are light and the swallows are traveling. --Zhang Huangyan's "Mid-Autumn Festival in a Boat"
*Poetry - Festivals
On the New Year's Day, Wang Anshi
The firecrackers cracked as the year wore on, and the spring breeze sent warmth into the Tuusu. A thousand doors and tens of thousands of houses are filled with tels, and new peaches are always exchanged for old ones.
Ching Ming Du Mu
The rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. The pastor is pointing to the village of apricot blossoms. The shepherd boy points to the village of apricot blossoms.
Autumn Eve Du Mu
Silver candles and cold autumn light on the painting screen, a small fan to fight the fireflies. The night is as cool as water, and I sit and watch the star of Altair and Vega.
Chang'e Li Shangyin
The candle shadow of the mica screen is deep, and the stars of the Yangtze River are gradually falling. Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and the blue sea and the blue sky are in the heart of the night.
The Cold Eclipse Han swarmed (swarming)
The flowers fly everywhere in the city of spring, and the east wind of the cold eclipse makes the willows slant; the candles are passed to the Han Palace at sunset, and the smoke is scattered into the houses of the five vassals.
Birds Bai Juyi
Who says that the life of a flock is small? I am not sure if I can do it. I advise you not to beat the birds on the branches, for the children are in the nest looking for their mother's return.
You Zi Yin Meng Jiao
The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering child, the thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering child.
Sheng Chazi Ouyang Xiu
Last year on New Year's Eve, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day; the moon was on the head of the willow, and the people were about to dusk. On this year's New Year's Eve, the moon and lights are still the same; I don't see last year's people, and my sleeves are wet with tears.
Over the old man's estate Meng Haoran
The old man had chicken and millet, and invited me to the field house; the green trees were by the side of the village, and the green hills were outside the slanting Guo.
It was a great honor for me to be invited to the house of my late husband, where I was invited to spend some time with him in the garden, and to drink wine and talk about mulberry and hemp.
*Poetry--Moon
Silent Night Thoughts Li Bai
The light of the moon in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. When I raise my head to look at the moon, I look down and think of my hometown.
Lu Lun
The moon is dark and the geese are flying high. I want to ride the light horse, but the snow is full of bows and knives.
Bamboo Museum Wang Wei
Sitting alone in a secret grove, playing the zither and wailing again; the people in the deep forest do not know, but the moon comes to shine on each other.
The Night Mooring on the Maple Bridge Zhang Ji
The moon is falling and the crows are crowing and the sky is full of frost, and the maple and the fish are on fire and sleep in sadness. The cold mountain temple outside the city of Gusu, the sound of bells at midnight to the passenger boat.
Qing Ping Tong Li Bai
The clouds want clothes and flowers, the spring breeze brushes the threshold and the dew is thick; if it were not for the Jade Mountain, it would be under the moon on the Yao Terrace.
Folk Song
The curved moon shines in the nine states, and several families are happy and several are sad. A few couples are under the same tent, and a few families are scattered in other states.
Suiting Tonglu River and sending it to the old travelers in Guangling Meng Haoran
The mountains are dark all night long, and the Cangjiang River flows rapidly at night. The wind is blowing on both sides of the river, and the moon is shining on a lonely boat.
It's a good thing that I'm not a member of this organization, because I'm not a member of this organization. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to do it.
Du Fu
The fine grass and breezy shore, the dangerous mast and the night boat. The starry field is wide, and the moon flows in the great river. I'm not sure if I'm famous for my writings or not.
Officials should rest from old age and illness. I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about. I'm a sand gull in heaven and earth.
Jinse Li Shangyin
Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one column, thinking of Chinese years. The dream of the Zhuang Sheng is lost in butterflies, and the heart of the Emperor of Hope is in a cuckoo's nest. The moon of the ocean is bright and the pearl has tears in its eyes, while the sun of the blue field is warm and the jade has smoke in its eyes. This love can wait to become a memory, but at that time it was already lost.