Modern Poems about the Moon Moonlight Pushkin Lonely, forlorn moon, why didst thou arise from the clouds, and through the window cast a clear light on my pillow? Thy melancholy countenance has aroused my sad thoughts, and the unprofitable grief of love; and the irrepressible desire of proud reason has renewed its agitation in my heart.
Fly away, memory of the past, and rest in peace, O love that cannot! There will never be another moonlit night when thou, with mesmerizing rays, through the dark woods of Fraxinus, poured forth a quiet light, faintly and faintly illuminating the beauty of my lover. What art thou, O lustful pleasure? How can you compare with true love and happiness, the joy of inner beauty? How can we return to the joy that is gone? O time, why do the seconds and minutes vanish so quickly? When the sun suddenly rises, why does the lightness of night fade away? O moon, why do you flee and sink in the bright blue sky? Why does the morning sun shine in the sky? Why should my lover and I part? Pushkin was a famous Russian writer, a great poet, novelist, and the founder of modern Russian literature.
He is known as the "Father of Russian Literature" and the "Sun of Russian Poetry". But now, like the moon in the blue sky, you have risen in front of the happiness A pot of wine between flowers, drinking alone, without relatives.
Raise a glass to invite the moon, the shadow into three people. The light of the moon in front of the bed is suspected to be the frost on the ground. ---- Li Bai "Silent Night Thoughts" Without words alone on the west tower, the moon like a hook ---------- Li Yu "Meet in person" The bright moon, the other branches of the magpie, the breeze of the midnight cicadas.
---------- Xin Qiji "West River Moon" Qin time bright moon Han time off, ten thousand miles long march people have not yet ---------- Wang Changling "Out of the plug" People have sadness and happiness, the moon has a cloudy and sunny and round and missing, the matter of the ancient difficult to be complete ---------- Su Shi "Song of Songs on Water" Spring breeze and green Jiangnan shore, when the bright moon shines on me back ---------- Wang Anshi "Mooring at Guaizhou The moon is falling, the crows are crowing, the frost is all over the sky, and the maple fishermen are sleeping on their sorrows.---------- Zhang Ji, "Night Mooring on the Maple Bridge" The bright moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.---------- Zhang Jiuling, "Looking at the Moon and Remembering the Distance" The field is open and the sky is low in trees, and the river is clear and the moon is close to people.---------- Meng Haoran, "Staying at the Jiande River" The morning mirror is worried about the cloud sideburns, and the night chanting should be aware of the moonlight cold? ---------- Li Shangyin's "Untitled" Not seeing the township book passing on the goose's feet, but seeing the new moon spitting out the moth's eyebrow. --Wang Wei The spring river tide is even with the sea, the bright moon on the sea *** tidal .
- Zhang Ruoxu Spring and Autumn are full of four zones, summer clouds are full of strange peaks, the autumn moon is bright, and the winter ridge is full of lonely pines. --Tao Yuanming The desert sand is like snow, and the moon in Yanshan Mountain is like a hook.
--Li He The moon was shining brightly at that time, and it once shone on the colorful clouds. --The moon in Dongting was like molten gold.
- Liu Yuxi *** see the bright moon should be tears, a night of the countryside with five places. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and you were in the middle of the night. The moon and the river are only similar every year.
--Zhang Ruoxu Liaohai swallows the moon, and the Great Wall locks up the mountains. --The moon is bright in the hometown.
--Du Fu Plum blossoms and snow, pear blossoms and moonlight, always thinking of each other. Since the spring is not aware of going to the side of the knowledge.
- Zhang Huiyan The clouds are far away, and the moon is lonely on the eternal night.
- Liang Zhangjui The new moon is like a beautiful woman, out of the sea at the beginning of the color. --The moon is on the tip of the willow, after dusk.
- Ouyang Xiu The bright moon on the sea, the end of the world **** this time. --Zhang Jiuling The moon is out of the sky, between the clouds and the sea.
- Li Bai I sing the moon wandering, I dance the shadow scattered. --Li Bai The moon hangs in the autumn sky, and the colorful dew is wet.
--Meng Haoran When I was a child, I did not know the moon, but called it a white jade disk.
--Wang Wei The tide of the Spring River is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is *** tidal. --The spring and autumn are full of four zephyrs, the summer clouds are full of strange peaks, the autumn moon is bright, and the winter ridge is full of lonely pines.
--Tao Yuanming The desert sand is like snow, and the moon is like a hook in Yanshan.
- Li He The moon was shining brightly at that time, and it used to shine on the colorful clouds.
--Yan Guidao The autumn moon in Dongting was born in the center of the lake, and the waves were like molten gold.
--- Liu Yuxi *** Seeing the bright moon should be in tears, and the heart of the countryside in one night is the same in five places.
--Bai Juyi The moon is the first time I see it on the river. The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me. The moon and the river are only similar year after year. --The Liao Sea swallows the moon, and the Great Wall locks up the mountains.
- Xiao Shi The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in the hometown. The moon is the brightness of the hometown. --Du Fu Plum blossoms and snow, pear blossoms and the moon, always think of each other.
Since spring does not realize that it is going to be partial to know.
--Du Fu The clear wind and bright moon are priceless.
--- Liang Zhangjui The new moon is like a beautiful woman, and the first time it comes out of the sea, it is colorful.
--Su Shi The moon is on the tip of the willow, after dusk. --Ouyang Xiu The bright moon on the sea, the end of the world **** this time.
- Zhang Jiuling The moon is out of the sky, between the clouds and the sea. --Li Bai I sing the moon wandering, I dance the shadow scattered.
- Li Bai Autumn sky bright moon hanging, glossy dew stained wet.
--Meng Haoran When I was young, I didn't know the moon, I called it a white jade disk.
--Li Bai The moon is the first time I see it on the banks of the river. The first time I saw it, it was a very good time to see it. The first time I saw the moon, I saw the moon in my eyes, and the moon in my eyes.
2. Poetry on the praise of the sunPraise you - the sun
You are the red sun rising in the east, the sunlight is gorgeous, open hope
You shine and heat, to benefit the people, the universe is clear
You burn yourself, dedication and love
You are the spring rain, moistening the world, and the glory of grace.
You are the sun and wind, spring and autumn, summer and winter
You are the sun and sky, the Great Wall is towering, the red flag is fluttering
You lit the fire of the Olympic Games in Beijing, the event of the chapter
You care about the people, the people as a basis for the love of a long time
You love and justice, poverty alleviation and poverty alleviation *** to run to a prosperous life
You
You are calm and steady, learned and wise, and far-sighted
You are honorable and upright, and the world admires you
You are unselfish, immaculate, and a lotus flower
You are always smiling, tranquil and elegant
You are passionate, simple, and generous
You are true and sincere, and you value righteousness, and you are righteousness and courage
You have a broad mind, and you can accommodate all rivers
You have a great heart.
You have a big heart, you accept all rivers, you love all directions
You are noble and excellent, sacred and great, splendid and glorious
Ah, praise the sun, unparalleled and supreme
The motherland, the sun, the sun, the Party, is radiant
The motherland's tomorrow is even better, happier and more prosperous
The Party leads China to a harmonious and democratic civilization, and it is strong and civilized
The Party leads China to a harmonious and democratic civilization and is strong and prosperous
The sun is a sun, a sun, a Party, a party and a motherland, and it is a party that leads the country.
The sun rises over the incense burner, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river.
The warmth of the sun and the wind in the spring mountains, the appendage of the pavilion and the curtain bar.
A lonely village in the sunset, light smoke, old trees and cold crows. The first thing you need to do is to get the best out of the world, and you'll be able to do it with the best of them.
Since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely, I say autumn is better than spring.
The sun is burning, and the rice is half dead.
The scenery is different in the autumn under the Seychelles, and the geese in Hengyang are not paying attention. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I had ever seen a kid in my life. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, and the second time I was in the middle of the night.
The sun sets on the five lakes, the smoke and waves everywhere sad. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The clouds can cover the sun, and the people of Chang'an will not be able to see it.
The sea is still alive, and the river is in its old age.
The Desert is a lonely place, and the sun sets over the Yangtze River (Tang - Wang Wei)
The Day is over the mountains, the Yellow River flows into the sea, and I want to see a thousand miles to the end, but I want to reach a higher level (Tang - Wang Zhixu)
The sun comes out of the east and rains in the west, and there is no sunny day without a sunny day.
The sun is the limit of the world, and the sky is the limit of the world, and the sky is the limit of the world.
4. A modern poem written by yourself describing the sunThe sun, from ancient tombs, from dark ages, from yonder stream of human death, shocks the sleeping mountains, if the wheel of fire soars above the dunes, and the sun rolls toward me ...... It breathes life in its hard-to-conceal radiance, and makes the branches of the tall trees dance to it, and makes the rivers run to it with wild songs, and when it comes, I hear the winter hibernation, and I hear the winter hibernation, and I hear the winter hibernation, and I hear the winter hibernation. When it comes, I hear the hibernating pupae turning underground, the crowds speaking loudly in the open fields, the city calling it from afar with electricity and steel, so that my heart is torn open by the hand of fire, and the old souls are laid aside on the banks of the river, and I have the certainty of the regeneration of the human race. Though last night I was sleepy, and haunted by a thousand nightmares.
Thy fresh, tender, and clear light shone on my window, which had not been opened for a long time, and painted the paper of it with a yellowish, pollen-like color, and embedded it in a light blue and neatly arranged shade, and, filled with thankfulness, I arose from my bed, and opened the door of the window, which had been shut for a winter, and allowed thee to spread on my window-table the bright tablecloth of full gold silk. Then I was surprised to see you: so real that there was no room for doubt, standing on the top of the opposite mountain, and smiling so brightly.
I opened my eyes hard to see you, longing to catch your image, how intense, how trance-like, how solemn! Thy light stung my pupils. O Sun, thou immortal philosopher, thou bringest joy to the earth, and even the most unfortunate see thee, and feel thy comfort in their hearts.
Thou art the smith of time, the gilders of the good life; thou castest the days into myriads of golden wheels, which hover in the ancient wilderness ...... Without thee, O Sun, all life would lie prostrate in the gloom, and, even if it had wings, would only be like bats flying in the eternal night. I love you as men love their mothers, you feed my ideas and thoughts with light and heat - make me live passionately and suffer for my ideals, until my life is taken away by death.
After a long and lonely winter, today I want to go up to the top of the mountain, disrobe myself, naked, and bathe my soul in your light. ...... Notice of the Dawn By Ai Qing For the sake of my prayers Arise, O poet, and tell them to give the sun In the morning, I woke up from sleep, and was glad when I saw your radiance. And rejoice; - though last night I was sleepy, And haunted by countless nightmares. Thy fresh, tender, and clear light shone on my window, which I had not opened for a long time, and painted the paper with a yellowish, pollen-like color, and nestled it in a light blue and neat lattice of shadows, and, filled with thankfulness, I arose from my bed, and opened the door of the window, which had been shut for a winter, and allowed thee to spread on my window-table the bright tablecloth of full gold silk.
Then, to my surprise, I saw you: so real that there was no room for doubt, standing on the top of the opposite mountain, and smiling so brightly. I opened my eyes hard to see you, longing to catch your image, how intense, how trance-like, how solemn! Your light stung my pupils.
O Sun, thou immortal philosopher, thou bringest joy to the earth, and even the most unfortunate see thee, and feel thy comfort in their hearts. Thou art the smith of time, the gilders of the good life; thou castest the days into countless golden wheels, and hast spun them over the ancient wilderness ...... Without thee, O Sun, all life would lie prostrate in the gloom, and even if it had wings, it would only be like a bat flying in the eternal night.
I love you as people love their mothers, you feed my ideas and thoughts with light and heat - make me live passionately and suffer for my ideals, until my life is taken away by death. Today, after a long and lonely winter, I want to go to the top of the mountain, to disrobe myself, to be naked, to bathe my soul in your light, and to say that what they have been waiting for is coming, that I have come in the dew, that I have been guided by the light of the last star, that I have come from the east, from the raging sea, and that I am bringing light to the world, and warmth to mankind, through your uprightness. Through the mouths of your righteous men, carry my message, inform mankind, whose eyes are burning with longing, and distant cities and villages, steeped in misery, that they are invited to welcome me, herald of the day, herald of the light, open all the windows, open all the doors, sound your whistles, sound your horns, sweep the streets, lift the carts, remove the garbage, and let the laborers walk in the streets with a broad step, let the cars walk in splendor, and let them walk in the streets, and let the cars walk in the streets, and let the laborers walk in the streets, and let the laborers walk in the streets, and let the cars walk in the streets, and let the workers walk in the streets. Let the laborers walk in wide strides through the streets, let the cars flow through the squares in brilliant procession, let the villages wake up from their damp fog, let the village women open their roosts, let the farmers bring their oxen from the barns, let them be informed by your warm mouth that I have come from the mountains, from the forests, and ask them to clean up the sunny fields and the ever-filtered patios, to open the windows that are decorated with flowery paper, and the doors that bear the Spring Festival couplets, and to awaken the attentive people who are so eager to see me, and who are so eager to see you. Please wake up the attentive women and the snoring men, please wake up the young lovers, please wake up the sleepy maidens, please wake up the sleepy mothers and their babies, please wake up everyone, even the sick and the mothers in childbirth, even the aged, the people groaning in their beds, even the wounded in the wars of justice, and the refugees displaced by the fall of their homelands, please wake up the unfortunate and I'll comfort them all, please wake up everyone who loves life, the workers, the technicians, the workers, the workers, the technicians. All those who love life, workers, craftsmen and painters, let the singers welcome with songs, with voices of grass and dew, let the dancers welcome with dances, with their morning dresses of white mist, let those who are healthy and beautiful wake up, and say that I'm coming to knock on their windows, and let you, the faithful poet of time, bring to mankind a message of solace, and ask them to prepare for the welcome, to ask all to prepare for the welcome, and when the rooster crows the last, I'm coming, and I'll give them a welcome, and I'll give them a comfort. And bid them gaze with devout eyes upon the heavens, and I will give the most gracious light to all that look for me, and while the night is almost over, tell them that what they have waited for is coming.