Drinking Alone Under the Moon" by Li Bai, Tang
A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any relatives. I am not sure if I am a good person, but I am a good person, and I am not a good person.
The moon does not know how to drink, and the shadow follows me.
This is the first time I've ever seen a movie where I've had a chance to play.
I sing and the moon wanders, I dance and the shadows are scattered. The first time I saw it, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
We will be together forever, and we will be together in the clouds. The moon is the only thing that can make you think of each other.
The candle is out, the light is full, the coat is full of dew.
The "Twilight River Song" by Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty
The remnants of the sun are spread over the water, half of the river, half of the river is red.
Pity the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
The Song of Songs in Water, Song Su Shi
When will the moon come? I'm not sure when the moon will come out. I don't know what year it is in the sky. I want to go back to the wind, but I am afraid that the agate buildings are too high to be cold. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Turning to the Zhu Pavilion, low Cherry House, light sleepless. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. But I wish you a long time, a thousand miles of **** Canyuan Juan.
It is also the most classic quiet night thoughts
The light of the moon in front of the bed is suspected to be the frost on the ground
Raise your head to look at the moon, and think of your hometown.
2. When you look up at the moon in the sky, you will think of the ancient poem1.
Raise your head to look at the moon, lower your head to think of your hometown. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thoughts")
2. (Meng Haoran: "Staying at the Jiande River")
3. The bright moon shines between the pines, and the clear spring flows over the stones. (Wang Wei: "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn")
4. The moon is dark and the geese are flying high. (Lu Lun: "Under the Plug")
5. Raise a glass to invite the moon, and the shadow becomes three. (Li Bai: "Drinking Alone Under the Moon")
6. (Li Bai: "Ancient Moonwalk")
7. People in the deep forest do not know that the moon is shining. (Wang Wei: "Bamboo Pavilion")
8. The moonrise startles the mountain birds, and sometimes they sing in the spring stream. (Wang Wei: "Birdsong Stream")
9. People have their sorrows and joys, and the moon is full and full. (Su Shi: "Song of Water")
9. When will the moon come?"
10. The moon is bright in Qin Dynasty, and the people have not yet returned from the long march. （When you look up at the moon in the sky, you will think of the ancient poem
1. The light of the bright moon in front of the bed is suspected to be the frost on the ground. When you look up at the moon, you think of your hometown. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thoughts") 2. The sky is open and the trees are low, the river is clear and the moon is near. (Meng Haoran: "Staying at the Jiande River") 3. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the stones. (Wang Wei: "Autumn Dwelling in the Mountains") 4. The moon is dark, the geese are flying high, and the monarchs are running away at night. (Lu Lun: "Under the Plug") 5. Raise a cup to invite the moon, and the shadows become three. (Li Bai: "Drinking Alone Under the Moon") 6.When I was young, I didn't know the moon, but called it a white jade disk. (Li Bai: "The Ancient Row of the Long Moon") 7. The people in the deep forest don't know it, but the moon comes to shine on them. (Wang Wei: "Bamboo Pavilion") 8. The moonrise startles the mountain birds, and sometimes they sing in the spring stream. (Wang Wei: "Birdsong Stream") 9. People have their sorrows and joys, and the moon has its ups and downs. (Su Shi: "Song of Water") 10. (Su Shi: "Song of the Water Tunes") 10. The moon is bright in the Qin Dynasty, the Han Dynasty passes through the gates, and the men of the Ten Thousand Miles Long March have not yet returned. (Wang Changling: "Out of the Seaside").
4. Poetry essay "Look up at the sky"The sky, since ancient times, has been poeticized by many people. Since then, she has become a synonym for beauty. And those who often look up to her are romantic. The first time I've seen her, I've seen her in my life.
But today's sky pressure, a cloud, as if dipped in light ink, but not a little life. It's New Year's Eve, and all the families are very busy. Visiting friends and relatives seemed to be very happy. On the road, the wind is very strong, but also rolled a unique industrial smell of industrial areas, very uncomfortable.
And raised his head, in fact, I do not like to look up at the sky. The power lines in the top of the head is a dense cloth, for this sky, no matter how can not find a bit of beauty. My eyes squeezed through the dense wires, and I looked up to the low sky. Freedom? I smiled coldly.
No
By then, my nose was sore. I don't know how long it's been, but it's been a long time, and my mother and I have been fighting again, and the reason for it is that I failed the final exam. Maybe I shouldn't have told the truth that day. I still thought that my mother had accepted my statement that "marks don't mean anything". Maybe the idea that "marks mean everything" was ingrained in my parents' minds. I think the only way to have a good year is to do well!
This year's Chinese New Year was not a good one for me.
Suddenly realized that he was still wearing a hat, and smiled bitterly, his heart is cold. The hat was taken off, in the wind continued, lonely walking. I know, no matter how I go, still can not escape this day.
Unconsciously came to this - this is sort of my old home, I lived here when I was a child, and then because of the need to expand the factory moved into the industrial zone. And here, it was rented to a few kindly outsiders, but the second floor was not rented out. I quietly went up to the second floor and came to the computer desk.
I
like it here, not only because there is no one here, but also because there is a mountain behind it, a park and a chapel - the air is fresh and the environment is beautiful. Also, there are many little dogs here, and they always greet me with a wagging tail. I realize that this is where I have fond memories of my childhood - the sound of light footsteps. The murmur of running water. The sound of laughter. All of these memories have slipped through my mind.
5. The sky-related poems"Lonely sky" By: light fragrance plum Lonely always love to stay to look at the sky, the cloudy sky, always let a person frustrated.
Sometimes a lone bird in the air will cause me to **** song, the bird will eventually go where, as my mood, lonely and sad.
The sky is still so gray, when will there be warm sunshine, just like my heart, just feel cold. Bare trees in the distance, but also so listless, no charm, they are also so lonely, confused, can only quietly endure, cruel winter, the alternation of the four seasons is silent, and life is also such a harsh winter, people will sink with the reality.
The sky is still so no smile, I can only wander in this lonely, the cold wind is still blowing, the sky is still so gloomy, I am still me, only in the wind. ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ The Sky After the Rain By Poet Qiao Zi The sky after the rain is a blue velvet sky Like your pure heart Clear as water, clear as a mirror The sky after the rain is a blue velvet sky Like your blue eyes Blue as the sea, clear as crystal ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ Looking Up at the Sky By Starry Night Song I put everything down And look up at the sky I leave my pain behind and look up to the sky where the geese are flying by I leave my problems behind and look up to the sky where the clouds are flying by I draw a line to the sky from a point of origin ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ Lift up a piece of the sky by Wisteria Ching-er I've already closed my eyebrows in autumn and I'm singing in the yellow of the straw I don't care about the seasonal garments anymore, even if it's only the bare bones, as long as there's still a grain of cereal that will blossom in the wings of the world, be it the yellow earth or the valley, as long as there is a grain of cereal that will blossom in the wings of the world. If I am given a grotto, a mountain of ice, I'll read the cold iron wall with soft water, and not blood but the casket of poetry will boil, and I'll carry my life to redeem the bloodless penal colony. The autumn winds have silenced my lips, and I'll no longer rest my feathered head, but I'll tear off the last hair of my skin, and let the cold winds and the winter snows judge my dreams, and throw a tear into the wind to tell the world that it's a transparent crystal, and that it's a crystal of the world. I just want to tell everything that it's a transparent crystal, that despair is not a window, but a practice to refine steel, that I just have to pick up my bag and lift up a piece of sky, and that blue is the way forward. ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ A Piece of Sky for You A piece of sky for you is in the south, in the place where the banyan tree grows in legend, and this pure blue is just like a rainbow in a dream, so that I can pass by it quietly. The process of meeting or parting is the process of one cloud and another cloud wandering with the wind, but you should know that after many days, there will definitely be a person standing on top of the highest mountain looking back at this general inexplicable beauty, gently leaving me with the winds of the seasons, leaving behind only a piece of starry lights to send you memories of the bright moon after a thousand songs. ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ The Color of the Sky By Yixia I'm looking at the sky, but the legend says that the sky is transparent? I'm thinking of a blue background, the color of fantasy. I'm looking at the sky, but it's not transparent, because there's a man who tells me that blue is hope in the darkness. Is there a sky in my world? Is it blue? I'm looking at the sky, and it's the color of fantasy? It's a blue background. ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ The Square Sky by Fishnose Like the frog who sits on a well, I sit on my family's four-cornered patio and look up at the sky that's mine. The difference is that the frog's sky is round and mine is square. The difference is that the frog can leap out of what he thinks is a well, and find a vast sky beyond, but I know there's a world beyond. But I can only lean on the window of my imprisoned mind to think of the moon and the blue sky where I can fly freely like a dream. The only thing I can do every day in this square sky is to find a way to let the bird in my heart fly with unlimited freedom in a limited space and to prove the unlimited possibilities of my life's journey in a limited time. ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ The Sky of the City by Yuchi Miyaji The sky of the city has no sun, no poisonous whip, and no sun, no sun. The sun's poisonous and merciless whip beats my spine The city sky has no clouds The hideous smoke of nothingness hovers above my head The city sky has no moonlight The thoughts as pure as water flow in my heart night after night The city sky has no stars I use a single crystal bead of sweat to create a colorful and dazzling dream The city sky has no rain The reinforced steel of the bones of the concrete doesn't believe in the warmth of tears ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ I'm walking alone, looking at the beauty of the world, I can't bear to look up at the sky, I just think, what a bright world, everyone's in a hurry, and I don't know where I'm going at this moment, the rain is light and misty, it's a bit cold on my skin, the tarmac is slippery, it's very quiet, and every now and then a few cars rush by, blowing wind into my eyes, I know I can't rub it in, but I don't want to listen, I have to cry. I know I can't rub it in my eyes, but I don't want to stop until I'm in tears. I don't care, I'm walking indifferently, and I don't know what's waiting for me, and I don't know where it ends, but I just keep moving forward. ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ I hope you'll adopt it.