I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. Du Fu, a wanderer, heard the drums that predicted the battle. It was the first call of autumn, a wild goose from the border.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. Su Shi, the head of Shuidiao Song, was drunk in the Mid-Autumn Festival, so he wrote this article.
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade.
Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth. Turn to Zhuge, humble household, don't sleep, there should be no hate, why always say goodbye? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past.
I hope that people will live for a long time and have a good scenery! 4 Yong Yule Su Shi Pengcheng stayed at the Yanzilou overnight, which is what he dreamed of. The bright moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite.
Jumping fish in a curved harbor, lotus dew in a round place, but not alone. On the three drums, one leaf is loud and the dark dream cloud is broken.
The night is boundless, and I can't find a place. I feel that I have traveled all over the small garden. Tired of tourists from the ends of the earth, I returned to my home in the mountains and looked at my hometown.
The swallow house is empty, where there is beauty, the swallow in the empty lock house. Ancient and modern dreams, but there are old joys and new grievances.
At different times, the night view of the Huang family is a sigh of Yu Hao. 5 Too often lead Xin Qiji to build a healthy mid-autumn night, and give Lu a round of autumn shadows into golden waves, flying mirrors and grinding again.
Asked about Heng E wine, was cheated by white hair! Take the wind, go up to Wan Li and look down at the mountains and rivers. Going to Guangxi, human nature is clearer! 6 Yulan soothes Xin Qiji's drinking in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and he will have a Dan. The guest said that the previous poems have given the bright moon, but not the bright moon, because he used the "Tian Wen" style.
Cherish this evening and the moon, where to wander? There is another world. I'll meet you there, East of Light and Shadow. Is it sweat all over the sky, but Changfeng and Hao Hao send Mid-Autumn Festival? It is like a mirror that flies to the sky, but it won't fall off. Who tied it with an invisible long rope? Chang 'e in the Moon Palace is still unmarried. Who kept her? I heard that the moon swam across the bottom of the sea, but I can't see why. This is an unpredictable thing, but also a worrying and terrible thing.
I'm afraid that the whale in the sea will hit the Jade Palace and Qionglou in the Moon Palace. So the frog can take a bath and ask Yunhe and Yutu to solve the ups and downs. If all this is safe, why does it gradually become a link? Drinking the bright moon alone Li Bai from from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone. No one is with me.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
On August 15th, Du Fu of jathyapple looked at the moon and flew to the mirror, returning to his heart to fold his sword. Turn the tent and travel far, climb the laurel and ascend to heaven.
The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers. At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumnal equinox.
Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian's atrium, crows inhabiting Bai Shu, and silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng. I don't know who will fall in Qiu Si! Wang Changling, lying on the high seat in the south study, we opened the curtain-we saw the rising moon.
The clear water-flowing wood flows like waves on our windows and doors. Time flies, calmly, beyond our wisdom, and the old and the new alternate.
Our chosen person, our friend, is singing, perhaps, a sad oriental song by the clear river. A thousand miles away, there is a smell of orchids coming with the wind.
In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
Mid-Autumn full moon, cloudless wet clothes, stars pour out the rules. Lin Dong doesn't interfere with getting up gradually, and seeing the road all over the world.
Can also clearly sing the spirit of Hao, willing to teach the dark to take Dan Zhi. Poor Guan Ye Shan Juanying, waiting for five residual wines.
Guan Shanyue Li Bai Mingyue rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.
The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
Thinking about Li Bai at night, the foot of the bed is so bright, will it have frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
On a willow moonlit night, the moonlight is deeper than that of half a family, and the Big Dipper languishes in the south. Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.
The sound of mica screen in Changshang is dark and the long river is sinking. Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.
Du Fu, a wanderer, heard the drums that predicted the battle. It was the first call of autumn, a wild goose from the border. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
Looking at the moon, I think of a distant moon in Zhang Jiuling, which is now at sea and the horizon is * * * at this time. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. In "Frost Moon", Li Shangyin first heard that there was no cicada, and a hundred feet of water met the sky.
Su E, a young woman, is cold-resistant, fighting with frost in the middle of the month, dreaming of Meng Haoran in the autumn night, hanging under the moon in the autumn sky, and her luster is wet. The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in.
The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent. What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand.
Mid-Autumn Festival in Lu Guimeng and other months, first frost lost late, the wind is like a good season. The curtain leans against the tree, feeling infinite, and the candle is faint and fragrant.
I like to listen to the northern sheng sound, and gradually see the southern star fans. Who is the coolpad of the school and wants to reduce the first round and noon?
Zhuang Ni's Mid-Autumn Festival is too thin to ask words, and the narrow clothes and autumn are already cold. The child is full of memories and it is difficult to walk.
Dew entered the hut, and the sound of streams and stone beaches was loud. The moon came in the mountains at night, and I didn't see it until dawn.
On the night of August 15, Liu Yuxi saw the moon in the dust of Taoyuan, and his feelings were between the fairy houses in the clear autumn. Long and cold, standing on the highest mountain at this time.
Blue is nothing but Feng Yun, and Songshan grows in the water. A group of people are moving leisurely, and Gogoing is thousands of miles away.
Shao Jun led me to the jade altar and invited the real fairy officer to come from afar. Cloud * (left car right car) moves under the starry sky, the sky is happy and the bones are cold.
Jin Xin gradually moved eastward, and the shadow of the wheel still rose. It is difficult to get back together when it is absolutely beautiful, and he should be disappointed on this day.
In the Mid-Autumn Moon, Yan Shu turned to court in ten rounds, and tonight she took people to the corner alone. Su E may have no regrets, but Yuchan is lonely and lonely.
In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
Looking at the moon in the pavilion on the night of August 15th, Bai Juyi, on the night of August 15th the year before last, beside the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool. On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall.
Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast. Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual.
On the night of August 15th, there was a full moon in Tianzhu Temple, Pi Rixiu and laurel seeds, and new discoveries were made in front of the temple. So far, the sky doesn't exist, but Chang 'e should be thrown to people.
Look at the moon and children in Mid-Autumn Festival. Su Shi's bright moon is not high in the mountains, but red in thousands of feet. A cup of silver is not full, and the clouds are scattered.
Those who wash God's eyes should welcome the water from Fermin River. Then I will be indifferent to people in the world, just like I am sorry for Zhan Ran.
Mars in the southwest is like a projectile. Its horns and tail are bright and pale. Not tonight, but even fireflies are fighting for the cold.
Who was rowing yesterday? This is a thousand days and nights. The twists and turns have no intention of chasing the waves, and they bow their heads to sacrifice with the song board.
Did Bo * (left wind and right wind) return before the green fluorescence disappeared and turned to the mountain? The bright moon is easy to fall and disperse, and it calls for wine when it comes back.
2. What are the poems about "melancholy"? 1. Climbing Liuzhou Tower (Liu Zongyuan)
On the tower at the end of this town, the wilderness began, and our desire reached as far as the ocean or the sky.
The hibiscus flowers beside the moat are swaying in the sudden wind, and the oblique rain is beating the vines on the wall.
We can't see anything beyond 300 miles, except vague Woods and mountains, and there are nine rivers winding in our stomachs.
* * * Come to Baiyue tattoo, don't even want a letter, let's keep in touch with home!
2. Seven Wounded Poems (Cao Zhi)
The moon shines on the tall buildings, and the lights upstairs are swaying.
There is a sad woman sighing upstairs.
Who is the sigh upstairs? Yun is his son's wife.
My husband has been away for more than ten years, and he is often timid alone.
My husband is like dust on the road, like mud in dirty water.
Floating dust and mud are different, when can we meet harmoniously?
Yes, I want to turn into a southwest wind and disappear into my husband's arms!
My husband's heart is no longer open to me. What can I rely on?
3. Flute under the Moon (zhangyan)
A person wandering in the mountains, the door leaves, melancholy, because there is a feeling of moving away. At that time, I lived in a Yushan house in the east of Ningbo.
Wan Li is a lonely cloud, drifting away, so where should we go? In the cold window dream, I still remember the old road. There are not many willows in Lianchang. The first is the ugly night rain. When you are shocked and sad, look at the candle shadow. Who are you talking about?
Zhang Xu, where are you going? Half-broken, broken bridge gull heron. Tired of traveling to the ends of the earth, I have a heart at this time. I only worry about crying in Xizhou and ask if Du Qu is here. I'm afraid of green sleeves and cold weather, but I still rely on plum trees.
4. Quasi-hard to go (Bao Zhao)
Didn't you see when the birds arrived first in spring?
Herbs contain green flowers.
When the cold wind blows.
How long will it last?
The sun and the moon flow together.
Makes me sad and resentful.
5. West Wind (Chen)
The west wind blows sawdust, and Wan Li is cool.
Don't worry about clouds, they just fly all day.
Dreams become white when they are broken, and poetry becomes a leaf.
I don't know if the Lord abandons me and goes out to dry the countryside.
3. Ask for an ancient poem describing melancholy. Drunk flowers and fog make the clouds sad forever, and the golden beast is refreshed.
Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves.
Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju. In the southern song, the stars turn and the curtain on earth hangs.
Liangsheng's pillow was covered with tears. He took off his clothes and asked, What is night? The emerald lotus is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are thin. Old weather and old clothes, only feel different, hometown! Complain about the boundless wind on the Sun Lake, the autumn dusk, and the red fragrance.
Water, mountains and mountains are close to each other, inexhaustible, and infinite. Lotus seeds become old lotus leaves, green dew washing, apple flowers and plants.
The heron sleeping in Sha Ou didn't look back. It seemed annoying, but people came back early. Partridges rustling and locking windows are cold, and phoenix trees must hate frost at night.
Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken. Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate.
It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative. The partridge is dark, the corpus luteum is soft, the affection is far away, and only the fragrance is left. Why light dark red? It's a first-class flower Plum envy, chrysanthemum should be ashamed, draw a column mid-autumn festival crown. Poets can be ruthless, but why didn't they receive it in those years? Jade Pagoda Red Plum Crisp Would You Like to Break Qiongya and Explore the South Branch? I don't know how long I have borrowed it, but I see it is infinite.
The Taoist priest is haggard, bored and unhappy at the bottom of the spring window. If you want to look down on it, come and rest. It may not be that there was no wind in the Ming Dynasty.
When Xiaoshan Spring arrived in Nagato, the spring grass was green, and some red plums were broken, but they were not blooming evenly. Take out the buttered tea in the cage, and the broken jade is crystal clear. I want to keep the morning dream, take a sip and surprise a cup of spring.
Many doors are set off one by one, and the sparse curtains reveal faint shadows. What a beautiful night. For the third time in two years, I am worthy. Come back and say that I want to have a good taste of the warm spring.
Linjiang Fairy Garden is deep, the fog pavilion often covers the cloud window, the plum calyx at the willow tip is gradually bright, and the spring returns to Liling Tree, making people old and healthy. I have a lot of feelings about the moon and singing about the wind. Now that I am old, I have accomplished nothing. Who is more miserable and haggard? I'm bored trying on the lamp, and I'm not in the mood to walk through the snow.
Linjiang Xianmeiyuan is a little deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion in the Spring Festival Evening are gaunt and damaging to everyone. Just dream at night. It should be Nanzhi.
Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing. Who knows that the fragrance is blown out and the warm wind comes late, so don't let the apricot flowers get fat.
Butterfly lovers is warm, sunny and windy, full of plum blossoms and full of spring. Who is in love with wine and poetry? Tears melt the powder and flowers are heavy.
At first glance, I tried to sew the shirt with gold thread. The pillow was oblique, which broke the hairpin and the phoenix. With deep sadness alone and snuff at night, there is no good dream.
My sister was sent to Liangzhu Changle Pavilion, wet with tears and singing all over Qian Qian. The humanities mountain is long and the water is broken, and the rain is raining and lonely.
Farewell to the injury, never forget to leave, the wine is deep and the wine is shallow, so you can pass the book over the geese, and the east is far from Penglai. Butterfly lovers once told his relatives to stay up all night, having a little joy, dreaming of Chang 'an and knowing Chang 'an Road.
In order to report good spring scenery this year, the flowers and the moon should be photographed together. Although the casual cups and plates are sloppy, the wine is delicious and sour, which makes people pregnant.
Don't laugh when you are drunk, the poor are like spring. A piece of plum, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade autumn.
Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. Fishermen proudly welcome the clouds, and the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance; It's as if the dream soul belongs to the emperor, and I smell the sky and ask where I belong.
I report that the road is long and there are amazing sentences in learning poetry; 90,000 Li Fengpeng lifts, the wind stops, Pengzhou blows away the three mountains. Fishermen are proud of the snow and know that spring is coming. Cold plums are dotted with Qiongzhi, and the fragrant noodles are half open. In court, Jade Man bathed in new makeup.
Nature may have done it on purpose, so the moon is taught exquisitely. * * * bounty honor green ant, don't get drunk. This flower is inferior to the flowers in the group.
Minus the word magnolia to sell flowers and buy a spring flower. Tears are lightly dyed evenly, and rosy clouds are exposed.
Afraid lang guessed that a slave's face was not as good as a flower's. The clouds are slanting, and I want to teach Lang Biguan.
Swiss partridges and ginkgo biloba are not very graceful. You can be a slave first and then respect them. Who pities the Jianghu? Jade bone's ice muscles don't want to wither.
Who taught you to pick a branch? It's too real to be drunk in Ming Di. The layman is really interested in breaking up and wants to sing two new flavors.
The courtyard of Niannujiao Chun Qing is very depressed, and it is raining in Mao Mao, so the heavy door must be closed. Fondling willow flowers to eat cold food, all kinds of nasty weather.
Writing a poem is a leisurely taste. When you spend too much money, it's hard to get rid of a thousand worries.
It was chilly in the spring for a few days upstairs, and curtains were hung on all sides. The jade fence was dry and careless. Dream Leng Xiang's new dream. Go to sleep and don't be sad.
The morning dew is clear, and the new tung is introduced at the beginning, which is more or less spring! The sky is crisp and the smoke is rolling. Is it sunny today? .
4. Poems describing melancholy will die in troubled times, and Wen Da is not required to be a vassal. ("Zhuge Liang's Model")
Wealth can't be lewd, poverty can't be moved, and power can't be bent. (Mencius)
Don't be afraid of being smashed to pieces, leaving innocence in the world. (Yu Qian's Ode to Lime)
Not cold, not awake, not quiet, not far away. (Zhuge Liang)
A gentleman would rather die than surrender. (Li Baiyao)
If you don't touch the mud, you won't be evil. (Zhou Dunyi's On Ailian)
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea. (Li Bai)
Don't rejoice in things, don't grieve for yourself. (Fan Zhongyan's "Yueyang Tower")
Don't bend over for five bushels of rice. (Tao Yuanming)
Don't worry about poverty, don't seek wealth. (Tao Yuanming's Biography of Mr. Wuliu)
5. When was the ancient poem "Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon" reflecting melancholy? Author: Li Yu, when is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past?
The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the bright moon. Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them.
How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward. The 20th day of the first month of Jiang Chengzi Mao Yimeng: Su Shi lived and died for ten years, but he never thought of it, so he never forgot it.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka. Untitled time was earlier than before I met her, and it was longer than after we parted. Author: Li Shangyin was earlier than before I met her, and it was longer than after we parted.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . A note to a friend in the north on a rainy night Author: Jun Li Shangyin asked that the return date had not arrived, and the pool rose late in the autumn rain.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. A piece of plum, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade and long autumn author: Li Qingzhao, fragrant residual jade and long autumn with red lotus root.
Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. Looking at the moon, thinking of people far away Author: Zhang Jiuling Moon, now full of the sea, Tianya * * * at this time.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. Three, five, seven words/autumn wind Lyrics Author: Li Bai autumn wind is clear, autumn moon is bright, fallen leaves gather and disperse, and west Western jackdaw is amazed.
The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. Friends are looking forward to meeting, but I don't know where. At this time, on such a night, it is difficult to miss each other. When you enter the door of lovesickness, you will know the suffering of lovesickness. Eternal love, eternal memories, and short-term lovesickness have no end.
If I had known that acacia was tied in my heart like this, it would not be like you didn't know.
6. Use four words to describe melancholy poems:
1, our desire is as far as the ocean and the sky.
the Tang Dynasty
liu zongyuan
"Climb the Liuzhou Tower and send Zhang Tingfeng to four states"
2. Who should I sue if I'm worried?
Han/Han/Chinese/human
Han Anonymous
Nineteen ancient poems
3. Worried about going out to cry
Han/Han/Chinese/human
Han Anonymous
Southeast Fly the Peacocks; The Peacock Flies Southeast
4. Trouble is hard to count
Han/Han/Chinese/human
Qin Jia
Poems for women
5. Women with anxiety in the world
Jin Wei
Cao zhi
Seven-wound poem
6. Worry comes suddenly.
Southern and Northern Dynasties
Zhao Bao
Quasi-it's hard to go
7, will be arrogant and worried.
the Tang Dynasty
Du Fu
Five songs of the post fortress
8. A sad spring is near the shear wave.
Song dynasty; surname
Yan Dao Ji
Huanxisha
9. Think of spring instead of spring.
the Tang Dynasty
Du shenyan
Beijing in spring has a mind.
10, worried about Hu Huanxi
the Tang Dynasty
Du Fu
Three locks of Xida Hangsuo
1 1. Sadness makes people indifferent.
the Tang Dynasty
Du Mu
crane
12, sad thoughts are like clouds.
Song dynasty; surname
Duanshi
"after the waves, after the contract"
13, sad spring near shear wave
Song dynasty; surname
Yan Dao Ji
Huanxisha
14, sad spring near shear wave
Song dynasty; surname
Huang tingjian
Huanxisha
7. There are ten famous sayings about melancholy, such as ancient poems, indicating the source and author. Try to write 1, but since the water is still flowing, although we cut it as short as possible with our swords, we raise our glasses to drown our sorrows. -Tang Li Bai > 2. How much trouble can you have? Just like a river flowing eastward-Nantang. Li Yu > 3, white hair and three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard-Tang Libai > 4. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. -Tang Wang Jian > 6. It's sad to keep cutting and be confused. Especially the general taste is in my heart-Li Yu > 7. Mochow has no bosom friend in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows a gentleman-Tang Gaoshi > 8. The bright moon shines on tall buildings, and the time is falling. A woman who worries about the world has more worries than worries.
Cao Zhi's Seven Wounded Poems. Crows inhabit Bai Shu in the atrium, and osmanthus fragrans inhabit Coody Leng. Tonight, people are looking forward to it. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si? -Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights" 10, ten rounds of frost shadows turn to court, and tonight is a lonely corner.
Su E may have no regrets, but Yuchan is lonely and lonely. -Yan Shu's Mid-Autumn Festival Full Moon.