1, Mid-Autumn Poetry: The most affectionate Mid-Autumn Poetry-Moonlit Night (Don Du Fu).
In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.
For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.
When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
Appreciation: I was clearly in Chang 'an, looking at the moon and thinking of my relatives in Zhangzhou (now Fuxian County, Shaanxi Province). But the poem does the opposite, only writing that his wife "watches the moonlight alone in Zhangzhou" and "remembers Chang 'an". This way of thinking from the other side shows the sincere feelings of the family and is often used for reference by future generations.
2. Mid-Autumn Poetry: The Loneliest Mid-Autumn Poetry-"Looking at the Bright Moon at Fifteen Nights" (Don Wang Jian).
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
Appreciation: This poem first describes the moonlight in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and then describes looking at the moon and thinking about people, showing a lonely, deserted and quiet picture of the Mid-Autumn Festival night. Start with the scenery and end with lyricism. Imagine the beauty and charm.
3. Mid-Autumn Poetry: The most advanced Mid-Autumn Poetry-Midnight Wu Ge Qiu Ge (Don Li Bai).
There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there.
The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.
When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?
Appreciation: Midnight Wu Ge has four songs: Haruka, Summer Song, Qiu Ge and Winter Song. This song, Qiu Ge, is about the story of a recruiter's wife and her husband ("lover") exploring the frontier in the autumn night. Although love is not written directly, every word is filled with sincere affection.
There are many works by Li Bai describing the moon: "I don't know the moon when I was young, so I called it a white jade plate", "Until I raised my cup, I asked the moon and brought my shadow to me, making the three of us", "The moon rose from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds", "Looking up, I found it was moonlight and sank back", "I suddenly remembered home. Of course, most of them are not about Mid-Autumn Festival.
4. Mid-Autumn Poetry: The most vigorous Mid-Autumn Poetry-Looking at the Moon Philip Burkart (Don Zhang Jiuling).
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.
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.
Appreciation: Zhang Jiuling was a famous figure in Tang Dynasty. He was rejected by the treacherous court official and relegated to Jingzhou. He wrote this poem when he missed the Mid-Autumn Festival in the distance. The artistic conception of the poem is broad and vigorous, but it is also sincere, especially the first two sentences have long been famous all over the world
5. Mid-Autumn Poetry: The coldest Mid-Autumn Poetry-"Looking at the Moon on the Pavilion on the 15th of August" (Tang Bai Juyi).
On the evening of August 15 last year, next to 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.
Appreciation: the moon is still the moon of the past, but the place is not the place of previous years. Naturally, the people around you are no longer the people of previous years. Being demoted to Songpu, things have changed, my hometown is gone, and I am very lonely. Poetry is extremely cold, and sorrow is invisible.
6. Mid-Autumn Poetry: The most magnificent Mid-Autumn Poetry-Nian Nujiao Crossing the Dongting Lake (Xiaoxiang, Zhang Song).
On the occasion of the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is not a breath of wind on the grass in Dongting Lake. Jade Sword Qiongtian covers 30,000 hectares and gives me a boat. The bright moon is in the sky, and the shadow of the Ming River is clear both inside and outside. The bright moon and the bright galaxy reflect their posture in this vast jade scene, and the water surface is bright and clear.
Experience the emptiness of everything, but I don't know how to go out and encourage you. Short hair, small sleeves, cold, steady and wide. Now, I am wearing cold hair and clothes, drifting quietly in this boundless pale sea. I wonder what night it will be.
Appreciation: Wan Li is blue sky, the water waves are quiet, the moonlight shines on the lake, and the whole world is clear. Boating on the lake, taking the water of the Yangtze River as wine and the Big Dipper as wine glasses, and then inviting the stars in the sky as guests to drink with me. In this case, there is no heaven and earth, and I don't know what will happen tonight. This kind of grandeur and lofty sentiments is hard to see in Song Ci.