A beautiful poem about the bright moon modern 1. Who has a beautiful poem about the moon?
Countless times looking forward to the moon, looking forward to that round, dreaming of beautifying my same year.
Expectation rises from here, and life rises from here. Hundreds of fantasies, thousands of miles of wind and frost.
A story with a string of tears, bitterness, comfort and laughter. Embrace the aura and Xiaomi in Huang Chengcheng, look at ten thousand buildings, and suddenly get up.
Refuse to change the position of the train and face the wind and harmony of the times. Often to the moon, but to the moon, cautious and melancholy.
Moon, near, look up and ask you. Month, distant, that distant place, relatives, friends, friends ... a glass of wine, for a long time, before falling asleep.
Night dreams always show the past. The voice and smile are always so clear, holding familiar hands and always leaving gently.
There are a few more lines on the case, written in tears. Many famous sentences remain in a corner of the library, and middle-aged men and women are browsing. When they were in tears, the clock indicated that light-yin-passed.
The moon palace is far away and always so beautiful. Crystal clear, big and palace.
In the moon palace, the goddess Chang 'e wore the clothes of the moon without rouge and showed it to the world for five thousand years. Lonely Chang 'e has smooth sleeves, beautiful emptiness, beautiful vastness and beautiful Yining.
Sprinkle it on the mysteries and thoughts of the world, and let mankind revel in moonlight and tryst. Under the moon, the elderly comfort young men and women, and the world is more beautiful.
In the autumn wind, Pinyue hangs in the sky of Na Yue, and it seems to be shaking, and it is shaking more and more. Suddenly, it fell down and landed in my cup. The round and transparent moon is rolling in the cup.
Suddenly, the light was shining and the room was red. This light kept spreading around until it spread to the whole sky and the whole universe ... I woke up from my dream and looked out of the window. It was a crescent moon embedded in the dark blue night sky.
I want to take it off, but I have to wait until tomorrow. On that day, the sunset wrapped in a heat wave left me, and the coolness just strolled from the east. I couldn't help taking the tea out and sitting in the yard for a while, slowly enjoying the cool tea fragrance.
The moon on my head is falling in my cup, with hair tips and tender leaves, slightly rippling and fragrant. Take a deep breath, and the fragrance will run through the whole stomach, then infiltrate into the heart, and then transmit to the ends of every nerve. It's refreshing. It's wonderful! Since then, I love tea, and I love tea in the middle of the month.
It's time to explore the moon1July 2, 9691.Humans kissed the moon and left Amster's footprint. However, he didn't go to Chang 'e or visit WU GANG.
Although he floated in the moon palace, he picked up the dust that had not floated for hundreds of millions of years. Just, plug in the sign that human beings are coming.
The mystery of the moon has dropped by a thousand times, and it remains mysterious. Who will visit the Moon Palace again, meet WU GANG and the goddess Chang 'e, and explore the unexplored secrets? It must be Chang 'e, not you and not me.
Hold flowers for Chang 'e and raise a glass to drink with WU GANG. Yes, a dream of 5,000 years.
When the moon is full again, video chat with distant friends and friends, so there will be no sadness and no need to miss them; Another Mid-Autumn Festival night, I will hold the moon and tell a mysterious but not old story. Let's drink to the times! What a confused age! What a romantic dream! If one day you and I can't be reincarnated, we will meet again in this dusk and wait patiently and stubbornly for the unfulfilled moon. Isn't that a very good scenery-Linjiang solo dance reflects the graceful figure of the moon, swaying gently, soft as a cloud, elegant as the wind? Slender arms, slowly overlapping, as quiet as the bright moon and as soft as fine sand.
With a touch of shyness, I was intoxicated with the bright moon peeping through the probe, and my blush stained the sunset glow on the river. The blossoming waves, embellished by a beautiful long skirt, turn into wonderful and light animations, attracting waterfowl that have stopped falling branches, flapping their wings, hovering by the river, wandering around that delicate figure and singing softly.
Waterbirds pluck their softest feathers and quietly pin them on tall hair. The bright moon combed the layers of halo and reflected on the river. The bonfire in the distance, looking at the blue sky by the river, in the distance, slender fingers hold the bright moon on the shore, flowing like running water, flowing ... are the broken flowers on her skirt dancing? Or is her bright water flowing? Black hair, tied with a long red ribbon, ribbon dancing in the wind.
Soft black hair, drawing a slender arc in the wind, connects the bright moon with the green water. There is no gap, no boundary. The moon is in the water, and the water is in the middle of the month, inseparable, like a tree with branches connected, snuggling and hugging, with no insurmountable distance and no sudden hesitation. Bright water eyes penetrate the moon's blur. Look at these pure eyes. They are as transparent and clear as water, leaving a round outline of the moon, such as thin silk, embroidered with dexterous hands, so the moon flashes in the water, making the night more focused and calm.
I hope that when she dances lightly, the red ribbon will spontaneously fall off, secretly weave into a butterfly, fly in the bright moon, stop in the truest gaze, and freeze into an indelible memory. How eager, when she swings, a strand of long hair falls softly on her palm, quietly woven into colorful splendor, and every stitch has a slow dance.
Just like the clear water on this river, it is sparkling and soft as sand in the bright moonlight. Perhaps, it was the gaze between consternation that stopped the hurried steps; Perhaps, the slightly raised arch eyebrows are laughing, which will stop the flustered sight; Perhaps, it is a kind of soft voice like a warbler. After many years of reincarnation, I still miss that exhortation.
Secretly follow behind the bright moon, enjoy the solo dance by the river and indulge in the soft warmth. Inch by inch, step by step, surrounded, like a stove in the cold, slowly warming the cold body; A little bit, a little bit, scattered, like water drops dripping from the eaves, slowly wiping the dusty window lattice.
The hissing flame burns like a bonfire overlooking the river, and the soft red lights up the dark night; The dripping water is as dense as a curtain and as deep as a bead curtain hanging in the room, and the tinkling sound soothes the eyebrows in a shallow sleep. How I long to put this gentle figure at the ends of the earth and look far away.
Like, follow her to draw circles on the rock wall of Tianya. Inside and outside the circle are curling smoke, sweet sunset, blue sea water and quiet moon. Didi sweat.
2. Modern ancient moon poems
The Moon in Poetry
1. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosted already? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking")
2. How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven and how close the moon is to the water! . (Meng Haoran: "Jiande River Sleeping at Night")
3. Moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream. (Wang Wei: "Autumn in a Mountain Residence")
4. In the dim moonlight, wild geese are soaring, and the leader of the Tatars is fleeing in the dark. (Lu Lun: "Xia Sai Qu")
5. Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us. (Li Bai: "Drinking the Moon Alone")
6. I don't know the month when I am an hour, which is called Bai Yupan. (Li Bai: Gulangyu)
7. It's so light that no one can hear it except my partner, Mingyue. (Wang Wei: Bamboo House)
8. The moon surprises the birds, and the sound enters the spring stream. (Wang Wei: "Bird Song Stream")
9. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. (Su Shi: "Water tune song? When did the moon begin to appear? )
10. The moon was closed in Qin and the Long March people did not return. (Wang Changling: "Out of the Plug")
Accumulate famous sentences and recite the bright moon:
1, full moon on March 5th, short toad and rabbit on April 5th. Toad rabbit: The moon. Nineteen ancient poems? Meng Dong is very cold. "
2, the bright moon shines on tall buildings, and the time is wandering. Three kingdoms Wei? Cao Zhi's "elegy"
3, the moon is suspicious of the night, Lin Ruliang Spring and Autumn Southern Dynasties? Geng Shouwu's Wind and Ye Chun Ling Ying
4. The bright moon hides tall trees, but the long river doesn't know the Tang Dynasty? Chen Ziang's Farewell to Friends on a Spring Night
5, the moon, now full of the sea, at this time of Tianya * * * Tang? Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Thinking about the Distance"
Although I blew out the candle, it didn't get dark, and although I put on my coat, it didn't get warm? Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Thinking about the Distance"
7. Go with the flow for thousands of miles, where is Chunjiang without a moon? Zhang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River"
8. Jiang Tian is clean, and the lonely moon wheel in the sky is Tang? Zhang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River"
9. When will the bright moon surprise tits, and when will spring be in the middle of Tang Dynasty? Wangwei's Bird Watching Creek
10, Baiyun Li Qian Wan Li, Yue Ming moved to Xihou Xitang? Liu Changqing's Farewell to Liang Geng in Tiaoxi.
1 1, the moon is high in the sky, and the sea of clouds is boundless. Li Bai's Guan Shanyue
12, a bright moon hangs high in the capital, and ten thousand hammers hit the Tang Dynasty? Li Bai's Four Midnight Wu Ge
13, the moonlight is intoxicating, and the mountain flowers are burning in the Tang Dynasty? Li Bai's "Send Wei Nanling Ice, visit it on a whim in yujiang county County, meet Yan Shangshu, and smile with this gift"
14, the white clouds are still scattered, whose Tang is the bright moon? Li Bai's Two Memories of Shandong
15, people can't climb the moon, but they follow the moon. Li Bai's "Drink Poison to Quench Thirst"
16, people don't watch Gu Yue today, but they took photos of the ancient people in the Tang Dynasty this month? Li Bai's "Drink Poison to Quench Thirst"
17, Zhu (zhuó) In the middle of the month, there should be more Tang Dynasty in Qingguang, right? Du Fu's One Hundred and Fifty Days to the Moon
18, Jiang Yue only walked a few feet, and the lanterns shone at night. Du Fu's "Full of Meaning in the City"
19. Going to Qiu Lai in spring will not be kind to each other. Will the moonlight in the water last long? Cen Can's Song of Giving Water to Send Sinus to Beijing
20. Moonlight adds spring, and reed wind is better than bamboo wind. Tang Jiazhi's "Don't admire Nine Brothers"
2 1. On the third night in September, dew looks like real pearls and bows. Don Bai Juyi's Ode to Mujiang
22. The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river. Tang Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
23. The pines are scaly, the mountains are green, and the moon is the pearl in my heart. Tang Bai Juyi's Spring on the Lake
24. Every shadow is because of the moon, and every life is autumn. Don Liu's "Sailing on Autumn Night"
25. The deeper the moonlight, the more half a family, and the Beidou dry south oblique. Moonlit Night by Don Liu
26. At midnight, when I was lying there and couldn't even hear the sound of an insect, the moon in the mountains came into my door with her pure light. Tang Hanyu's Rock
27. Clear clouds are like flocs and crescent moons are like sickles. Post-posting of Dr. Zhou Lang, Eighteen Teaching Assistants by Tang Hanyu.
28. There is a moonlit night on earth, and a rogue is Yangzhou. Ning's memory of Yangzhou
29. The pear flower garden melts the moon, and the catkin pool has a faint wind. The moral of Shu
30. The bright moon is affectionate and walks with people everywhere. Song Zhang Xian's Bodhisattva Man
3 1. Song Zhang Xi 'an, "immortal? Send spring "
32. Bright moon pure pine forest, with thousands of peaks of the same color. Song Ouyang Xiu's Return to Guanghua Temple Step by Step from Bodhi
33. It's a pity that there is a bright moon in a stream. Song Su Shi's Xijiang Moon
34. The moon rises above the East Mountain and lingers among the bullfights. Song Sushi's "A Thousand Red Cliffs Fu"
35. The night in this life is not long. Where will the bright moon look next year? Song Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Moon
36. The bright moon surprises magpies, and the breeze crows at midnight. Song Xin Qi Ji's Xijiang Moon
37. The bright moon is still in love with me and comes to meet apricot flowers at night. Yuan Mei's Spring Miscellaneous Poems in Qing Dynasty
38. Sleepwalking travels a thousand miles in one night, and that night in first frost. Liang Wenmi from Qingpu already lives in Jingkou.
3. Beautiful poems about the bright moon
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'm looking forward to the moon tonight. I don't know who will land 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 night ChanJuan shadow, facing five waiting for residual wine.
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 took me to the jade altar and invited the real fairy officials 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 is even more important to see it when you come back.
The clearer the moonlight in front of the hall, the better, and the cold throat * (the general will get worms) will show grass. Shutters push doors silently, while windows are silent and old.
Du Nan is engaged in shame and poverty, and there are several people who write moon poems. In the Ming dynasty, the personnel were in the same position as the morning glow, and suddenly I dreamed of Yao and Taiwan.
Mid-Autumn Festival, Mifei is poor, Huaihai is wrapped in silver, and Wan Daohong breeds mussels. If there is no labor in the sky, the osmanthus tree will grow long and break the moon.
The moon has how bright, and the moon has how bright. Take care of my bed. I can't sleep at night and wander around in my clothes.
Although the guests are happy, it is better to turn back early. Who should you sue when you leave home alone? Back to my room, tears stained my clothes.
When does Su Shi, the head of water diversion, have a bright moon? Ask about Sky Wine. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time.
I want to go home in the wind, lest it be too cold on the roof. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. There should be no hate, and nothing can be done.
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 people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
Su Shi of Xijiangyue is in Huangzhou, having a night outing in spring. Drinking in a restaurant, getting drunk.
Take the moon to the stream bridge, untie the saddle and bend your arms, lie drunk and rest less. I realized that.
The mountains are crowded and the flowing water is bright, which makes people doubt that it is not human. On the bridge pillar of the book.
According to the wild shallow waves, the sky is faint. I want to get drunk and sleep on the grass.
It's a pity that a romantic wind didn't teach you to crush Qiong Yao. Take off your saddle and rest at Qingyang Bridge, and there will be the sound of spring dawn in Du Yu.
Back to Dong for the Mid-Autumn Festival, please hold a banquet to open the Wen Tianxiang River Festival and bring the original boat to clear the ice; When the moon raises a glass, you will be fragrant and green. Worship the fall of Huaxing, about the floating of the bright moon.
The wind and rain are all over the city, why are you lucky to be near? The picturesque mountains and rivers are still the trip to Chibi in those days. Straw is rewarded, and cloth is distributed in turn.
Manjianghong. Send Xin Qiji to the West Building in the Mid-Autumn Festival, fearing that Yun Zheyue will be released in the sky. But when he called, the jade flute cracked with a loud noise.
Who let curling float in the world, the most pitiful to the husband. Ask Chang 'e, cold and carefree.
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(1) The moon gently paints the earth with a bright, elegant and soft color. The moon rises from the edge of the forest, emitting cold light, making the snow-covered fields extraordinarily white and making people feel even colder. (2) The waning moon is like a hook, leaving a day and a half alone. His weak light is not as good as those bright stars. It must be tired. Sprinkle light on the earth. (3) In a short time, a golden full moon jumped out happily, and the moon jumped up like a light dance step. After a while, it jumped into the sky. Looking up, in the deep blue sky, several stars hold the bright moon, which looks like a noble messenger and stares at the earth with extraordinary temperament and grace. It belongs to the tranquility of the countryside: the night is boundless, the moonlight is like water, the trees are as deep as the shore, the village is like a fishing boat, the lights are like fishing fires caught at night, the clear air, the humidity at night, the boundless nature, the flying fireflies, the occasional baby crying, and the cool heart make the moonlight gentle.
There are more modern poems about the moon.
1, out of chapter
-Author: Bian
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape observer is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
2. "Two moons"
-Xu Zhimo
I see two moons: ordinary and different.
One is in the sky at this time, wearing the clothes of a birdman;
She does not spare her kindness, and her gold and silver are everywhere.
She doesn't forget the glass of the Forbidden City. The Three Seas have her beauty.
She jumped out of the cloud, jumped into the tree and hid in the new green vine.
She is so delicate and beautiful that all the fish under the water are drunk!
But she is not good at all, and always likes to spend money on small things;
Sometimes there are only stars in the sky without that charming round face.
Although I will come back then, I am a little reluctant!
You can't see it, let alone how beautiful it is!
She also has her drunken smile and subtle turn;
She never lets others be generous, but you can't see my garden!
What is precious is her infinite magic, which often brings my spiritual fluctuation to Gao Rui:
I love the surge of silver waves and the silver clock with music in the waves;
Even those ponytail bubbles are better than carved jewels.
A perfect moon, the situation is never incomplete!
As long as I close my eyes, she will ascend to heaven!
3. Tide
-Author: Wang Jiaxin
In the moonlight, the sea is full of love.
The closer the moon is to the earth, the more the sea water stirs.
The layers of tide, ah, rushed to the beach and searched painfully.
The moon blushes, but the sea doesn't.
Gently suck her lips, the sea.
Just from Stream of the Moon, I got a deep inspiration.
The snow-white tide of love rises in rows.
A row fell down again,-so back and forth.
Endless, but close to the moon.
This is impossible, and the sea knows it.
So I silently brought the beautiful image of the moon back to the depths of the sea.
Like a pearl shell, put a grain of sand in it.
Then close it tightly, just for tidal observers.
Leaving an eternal mystery is silence and acquiescence.
4. Mid-Autumn Night
-Author: Shu Ting
August Island Mid-Autumn Festival, the banana shakes and the dragon looks familiar.
I didn't know there were "flowers in the morning and evening", just because I've seen more wind and rain in recent years.
When passion brings ten storms, my heart doesn't know where to anchor.
The road has been chosen, and there is no Bai Yutang.
I have never regretted it. People are prone to sleepwalking in the moonlight.
I long for it and know how to be gentle, so that the blood will not flow like this.
It is obviously not enough to rely on the arrogance of twenty-four, but also to have a solid shoulder.
It takes a pair of hands to lean on a tired head.
The most supportive moment, although I understand
Life should be completely sacrificed, and how much should be left to yourself.
There is a lot of sadness.
5. Silent night
-Author: Guo Moruo
The moonlight is faint, hanging over the pine forest outside the village.
White clouds are gathering and a few sparse stars are leaking out.
Where is Tianhe? The sea fog in the distance is blurred.
Afraid of Jiao Ren on the shore?
6. Modern poems about the Mid-Autumn Moon, preferably love poems.
1. Where the moon rises ◇ Island ◇ The moon rises with the sound of carving back to the nest. Some fish jump out of the blue light and play the piano to interpret ancient legends. Many unknown people's eyes rested on the birch tree, showing wisdom and detachment at night, but casting infinite tenderness at the moon. It was also the window grilles cut by the old ladies who stuck to the window that night that were wrapped in ice flowers and melted in my dream (Sarthou: a place name of Daqing, meaning in Mongolian)
The moonlight fell like a bullet. It hurts people.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is covered with a dark blue coat. Is that my bulletproof vest? People hide in every happy place. They want to visit their hometown overnight.
Mid-Autumn Festival makes people strong. Everyone is eating moon cakes, which are as long as mine.
We were ambushed by the moon. Singing cold and summer, I was black and blue.
3. Mid-Autumn Festival, if it is a parting in my young mind, can I forgive you, just as leaves can forgive the wind and rudeness? Youth can forgive years for erasing her. Crickets no longer make sounds. Pomegranate trees are covered with crimson fruits. The last rain wet the wild roses (they say the roses by the lake are like songs). Will you sit under the moon and listen to me sing? Fly into the mountains, fly over the lake to the full moon. Life is a difficult play. There is no light on the stage around everyone. Without music, what if I sing the song whose name I forgot in a loud voice? The years will continue to separate. The moon is in mid-air, and there will be tidal sounds in the lake. From beginning to end, the moon is full and the moon is light, and the autumn chrysanthemum is bloom. Under the moon, you and I bid farewell to the Mid-Autumn Moon with tears, looking at the hidden footsteps of Xia Yun in the sunset, crossing the ancient legend, a bright lamp illuminating the years, and the lush moonlight accompanying the sky. Look at the bright moon among the stars in the Mid-Autumn Festival. A praying heart rises in a wandering heart. In Taibai Dongpo's dictionary, the dream of the earth stretches on. I decorate Chang 'e's thoughts every night. I indulge my wandering heart on Mid-Autumn Night. I pulled my long-distance love back to my relatives, hid it in my parents' tears, soaked it in my brothers' glasses, and printed it in my lover's heart. -The moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, bright and beautiful, gives people the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, giving people a long-term expectation. It gives people a wonderful and unforgettable time. The quiet moon palace cut off the shuttle rafters and walked with the beautiful Chang 'e in the idyllic scenery of Fairy Palace. The pastoral scenery of the kingdom is fascinating. The diligent Jade Rabbit in the Heavenly Palace pounded medicine to cure the depression and sadness in the world. People walked out of the shadow of anxiety and walked towards the warm golden sunshine. Every year, moonlight is like a spring breeze. They are happy and calm. Far away from the Milky Way, colorful rainbows, golden bridges, cowherd and weaver girl are flying for happiness. Happy life is busy in the sky, the palace is full of singing and dancing, the golden wall is bright, the fairy scenery is beautiful, and people and the Mid-Autumn Festival are happy. Beautiful and bright light, may people have long-term good luck, may happy people have unforgettable Mid-Autumn Festival * * * bathed in beautiful moonlight, the silver moonlight will lift people's peaceful hearts, the moon will be full of moon cakes, the intoxicating fragrance will be crystal clear, the beautiful moon will float for nine days, and the leisurely canoe will carry people's good wishes and hopes for happiness and sail in the boundless sky. The pond is like a deep mirror, reflecting the shadow of the black willow, and the wind is sobbing at the tip of the willow ... Dream on, it's time.
The vast and warm peace seems to be coming from the starry sky. This is a happy moment. Modern poems describing Mid-Autumn Festival in English: Moon, Moon, your beauty haunts my heart, my soul. Oh, your beautiful moon, so close, so bright; Your beauty makes me like a child, crying loudly to have your light: a child who raises his arms and holds you in his arms to keep warm. Although there are birds singing in this night, with snow-white beams across their throats, let me remember them with deep silence, instead of telling their sweet notes: who is worried that their musical failure is greater than your night? Your beauty haunts my soul.
Oh, you wonderful moon, so real and Ming Che. Your beauty made me like the child who cried for your light: the little guy opened his arms and held you in her warm arms.
Although there are birds singing loudly tonight, your white brilliance permeates their voices. I express my feelings with deep silence, which is deeper than the most euphemistic singing: if someone's enthusiasm for you is hard to convey, this person's enthusiasm for you is far better than those nightingales.
7. Modern poems describing the moon
The moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams.
Bian's "Out of Chapter"
I see two moons:
General samples, different stages.
One is in the sky at the moment.
Put on the clothes of an open bird;
She did not spare her kindness,
Her gold and silver are all over the floor.
She didn't forget the glass in the Forbidden City.
Three seas have her beauty.
She jumped out of the clouds and into the tree.
Hiding in the new green vines again.
She is so delicate, so beautiful,
The fish at the bottom of the water is also drunk!
But something's wrong with her,
She always likes to consume small things;
Sometimes there are only stars in the sky,
Without that charming round face,
Although I will come back then,
But this lovesickness is a bit difficult!
What you can't see,
Although not to mention how gorgeous!
She also has a drunken smile,
There is also the exquisiteness of rotation;
She never lets people talk about generosity,
It's a pity that you can't see my garden.
What is precious is her infinite magic,
Often pass my mental wave to Korea:
I like the surge of silver waves,
There are silver bells in the waves accompanied by music;
It's just those ponytail bubbles,
It's better than carving jewels.
A perfect moon,
What's more, it will never be incomplete!
As long as I close my eyes,
She went to heaven!