Poetry describing the winter moon

"Early Winter in Penpu"

Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi

It is the winter moon in Xunyang, and the vegetation has not completely declined.

Only arriving at Chang'an Road, in the cool breeze of August.

The sun is pouring water into the west, and I am reciting old poems alone.

The polygonum flowers are beginning to fall off, and the cattail leaves are slightly separated.

But thinking about it in the city is so different from Qujiangchi.

"The Sixth Chapter of Ancient Times"

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Li Bai

The sky and the earth are closed at the speed of transportation, and the wind is covered with flying frost.

A hundred grasses die in the winter moon, and six dragons decay in the western wilderness.

The sky is shining brightly in the east, and comets are shining brightly.

Mandarin ducks are not flying birds, so why are they soaring to the south?

But in the past, eagles and dogs were now lords and kings.

When you get water, you become a dragon, and when you fight for a pond, you become a phoenix.

Don’t drink wine in the Beidou, and the sky in the South is fluttering.

"He Xiyu climbed to the south side of the city to look at Jingyi"

Era: Tang Author: Yuan Lang

Erhua was connected to the roadside, and Jiulong unified Jinfang. Ao area is called wealth and honor, and it is good at risk and strength.

The dragon flies over the Ba River, and the phoenix gathers in the sun of Qishan Mountain. Shen Gao has many auspicious signs, and there are kings throughout the generations.

I have a spiritual life, and I want to live in my home. Chen lives in a small country, and builds a country with a capital of heaven.

Xuanfeng Ye Lishu, Deze soaked in the district. When we are awake and drunk, we all support each other, and sing songs to follow the Holy Lord.

Climbing south to the shore of Shaoling, we also looked into the emperor's city. The imperial city is so lush and beautiful, so lush and beautiful.

The golden phoenix is ??in the beautiful view, and the title is the Open Orchid Palace. The complex road connects the east and west, and connects the north and south of the intersection.

The front hall of the Ten Thousand Kingdoms Dynasty, the public discussion room. The chirping pendants carry the morning breeze, and the cicadas shine toward the sun.

The banquet in Bailiang has just begun, but the joy of thousands of bells has not yet ended. The end arch is on the rock corridor, and the wise people listen to the harp and harp.

Thousands of pheasants are meandering, and thousands of Lubu are hidden. Flying roosters are sandwiched between Yugou, and Qutai is on the road.

There are songs and bells ringing everywhere, and Khotan’s carriages and horses are noisy. Between the long catalpa trees at sunset, we look at each other affectionately.

It is the winter season, and it is cold and dark. Shocking winds gathered in all directions, and flying snow returned thousands of miles away.

Fox whites climb the temple corridors, and cow clothes come out of grass. I know Han Changru, he will become ashes again.

"Rain in the South of the Yangtze River"

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Zhang Ding

The sky in the river is not very cold, but the winter rain still falls. When I leave home, I listen to my worries and let the wind scatter my guest's clothes.

The soul of the traveler is frightened, and the faith of the hometown is weak. It should be sunny in a few days, and the boat is alone and wants to return.