the moon
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Thoughts on a Quiet Night
Tang Li Bai
so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?.
lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.
Playing with the Moon on the 15th of August
Don Liu Yuxi
Tomorrow, the moon will be washed again.
the summer is over, and the autumn is clear.
the stars shine, and the wind shines brilliantly.
it can change the world, and youran is the jade capital.
looking at the moon and thinking of one far away
Don Zhang Jiuling
the moon, grown full now over the sea, Tianya * * * At this time.
brings to separated hearts, the long thoughtfulness of night.
it is no darker though I blow out my candle, it is no warmer though I put on my coat.
so I leave my message with the moon, and turn to my bed, hoping for dreams.
Wang Changling
lying on a high seat in the south study, we have lifted the curtain-and we see the rising moon.
brighten with pure light the water and the grove, and flow like a wave on our window and our door.
it will move through the cycle, full moon and then crescent again, calmly, beyond our wisdom, altering new to old.
our chosen one, our friend, is now by a limpid river, singing, perhaps, a plaintive eastern song.
he is far, far away from us, three hundred miles away, and yet a breath of orchids comes along the wind.
drinking Alone with the Moon's Poems on Mid-Autumn Festival
Li Bai
from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drank alone. There was no one with me.
till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, to bring me my shadow and make us three.
alas, the moon was unable to drink, and my shadow tagged me vacantly;.
but still for a while I had these friends, to cheer me through the end of spring.
I sang. The moon encouraged me, I have a lot of dancing shadows.
have sex when you wake up, and evacuate when you are drunk.
shall goodwill ever be secure?, I watch the long road of the River of Stars.
the moon's five-character quatrain 2
1. When the moon comes out, it surprises the mountain birds, and when it rings in the spring stream. (Wang Wei: Bird's Singing Stream)
2. how wide the world was, how close the trees to heaven, and how clear in the water the nearness of the moon!.
3. moonlight in its groves of pine, stones of crystal in its brooks. (Wang Wei: Living in a Mountain in Autumn)
4. high in the faint moonlight, wildgeese are soaring, tartar chieftains are fleeing through the dark. (Lu Lun: The Song of the Plug)
5. till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, to bring me my shadow and make us three. (Li Bai: drinking Alone with the Moon)
6. When I was young, I didn't know the moon, so I called it Bai Yupan. (Li Bai: A Journey to the Moon by Gulang)
7. too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon. (Wang Wei: Zhuli Hall)
The Moon's Poem is a quatrain of five words. 3
he knows that the dews tonight will be frost, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!. Du Fu
heaven's ten thousand windows are twinkling, and nine cloud-terraces are gleaming in the moonlight. Du fu
in the morning, he began to manage the waste and filth, and brought home the lotus with him. Tao Yuanming
went to the west wing alone without a word, and the moon was like a hook. Li Yu
lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home. Li Bai
the moon is lifted like a mirror, sea-clouds gleam like palaces. Li Bai
till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, to bring me my shadow and make us three. Li Bai
a slip of the moon hangs over the capital, ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding. Li Bai
the bright moon lifts from the Mountain of Heaven, in an infinite haze of cloud and sea. Li Bai
drunk with the moon, a sage of dreams, flower- bewitched, you are deaf to the Emperor. Li Bai
behind her closed casement, why is she still waiting, watching through its crystal pane the glow of the autumn moon?. Li Bai
a wind from the pine-trees blows my sash, and my lute is bright with the mountain moon. Wang Wei
too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon. Wang Wei
moonlight in its groves of pine, stones of crystal in its brooks. Wang Wei
marsh-lands are swollen wide with the moon, while torrents are bent to the mountains' will. Ma Dai
high in the faint moonlight, wildgeese are soaring, tartar chieftains are fleeing through the dark. Lu Lun