(1) Master Ye spent the night at the foot of the mountain, waiting for Ding.
(Meng Haoran)
Now that the sun has set, it has crossed the mountains in the west, and one valley after another has become blurred.
Now the cold of the moon and night passes through the pine trees, and my ears are pure because of the sound of wind and water.
A woodcutter got what he wanted, and the birds perched in the silent fog.
However, because of your promise, I am waiting for you, waiting, playing the pipa under the vines on the roadside.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
(Du Fu)
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
Wild trails and clouds are all black, and rivers and boats are bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Foreign night
(Du Fu)
The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast.
The stars tilt down from the empty place, and the moon runs from the upper reaches of the river.
I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! .
Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! .
My retreat in Zhongnanshan
(Wang Wei)
My middle-aged heart found its way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain.
Come and go alone, in beauty, that is everything to me.
I will walk until the river blocks my way, then sit down and look at the rising clouds.
One day I met an old woodcutter, laughing and laughing, and never came back.
Looking at the moon, thinking of a distant one.
(Zhang Jiuling)
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.
Bring a separated heart and long-term consideration at night.
Although I blew out the candles, it didn't get dark, and although I put on my coat, it didn't get warm.
So I left my message to the moon and then turned to my bed, hoping to have a dream.
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(Shen Quanqi)
Against Huanglong City, our army was sent out a long time ago.
The girls here look at the same melancholy moon, illuminating our China soldiers.
Young wives dreamed of spring, and last night their brave husbands.
In a big attack, we captured Huanglong City with flags and drums?
A berth at the foot of Gubei Mountain.
(Wang Wan)
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.
Looking at the Old Times from "Night Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain"
(Li Bai)
On the west side of the river this night, there was not a cloud in the whole blue sky;
I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain.
I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine.
Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me.
moonlit night
(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? .
Think of my brothers on a moonlit night.
(Du Fu)
A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle, which was the first call of a wild goose on the border in autumn.
He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! .
Oh, my brothers, what's the point of my life without you? .
However, if there is something wrong with letters in peacetime, what can I expect in wartime? .
Letter to Li, Special Commissioner of Zizhou
(Wang Wei)
Thousands of trees reach the sky, and thousands of azaleas crow.
After a night in Shan Yu, hundreds of silky waterfalls will appear on every mountain top.
Women in China throw cloth, or farmers quarrel over taro fields.
Does fame belong only to the ancients when he presided over the country wisely like Wen Weng? .
On returning to Nanshan at the end of the year
(Meng Haoran)
I no longer go to the North Palace Gate to petition, but to this shabby house on Zhongnanshan.
I was exiled by a wise ruler because of my mistake. I was ill for so long that I couldn't see my friends.
My white hair has accelerated my aging, just like a pale beam of light that ends the old year.
Therefore, I lay awake and meditated in the moonlight under the shadow of pine trees in the empty window period.
From a berth in Tonglu to a friend in Yangzhou
(Meng Haoran)
Monkeys whimper in the dark mountains, and the river rushes in the dark.
The wind blows through the leaves on both sides, and the moon crosses my lonely sail.
I, a stranger in this inland area, miss my friends in Yangzhou.
Two long tears flow eastward to find the nearest touch of the sea.
One autumn night, I was listening to Qin Cheng's poems.
(Han Yi)
When the cold wind crawls under my mat, the exposed city walls turn pale with the autumn moon.
I saw a lone goose crossing the Milky Way, and I heard thousands of washing hammers on the rocks at night.
However, I don't want this season to take me away.
I found your poem so beautiful that I forgot about the homing birds.
Visit an old friend in a country inn
(Dai Shulun)
When the autumn moon is full, a thousand nights in towns and villages.
Meet by chance, on the south side of the river, the skeptic of dreams.
The wind in the tree startled the birds, and the insects in the grass cowered from the cold.
But travelers at least have wine, and there is nothing to be afraid of-until the morning bell.
Say goodbye to Shen Han at Yunyang Inn.
(Si Kongshu)
Across the river and across the sea, I haven't seen you for years.
Suddenly we found that you were like a dream, and we choked and asked ourselves how old we were.
Our only lamp, through the cold and humidity, illuminates the bamboo forest covered by rain.
But forget the sadness of tomorrow, and leave a cup to cherish.
Night thoughts on terraced towers
(Wei Zhuang)
A harp sighs all night, with the sadness of wind and rain on its strings.
There is a solitary lamp, a trumpet sound, and on the other side of the platform tower, the moon sets.
The fragrant grass has changed and withered, but I still hope my old friend will come back.
Now that the wild goose has flown south, I have no more messengers to send to him.
Thank you for the farewell night poem of literature.
(Fan Yun)
The fog on the balcony began to melt, and the dream house was out of water.
The distant mountains are hidden and visible, and the flat sand is broken.
Divide the strings and spare the bitter sounds. Don't sing too many sad songs.
I'll deal with the car dust. I'll deal with it.
Send a farewell poem to Ji Shen's room in the evening.
(Fan Yun)
The Gui water at night is clear, and Chushan and Xiaoyun are clear.
The autumn wind in the two townships is bitter, and the autumn moon is thousands of miles away.
Cold branches are better than picking, and frost apes walk alone.
Romon suddenly left me, and she thought of you.
Poems of Wang Zhinv
(Fan Yun)
Ying Ying is at the water's edge, and the night sky feels sorry for himself.
This river can't be filled up without painstaking management.
One inch is affectionate, and one heart hangs everywhere.
I would like to be a pair of bluebirds in front of Shu.
Live in the general's headquarters
(Du Fu)
It's a cold autumn night, and I'm lying alone in the town by the river on the Laka tree in this courtyard. I looked at my extinguished candle.
I heard the lonely sound of the horn in the darkness, and the moon was in the sky, but no one shared it with me?
My messenger was dispersed by the vortex of rain and sand, and the gate was closed to a traveler; The mountain is the wall on my road.
However, I endured a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight.
Jiangyin Middle Road, Zhou Hang
(Zhang Yanshi)
After the rain, my feet were muddy and the door was covered with weeds and willows.
I heard the sound of broken horns in my dream and began to have something new and something old.
Fish and salt make the market everywhere, and every family is full of children and grandchildren.
More importantly, preach the imperial edict, show mercy to the people and discuss how to fight against San Qian.
Night at the watchtower
(Du Fu)
The days in winter are shortened on the elemental scale, and the cold nights are turned white by ice and snow.
Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains.
I heard women crying after the battle in the distance, and I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn.
Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world. ..
Return to Mount Lumeng at night.
(Meng Haoran)
The bell in the temple of the mountain rang the night, and I heard people in the fishing city hobbling on the ferry.
People came to Gu Jiang along the sand road, and I also went to Lumen Mountain by boat.
Soon, the dim moonlight penetrated the misty trees, and before I knew it, I came to an ancient seclusion.
Thatched doors, pine paths, loneliness and tranquility, where hermits live and move, never need companions.
From Xiakou to Yingzhou, I hope Yueyang will be sent to Midtown.
(Liu Changqing)
There are no ripples in the river and no mist on the island, but for my friends in Chu, the scenery is blurred.
Birds in the setting sun cross Hankou, and the autumn sky blends with Dongting Lake.
The cold horn sound coming from the desolate mountain wall reminds me of being parked next to an abandoned fortress.
Knowing Jia Yi's loyal plea to the Han family, he was forbidden to go to Changsha and be an exile.
Night parking in Wuchang
(Lu Lun)
The wall of Hanyang stands in the clouds, which is another day of my voyage.
Although an inland river businessman should sleep in this calm weather, I listen to the tide and the boatman at night.
My thin hair is cold and long, like a triple Xiang Liu, my heart goes three thousand miles, homesick for the moon.
But the war left me no legacy, oh, the pain of hearing the drums by the river! .
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(Li Shangyin)
The stars last night and the wind last night are in the west of the studio and the east of the cinnamon room.
Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.
Through the wine of spring, when it warms me, I will remind you how to bet. There, one after another, we roll dice under the crimson lamp.
Alas, it was not until the drums called me to perform my duties that I got on my horse and left like a cut water plant.
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(Li Shangyin)
You said you would come, but you didn't come. You left me no trace except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock.
I cried for your leaving forever. I still can't wake up. I tried to read your hasty notes, and I found the ink was too weak.
Blue burns your candle in its kingfisher feather lantern, and a sweet smell sneaks away from your hibiscus embroidered curtain.
But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.
Spend the night on Jiande River.
(Meng Haoran)
When my boat was sailing in the fog, the sun faded and old memories began.
How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! .
House of Bamboo
(Wang Wei)
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
Autumn night message autumn
(Wei)
When I walk on a cool autumn night, I think of you and sing my poems.
I heard the pine cone fall on the mountain, and you seemed to wake up.
General Shu Ge.
(Siwo)
This constellation with seven high stars is Shu Ge holding up his sword at night.
No more barbarians, nor their horses and cows, dared to wade across the border.
The owner of Furong Mountain is in every snow.
(Liu Changqing)
At dusk, Cangshan is far away, it is freezing and the house is poor.
Chai Men hears dogs barking and returns on a snowy night.
Border songs
(Lu Lun)
In the dim moonlight, wild geese are soaring, and the leader of the Tatars is fleeing in the dark.
We chased them, the burden of horses was light, and there was snow on our bows and swords.
Border songs
(Lu Lun)
The forest was black and the wind hit the grass, but the general tried to shoot an arrow at night.
The next morning, he found his white arrow deeply stuck in the hard rock.
Overnight temple
(Li Bai)
Dangerous buildings are hundreds of feet high, and you can pick stars with your hands.
Dare not speak loudly for fear of scaring people.
Sigh on the jade steps
(Li Bai)
Her jade-white stairs were cold with dew, and her silk soles were wet. She stayed there for so long.
But what about looking at the water curtain of autumn moon light through crystal glass? .
Thoughts in the dead of night
(Li Bai)
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 read it in a book about the night of the boat.
(Cha Shen Xing)
When the moon is dark and windy, the fishing lamp is high, and the firefly is lonely.
Slight wind and waves are scattered all over the river.
Chusek
(Du Mu)
Qiu Guang drew a cold screen with a silver candle and waved a small fan at the firefly.
During the day, the order is as cool as water at night, lying and watching morning glory and Vega.
The hymn of Twilight River
(Bai Juyi)
A sunset spread in the water, half a river rustled and half a river was red.
Cherish the night of September, dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
well
(Li Qingzhao)
Always remember the sunset in Xiting, intoxicated and unaware of the way home.
After all, I returned to the boat late and strayed into the depths of the lotus.
Fighting for crossing, fighting for crossing, a pool of gulls and herons rose.
I feel that the hedge door will come out at dawn in autumn night to meet the cold.
(land travel)
Wan Li Hedong enters the sea, climbing skyscrapers for 5,000 meters.
The adherents were in tears and wanted to wait in Julian Waghann for another year.
Endless desire
(Nalan Xingde)
Mountain is a journey, water is a journey, and I am moving towards Guan Yu.
A thousand lights at night.
When the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of hurting the heart of the country falls through.
There is no such sound in my hometown.
Night berth near Fengqiao
(Zhang Ji)
Frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing fire, worrying about sleep.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang to the passenger ship at midnight.
Song of spring palace
(Changling Wang)
Peach blossoms blossomed in the wind last night, and the moon was high in the front hall of Weiyang.
Pingyang song and dance is the new favorite, and spring cold outside the curtain sends brocade robes.