Poems about the moon and missing.

A pot of wine from the flowers, I drink it alone. No one accompanied me until I raised my cup. I asked the moon to bring me my shadow, so that the three of us, alas, the moon could not drink, and my shadow marked me blankly; But for a while, I had these friends who cheered me up at the end of spring. I wander on the moon, I dance around. -Li Bai's "drinking Alone with the Moon" The bright moon rises from the Tianshan Mountains, and in the vast sea of clouds, the wind blows in Wan Li, blowing the Yumen Gate. -Guan Shanyue by Li Bai Moonlight in front of the bed, could there have been a frost already?. Look up at the bright moon and think down. -Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Thinking Far" He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and the moonlight at home will be how bright! . -Du Fu's "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night" hangs the bright moon in the autumn, and its luster is wet. I am surprised that the magpies are undecided and fireflies are rolling in. -Meng Haoran's "Autumn Night under the Moon" On the night of August 15 last year, beside the apricot garden by Qujiang Lake. On the night of August 15th this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Songpu, where was the hometown of Northwest China? -Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights" has been transferred to the court ten times, and it has tied people to the corner this evening. It is not necessarily that Su E has no regrets, and Yuchan is cold and lonely. -Yan Shu's Mid-Autumn Moon asks the sky when there is a bright moon. I don't know what year it is in the sky ... people have joys and sorrows, and the moon has a full moon, so it is difficult to finish it. Cold pharynx, grass dew. No one pushed the shutters, and the window was silent and ancient. Du Nan is engaged in shame and poverty, and several people are interested in the moon's poems. -Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Moon and Ziyou, the twilight clouds are full of cold, and the silver people silently turn to the tracts. It's been a hard night in my life. Where can I see the bright moon next year? -Su Shi Mid-autumn moon is poor, I'm afraid of heaven, Yun Zheyue. But when I call it, Yu Di will break with a loud blow ... It's so late and round, and human feelings may not depend on acceptance. -Xin Qiji's "Man Jiang Hong" waits for the bright moon to raise a glass, and the fragrance will be lighter than green. Worship the fall of Huaxing will be like the floating of the bright moon. -Wen Tianxiang's Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet for Dong Ju, Sunset in the west of the city. The orchid is full of fragrance. The moon is bright and people are round, people are thousands of miles away, and the wind is rushing to sail. -Zhang Huangyan's "Mid-Autumn Festival on a Boat" has nine verses sent from my brother's wall (and preface). My brother has an adventure, which will help the wind cross the stone. He died under Yuan's title of generals in ancient times. Sending geese to invade Hu Yue will give you an ironclad surprise. Maybe this will blow my concubine's dream. On the one hand, it is a great achievement. When the month approaches the Qin dynasty, it is the month, and it won't be long before you take a look at the border States. Smoke and dust are blocked in vain, and the fire building is cold. Tears came from the mountain, and I was homesick. It is difficult to send a plum blossom faucet. The border is blocked with dust, and the yellow dust is all around. Hu Jia was bombed, and the photos of the Han Dynasty were still empty. Miscellaneous collection is still behind the horse, and the depression is dark and driven by the wind. The general stopped wiping. The flute is played on the high city, and the autumn moon is bright in the city. Hu's eyes filled with tears and he sang a long song. The willow leaves are sad and broken, and the plum blossom dreams are shocking. Wandering three or five times, heartbroken, remembering the southern expedition. Border geese and other golden rivers bring snow in succession. A small sound is broken. Hold high the sorrow of straw, fly low and fear the net. Feathers must be cherished, then what can you do with books! In the morning in Ying Xing, there are golden tigers and leopards. Spring grass is short and peach blossoms are new. The caves on the Great Wall were frozen by snow, and the hooves were grinding the dust of the desert. Ever victorious, kick down the ladder, and retire. When will the willows be green? The meaning of spring is unpredictable, and the green hair is turned into silk. I feel sad all the year round. I bid you farewell. There are strange trees in my hometown, and I remember the branches day and night. The grass on the side is gone, and the horse is full of wheels. Wan Li is full of people all year round. After several trips to Jinhai Snow, I never saw Jade Guan Chun again. I dream of a cold pond alone, accompanied by the peace of communication.