1. Poems about Jingye
2. Poems about Jingye
Poems about Jingye 1. Poems with "Jingye" as the central word
"Quiet Night" The moonlight/light on a quiet night shrouds/the pine forest outside the village.
The white clouds/clumps, with a few sparse stars leaking out. Tianhe/Where? In the distance/the sea fog blurs.
Afraid there will be a shark on the shore, looking at the moon / Liuzhu? 1. Background description "Quiet Night" is selected from the poet's second collection of poems "Starry Sky". "Starry Sky" was written during the poet's most depressed period after the May Fourth Movement.
At that time, the poet was studying in Japan, during which he returned to China twice in April 1921 and during the summer of the following year. Facing the reality of China at that time, the poet felt disappointed and painful. He hated the dark reality and yearned for a bright future.
However, the brave spirit of resistance and fiery enthusiasm of the May Fourth period have faded, leaving only "some microwaves after the tide recedes, or even dead silence" (Guo Moruo's words). Therefore, in "Starry Sky", the poet reveals a strong emotion of disappointment and sadness. Although it expresses the desire to fly, rebirth and freedom, on the other hand, it also contains the negative emotions of escaping reality and being alone.
This is the overall reading impression of "Starry Sky". When interpreting "Quiet Night", the above-mentioned specific historical background must be considered. (Meng Haoran) The setting sun reaches the west ridge, and the ravines are suddenly dim.
The pine moon is growing in the cool night, and the wind and spring are full of clear sounds. The woodcutter has returned to his homeland, and the smoke and bird habitats have settled down.
The son comes in time, and Guqin waits for Luo Jing. Happy rain on a spring night (Du Fu) Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. It sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. The clouds on the wild paths are dark, and the fire on the river boats is only bright. Look at the red wet place at dawn, and the flowers are heavy on the official city. Travel Night Book Huai (Du Fu) The fine grass and gentle breeze on the shore, the dangerous raft of the boat alone at night.
The stars hang down over the vast plains, and the moon surges across the river. Isn't it famous for writing articles? Officials should retire due to old age and illness.
What does Piao Piao look like? There is a sandy gull in the sky and the earth. Zhongnan Bieye (Wang Wei) He was quite good at Taoism in his middle age, and he came to Nanshan in his later years.
Every time you come or go alone, you will know your victory in vain. Walk to a waterless place and sit down to watch the clouds rise.
I happened to visit Lin Sou, and we chatted and laughed for a long time. Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan (Zhang Jiuling) The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.
Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night. When the candle is extinguished, the compassionate light is full, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.
I can't bear to give away gifts, but I still have a good night's sleep. Miscellaneous Poems (Shen Quanqi) I heard that Huanglong garrison did not disband for many years.
Poor Guiliyue, she grew up in the Han family camp. The young woman is in love with spring today, and her husband had sex last night.
Who can use the flag and drum to capture Dragon City? Secondly, at the foot of Beigu Mountain (Wangwan), travelers pass outside the green mountains and go boating in front of the green water. The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging.
Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year. Where can I get the hometown letter? Return to Yanluoyang.
Night mooring in Niuzhu, nostalgic for the past (Li Bai) Niuzhu, Xijiang night, there is no cloud in the blue sky; I board the boat and look at the autumn moon, remembering General Xie in the sky. I can also chant loudly, but this person cannot hear it.
In the Ming Dynasty, sails and mats were hung, and maple leaves fell one after another. Moonlight Night (Du Fu) Tonight in Yanzhou, I can only watch the moon in my boudoir.
I pity my children from afar, but I still remember Chang'an. The fragrant mist and clouds make the servant girl wet, and the clear jade arms are cold.
When do I lean on the empty canopy, my eyes dry with tears? On a moonlit night, I recall my brother-in-law (Du Fu). The garrison drum breaks the line of people, and there is a sound of wild geese on the edge of autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended.
Sending Li Shijun to Zizhou (Wang Wei) There are towering trees in thousands of valleys, and cuckoos ring in thousands of mountains. It rained all night in the mountains, and there were hundreds of springs under the trees.
The Han women lost their banners and cloth, and the Ba people sued for their taro fields. Wen Weng turned over professors and did not dare to rely on sages.
Returning to Nanshan at the end of the year (Meng Haoran) Beique Xiu wrote a letter, and Nanshan returned to my hut. If you don’t know your talent, you will give up. If you are sick, you will lose friends.
White hair prompts old age, and green hair prompts the end of the year. I can never sleep with my sorrow, the pine moon night window ruins.
Stay in Tonglu River and send me an old tour in Guangling (Meng Haoran). The mountains are dark and the ape is sad, and the Cangjiang River flows rapidly at night. The wind rumbles the leaves on both sides of the bank, and the moon shines on a lonely boat.
Jiande is not my land, but we should reminisce about old travels. I will also send two lines of tears to the west of the sea.
Rewarding the journey for a long time and seeing the gift on the autumn night (Han Hong) The long mat is facing the wind early, and the empty city is full of moonlight. There is a wild goose in the autumn of the star river, and thousands of families are at night with anvils and pestles.
The festival time should be late, and the heart time should be lying on credit. I have always recited beautiful sentences, but I didn't realize that I was already singing crows.
An old friend from Jiangxiang gathers in a guest house (Dai Shulun) The moon is full again in autumn, and the city tower is full of night.
We also held a meeting in Jiangnan, where we encountered each other in dreams and doubts.
The windy branches frighten the dark magpies, and the dew grass covers the cold insects. The captain of the brigade is drunk, and he is afraid of the dawn bell.
Farewell to Han Shensu in Yunyang Pavilion (Sikong Shu) Our old friends are separated by rivers and seas, and separated by mountains and rivers several times. When we first see each other, we are confused and confused, and we feel sad about each other's years.
The solitary lamp shines in the cold rain, and the deep bamboos are dark with smoke. There is even more hatred for the Ming Dynasty, and it is said that leaving the cup and cherishing the ***.
Zhangtai Night Thoughts (Weizhuang) The clear wind and rain are sad in the distant night. The lonely lamp hears the corner of Chu, and the waning moon descends from Zhangtai.
The fragrant grass has faded away, but the old friends have a different future. You can't send letters to your hometown. In autumn, the wild geese return south.
Farewell to Literary Farewell Poems at Night (Fan Yun) The fog on the balcony is beginning to clear up, and the dream of the Zhu River cuts off the Lu. The distant mountains are hidden and visible, and the flat sand is cut off and the mood is restored. The broken strings have a bitter sound, don’t sing so sadly Song. You are blowing away the dust of the car, and I am the East Gaosu. A poem to send to Shen Ji's room at night (Fan Yun) The osmanthus water clears the night atmosphere, and the Chushan Mountain clears the morning clouds. The autumn wind resents the two hometowns, and the autumn moon separates thousands of miles away. Hanzhi Ning** *Collect, the frost ape travels and hears alone. The moonlight suddenly leaves me, and I win the laurel and think of the king. The poem of looking at the Weaver Girl (Fan Yun) There is a lot of water by the water, and the sky is self-pitying every night. I do not hesitate to suffer, but the river cannot fill it. Every inch of love is heavy. Tie, one heart hangs in thousands of places. I wish to be a pair of blue birds, sleeping in front of the bright mirror. Staying in the Mansion (Du Fu) In the clear autumn, the well of the shogunate is cold, and I stay alone in the river city with a wax torch. The trumpet sounds sadly to itself in the eternal night, who can see the beautiful moonlight in the sky? The wind and dust are passing by, the music and books are gone, the pass is in depression and the land is in trouble.
I have endured ten years of poverty, and have been forced to move to a safe place. Boat trip in the middle of the river (Zhang Yanshi) After the rain, a foot of mud invaded the pole, and the fallen cattails and willows filled the door.
In the dream, I heard the sound of a broken corner, and looked at the new trend and the old traces. Fish and salt are everywhere in the market, and every family is raising children and grandchildren.
Moreover, an edict was issued to widen the people's power. Three coins for a fight of rice is not worth mentioning. Pavilion Night (Du Fu) At the end of the year, the yin and yang rush to short scenes, the sky is frosty and snowy, and the sky is cold.
The sound of drums and horns at the fifth watch is solemn and solemn, and the shadow of the Three Gorges Galaxy is shaken. Thousands of families cried in the wild when they heard about the war, and fishermen and woodcutters sprang up in several places in Yige.
The crouching dragon and the leaping horse end in the loess, and the human affairs news and books are lonely. Returning to Lumen Folk Song at Night (Meng Haoran) The bells of the mountain temple are ringing. It is already dark, and the fishermen are noisy as they scramble to cross the ferry.
People followed the sand road to Jianggu, and I also took a boat back to Lumen. The moonlight at Lumen opened the smoke trees, and suddenly I came to Pang Gong's hiding place.
The pine path in Yanfei is long and lonely, with only lonely people coming and going. Looking at Yueyang at dusk from Xiakou to Yingzhou (Liu Changqing) There is no wave or smoke in Tingzhou, and the longing for the lovesickness of Chu Ke is getting fainter.
The sunset in Hankou is like a dodo, and the autumn water in Dongting stretches far into the sky. The lonely city has a cold ridge behind it and the trumpets are blowing, and the alone garrison is lining the river and the boat is moored at night.
Jia Yi wrote a letter to express his concern for the Han Dynasty, and he was banished to Changsha for the pity of ancient and modern people. Later Ezhou (Lulun) Yunkai saw the city of Hanyang in the distance, just like a solitary sail.
When a trader sleeps during the day, he knows that the waves are calm, and he is a boatman.
2. What are the poems about Quiet Night?
Thoughts on a Quiet Night is a work by the great poet Li Bai, which expresses homesickness. Although this poem only has 20 words, no other work can compare with it in terms of widespread circulation. It is a famous poem that is almost familiar to Chinese people all over the world. The "Silent Night Thoughts" circulated in our country is the Ming Dynasty version, and there are some differences in certain characters from the Song Dynasty version. In addition, "Quiet Night Thoughts" is also the title of two modern songs. There is also a contemporary music album called "Quiet Night Thoughts".
There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground.
He raises his head to look at the bright moon and lowers his head to miss his hometown.
The poem "Quiet Night" is written peacefully and elegantly, and the wording, sentence structure and organization of the lines are full of the flavor of classical poetry. This ethereal painting contains the poet's deep reverie. On a quiet night on a foreign seaside, there is the phantom of a shark that "drops beads on the moon." Isn't this a reflection of the poet's nostalgia for the motherland and the world's affairs?
Quiet Night
The moonlight is faint,
covering the pine forest outside the village.
The white clouds are clustered together,
with a few sparse stars leaking out.
Where is Tianhe?
The distant sea fog is blurry.
I'm afraid there will be sharks on the shore,
Looking at Yue Liuzhu?
3. The full text of Tang poetry Li Bai's "Quiet Night Poems"
The name of the poem is "Silent Night Thoughts", and the original text of the poem is as follows:
The moonlight is bright in front of the bed, it is suspected that it is Frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown.
The vernacular means that the bright moonlight shines on the window paper in front of the bed, as if there is a layer of frost on the ground. I couldn't help but raise my head and look at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day. I couldn't help but lower my head and think about my hometown far away.
This poem is the reflection of Li Bai, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, who looked up at the moon in the house on an autumn night. The autumn moon is exceptionally bright, but it is also cold.
The poet is a lonely traveler, and it is most likely to trigger his thoughts of autumn. This poem expresses the poet's feeling of missing his hometown on a quiet moonlit night.
Extended information
The first two sentences of the poem describe the illusion that the poet had in a moment in the specific environment of a foreign country. For a person who lives alone in a foreign country, running around and being busy during the day can dilute the sorrow of separation. However, in the dead of night, it is inevitable that waves of longing for his hometown will arise in his heart. What's more, it's a moonlit night, let alone an autumn night with a frosty moonlight.
The word "suspect" in "Suspect is frost on the ground" vividly expresses the poet's confusion and confusion when he first wakes up from sleep, mistaking the cold moonlight shining in front of the bed for thick frost covering the ground. The word "frost" is used better. It not only describes the brightness of the moonlight, but also expresses the coldness of the season. It also highlights the loneliness and desolation of the poet wandering in a foreign country.
The last two sentences of the poem deepen the homesickness through the depiction of movements and expressions. The word "wang" echoes the word "suspicious" in the previous sentence, indicating that the poet has turned from daze to sobriety. He stared at the moon eagerly and couldn't help but think that his hometown was also under the shining of this bright moon at this moment. This naturally leads to the conclusion of "lowering my head and thinking about my hometown". The action of "lowering the head" depicts the poet completely in deep thought.
4. Appreciate Li Bai's "Poetry on a Quiet Night"
It's "Thoughts on a Quiet Night"... Thoughts on a Quiet Night by Li Bai There is a bright moonlight in front of his bed, and it is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown. Notes: 1. Quiet Night Thoughts: thoughts caused by quiet nights.
2. Suspicious: doubt, think. 3. Raise your head: raise your head.
Rhyme translation: The bright moonlight shines in front of the bed, and it seems to be a piece of autumn frost in the blur. Look up at the bright moon, look down at the bright moon, and think about homesickness.
Appreciation 1: This poem is about the feeling of missing my hometown on a quiet moonlit night. The first two lines of the poem, "The moonlight shines brightly in front of the bed, and it seems to be frost on the ground." They describe the poet's momentary illusion in the specific environment of visiting a foreign country.
For a person who is alone in a foreign country, running around and busy during the day can dilute the sorrow of separation. However, in the dead of night, when people are quiet, waves of longing for his hometown will inevitably arise in his heart. What's more, it's a moonlit night, let alone an autumn night with a frosty moonlight.
The word "suspect" in "Suspect is frost on the ground" vividly expresses the poet's confusion and confusion when he first wakes up from sleep, mistaking the cold moonlight shining in front of the bed for thick frost covering the ground. The word "frost" is used better. It not only describes the brightness of the moonlight, but also expresses the coldness of the season. It also highlights the loneliness and desolation of the poet wandering in a foreign country.
The last two lines of the poem, "Looking up at the bright moon and looking down at my hometown," deepen the homesickness through the depiction of movements and expressions. The word "wang" echoes the word "suspicious" in the previous sentence, indicating that the poet has turned from daze to sobriety. He stared at the moon eagerly and couldn't help but think that his hometown was also under the shining of this bright moon at this moment.
This naturally leads to the conclusion of "lowering my head and thinking about my hometown". The action of "lowering the head" depicts the poet completely in deep thought.
And the word "thinking" leaves readers with rich imagination: the fathers and brothers, relatives and friends in the hometown, the mountains, rivers, plants and trees in the hometown, the lost years and past events... ...I miss you all the time. The content contained in the word "thinking" is really rich.
This five-character quatrain vividly reveals the poet's inner activities from "doubt" to "hope" to "thinking", and clearly outlines a picture of homesickness on a moonlit night. The language of the poem is fresh and simple, as clear as words; the expression is spoken casually and in one go.
But the concept is full of twists and turns. The content of the poem is easy to understand, but the poetic meaning is difficult to fully appreciate.
Hu Yinglin, a scholar of the Ming Dynasty, said: "The quatrains in Taibai are composed of words, which means that they have no intention of doing anything but do nothing about it" ("Shi Sou·Inner Edition"). This poem "Thoughts on a Quiet Night" can be said to be an excellent illustration of the "naturalness" and "no intention of work but no lack of work" artistic characteristics of Li Bai's poetry.
Appreciation 2: "Quiet Night Thoughts" is a poem that every one of us likes very much, whether we are young or old, whether we are living in a foreign country or staying with our relatives, as long as we are There is no Chinese who cannot recite this little poem. Why does such a poem with simple sentences and unpretentious emotions evoke deep feelings in the hearts of each of us? "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground." The poem begins with a plain narrative. It is quiet in the night and everything is silent. There is no sound outdoors or indoors. Only the quiet and bright moonlight quietly shines on the open space in front of the bed. Spreading a faint green glow.
Inadvertently, when I looked down, I thought it was a thin layer of autumn frost falling on the ground. This is obviously an illusion.
Perhaps the author had fallen asleep and returned to his hometown in his sleep, but was awakened by strong homesickness. In the hazy state, he mistook the moonlight on the ground for autumn frost. The word "suspicious" is used very expressively, and it reflects in detail the feeling of being asleep but not asleep, awake but not awake, because I was also vaguely aware that there should be no frost in the house. It can be seen that the second The first reaction was frost, and the second reaction was a bit doubtful. When I realized that it was not autumn frost, but "the bright moonlight in front of the bed", it was actually the third reaction.
As for why the first reaction is autumn frost, it is quite intriguing, because autumn frost has always been a sentimental hint. It means that this is another year when the autumn wind blows, evoking the deep feelings of the passing of time in the hearts of countless guests. Li Bai was deeply aware of the feeling of twilight. "I don't know where to find the autumn frost in the bright mirror" ("Qiupu Song" No. 15) is his inner confession.
In his paintings, autumn frost sometimes spreads in front of the bed, and sometimes stains the top of the head. It can be seen that he regards autumn frost as a symbol with rich meanings. But this evening, the moon is like frost. Although there is no sound everywhere, the bright moon in the sky and the moonlight on the ground seem to be pouring out something silently, which makes the poet's heart no longer calm.
He felt his heart pounding, and there was an equally silent but irresistible undercurrent of emotion surging in his chest. The frosty moonlight was like an invisible hand, silently playing on his heartstrings, making him unable to calm down anymore.
"Look up at the bright moon, lower your head and miss your hometown." At this time, he was completely awake and understood where he was. When he raised his head and looked up along the light, outside the window The graceful moon is hanging quietly in the night sky.
He suddenly realized what had touched his heartstrings. It turned out to be the lingering and ever-awaiting homesickness. It was everywhere. During the day, there was something going on. At that time, it was dormant quietly in the corner of his heart. But at this time, the moon came from the sky and the moonlight was on the ground, both of which aroused in his heart the longing for his hometown and the concern for his relatives. He looked up, bowed his head and pondered, and looked up. It is really a natural work for "the so-called person who has no intention of working but does not fail to work" (Volume 6 of Hu Yinglin's "Shisou·Inner Edition"). Hu Yinglin even believed that this poem was "wonderful both ancient and modern".
Li Bai’s fresh, simple, melodious and cantabile poem gained permanent artistic vitality because it successfully reflected the homesickness of wanderers at night. Probably as long as there are people who have left home and never come home, there will be people who will chant this song "Thoughts on a Quiet Night" under the moon, which they will never tire of reading and savoring endlessly.
Appreciation 3: Hu Yinglin said: "The quatrains in Taibai are composed of words. The so-called people who have no intention of doing work but do nothing about it." (Volume 6 of "Shisou·Internal Edition") Wang Shimao believes: "(Quequatrains) ) In the prosperous Tang Dynasty, only Qinglian (Li Bai) and Longbiao (Wang Changling) had great attainments.
Li Gengzi, the former residence of Wang Shang. "("Yi Garden Collection") What is "natural"? Is it "not intending to work but doing everything"? This song "Quiet Night Thoughts" is an example.
So Hu Shite.
Verses about the quiet night 1. Verses describing the quiet night
June 22, 22:59. Lying down at night listening to the wind and rain,
Iron Horse Glacier Come to sleep.
(Lu You: "Wind and Rain on November 4th")
2. The bamboo horse staggered towards the river,
The paper kite swayed in the wind.
(Lu You's "Village Children Playing on the Stream")
3. The random flowers gradually become charming to the eye,
Only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves.
(Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake")
4. The grass is dry and the eagle's eyes are sick,
The horse's hooves are light when the snow is gone.
(Wang Wei's "Watching the Hunt")
5. Withered vines and old trees, dim crows,
Small bridges and flowing water, people's houses,
The ancient road has a westerly wind and a thin horse.
(Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha·Autumn Thoughts")
6. Ma Yin knows the road is really tired,
The cicada still makes a sound when it swallows it.
(Huang Jingren's "Miscellaneous Feelings")
7. Wave your hands and leave,
Xiaoxiao class horses are singing.
(Li Bai: "Send Off a Friend")
8. Good mountains and good waters are not enough,
Horse hooves urge you to return by the bright moon.
(Yue Fei's "Chizhou Cuiwei Pavilion")
9. Where is Yun Heng's Qinling family?
The horse is stagnant at Nanguan, surrounded by snow.
(Han Yu's "Moving to the Left to Languan to Show His Nephew Xiang")
10. You can't be seen on the mountain winding road,
There is a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.
("Bai Xue Ge Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital" by Cen Shen)
11. BMWs and carriages fill the road with fragrance,
The phoenix flute sounds,
The jade pot turns with light,
Fish and dragon dance all night long.
(Xin Qiji's "The Sapphire Case")
12. Grape wine luminous cup,
If you want to drink Pipa, please drink immediately.
(Wang Han's "Liangzhou Ci")
13. Shoot the man first, shoot the horse first,
Capture the thief first and capture the king.
(Du Fu's "Out of the Fortress")
14. The spring breeze is so proud that the horse's hoofs are diseased,
I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.
(Meng Jiao's "After Admission")
15. It still feels like swimming in Shangyuan in the old days,
Cars are like flowing water, horses are like dragons,
The flower moon is in the spring breeze.
(Li Yu's "Wang Jiangnan")
16. The man came riding a bamboo horse,
going around the bed to pick green plums.
(Li Bai's "Changgan Xing")
17. But the dragon city flying general is here,
He will not teach Hu Ma to cross the Yin Mountain.
(Wang Changling's "Out of the Fortress")
18. Hu Ma relies on the north wind,
Crossing the southern branches of the bird's nest.
("Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing" in "Nineteen Ancient Poems")
19. The herdsman drives the calf back,
The hunting horse returns with the poultry.
(Wang Ji's "Ambition")
20. The horse is so fast that Lu is so fast,
The bow is like a thunderbolt. (p> There was bright moonlight in front of the bed, which was probably due to frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown.
Translation
Sitting on the well bed, watching the bright moon in the sky, the moonlight shining on the ground is like layers of white frost.
Looking up at the bright moon in the sky, I couldn't help but lower my head and think about it, missing my hometown even more.
This poem writes about the feeling of missing my hometown on a silent moonlit night.
The first two lines of the poem, "The bright moonlight in front of the bed seems to be frost on the ground," describe the illusion that the poet had in a moment in the specific environment of a foreign country. For a person who lives alone in a foreign country, running around and being busy during the day can dilute the sorrow of separation. However, in the dead of night, it is inevitable that waves of longing for his hometown will arise in his heart. What's more, it's a moonlit night, let alone an autumn night with a frosty moonlight. The word "suspect" in "Suspect is frost on the ground" vividly expresses the poet's confusion when he first wakes up from sleep, mistaking the cold moonlight shining in front of his bed for thick frost covering the ground. The word "frost" is used better. It not only describes the brightness of the moonlight, but also expresses the coldness of the season. It also highlights the loneliness and desolation of the poet wandering in a foreign country.
The last two lines of the poem, "Looking up at the bright moon and looking down at my hometown," deepen the homesickness through the depiction of movements and expressions. The word "wang" echoes the word "suspicious" in the previous sentence, indicating that the poet has turned from daze to sobriety. He stared at the moon eagerly and couldn't help but think that his hometown was also under the shining of this bright moon at this moment. This naturally leads to the conclusion of "lowering my head and thinking about my hometown". The action of "lowering the head" depicts the poet completely in deep thought. And the word "thinking" leaves readers with rich imagination: the fathers and brothers, relatives and friends in the hometown, the mountains, rivers, plants and trees in the hometown, the lost years and past events... they are all missed. The content contained in the word "thinking" is really rich.
3. Write a few quiet and beautiful poems about the night
Zhang Ruoxu Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide.
The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the spring river! The river flows around the meadow, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like snowflakes. Frost is flying in the sky, and the white sand on the terrace is invisible. The river and the sky were completely dustless, and there was only a solitary moon in the bright sky.
Who by the river saw the moon for the first time? When did Jiang Yue shine on people? Life is endless from generation to generation, and the river and the moon look alike every year. I don’t know who the river moon is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.
The white clouds are slowly disappearing, and the green maple pond is full of sorrow. Whose family is cheating tonight? Where do I miss Mingyue Tower? The poor moon wanders upstairs and should be seen in the dressing mirror.
The Yuhu curtain cannot be rolled away, and the finger on the anvil of pounding clothes still comes back. At this time, we look at each other but don't hear each other. I hope that the moonlight will shine on you.
The wild geese fly long and fast, and the fish and dragon dive into the water. Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, but it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring.
The spring water in the river is gone, and the moon has set in the west again. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi and Xiaoxiang roads are endless.
I don’t know how many people will return home by the moon. The falling moon shakes the trees all over the river with love. Qingmen Yin. Spring Thoughts Zhang Xian is warm at first and then slightly cold, but the wind and rain will come later.
Tingxuan is lonely near the Qingming Festival, drinking wine among the remaining flowers, and suffering from last year’s illness again. The wind blows in the corner above the building, and the door is quiet at night.
Nakan was even more illuminated by the bright moon, and the shadow of the swing was sent across the partition wall. The simplest one is "There is bright moonlight in front of the bed..." ("Quiet Night Thoughts" - Li Bai) Haha. Poems describing the night scene: (1) Su Yeshi's mountain house is waiting for Ding Dabu to arrive (Meng Haoran) The setting sun reaches the west ridge and the ravines It's dark all of a sudden.
The pine moon is growing in the cool night, and the wind and spring are full of clear sounds. The woodcutter has returned to his homeland, and the smoke and bird habitats have settled down.
The son comes in time, and Guqin waits for Luo Jing. Happy rain on a spring night (Du Fu) Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. It sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. The clouds on the wild paths are dark, and the fire on the river boats is only bright. Look at the red wet place at dawn, and the flowers are heavy on the official city. Travel Night Book Huai (Du Fu) The fine grass and gentle breeze on the shore, the dangerous raft of the boat alone at night.
The stars hang down over the vast plains, and the moon surges across the river. Isn't it famous for writing articles? Officials should retire due to old age and illness.
What does Piao Piao look like? There is a sandy gull in the sky and the earth. Zhongnan Bieye (Wang Wei) He was quite good at Taoism in his middle age, and in his later years he came to Nanshan.
Every time you come or go alone, you will know your victory in vain. Walk to a waterless place and sit down to watch the clouds rise.
I happened to visit Lin Sou, and we chatted and laughed for a long time. Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan (Zhang Jiuling) The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.
Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night. When the candle is extinguished, the compassionate light is full, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.
I can’t bear to give away gifts, but I still have a good night’s sleep. Miscellaneous Poems (Shen Quanqi) Hearing about the Huanglong garrison, he refused to disband his troops for many years.
Poor Guiliyue, she grew up in the Han family camp. The young woman is in love with spring today, and her husband had sex last night.
Who can use the flag and drum to capture Dragon City? Secondly, at the foot of Beigu Mountain (Wangwan), travelers pass outside the green mountains and go boating in front of the green water. The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging.
Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year. Where can I get the hometown letter? Return to Yanluoyang.
Night mooring in Niuzhu, nostalgic for the past (Li Bai) Niuzhu, Xijiang night, there is no cloud in the blue sky; I board the boat and look at the autumn moon, remembering General Xie in the sky. I can also chant loudly, but this person cannot hear it.
In the Ming Dynasty, sails and mats were hung, and maple leaves fell one after another. Moonlight Night (Du Fu) Tonight in Yanzhou, I can only watch the moon in my boudoir.
I pity my children from afar, but I still remember Chang'an. The fragrant mist and clouds make the servant girl wet, and the clear jade arms are cold.
When do I lean on the empty canopy, my eyes dry with tears? On a moonlit night, I recall my brother-in-law (Du Fu). The garrison drum breaks the line of people, and there is a sound of wild geese on the edge of autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended.
Sending Li Shijun to Zizhou (Wang Wei) There are towering trees in thousands of valleys, and cuckoos ring in thousands of mountains. It rained all night in the mountains, and there were hundreds of springs under the trees.
The Han women lost their banners and cloth, and the Ba people sued for their taro fields. Wen Weng turned over professors and did not dare to rely on sages.
Returning to Nanshan at the end of the year (Meng Haoran) Beique Xiu wrote a letter, and Nanshan returned to my hut. If you don’t know your talent, you will give up. If you are sick, you will lose friends.
White hair prompts old age, and green hair prompts the end of the year. I can never sleep with my sorrow, the pine moon night window ruins.
Stay in Tonglu River and send me an old tour of Guangling (Meng Haoran). The mountains are dark and the ape is sad, and the Cangjiang River flows rapidly at night. The wind rumbles the leaves on both sides of the bank, and the moon shines on a lonely boat.
Jiande is not my homeland, but we should reminisce about old travels. I will also send two lines of tears to the west of the sea.
Rewarding for the journey to Yanqiu night, see the gift immediately (Han Hong) The long mat is facing the wind early, and the empty city is full of moonlight. There is a wild goose in the autumn of the star river, and thousands of families are at night with anvils and pestles.
The festival time should be late, and the heart time should be lying on credit. I have always recited beautiful sentences, but I didn't realize that I was already singing crows.
An old friend from Jiangxiang gathers in a guest house (Dai Shulun) The moon is full again in autumn, and the city tower is full of night. We also held a meeting in Jiangnan, where we encountered each other in dreams and doubts.
The windy branches frighten the dark magpies, and the dew grass covers the cold insects. The captain of the brigade is drunk, and he is afraid of the dawn bell.
Farewell to Yunyang Pavilion and Han Shensu (Sikong Shu) Our old friends are separated by rivers and seas, and separated by mountains and rivers several times. When we first see each other, we are confused and confused, and we feel sad about each other's years.
The solitary lamp shines in the cold rain, and the deep bamboos are dark with smoke. There is even more hatred for the Ming Dynasty, and it is said that leaving the cup and cherishing the ***.
Zhangtai Night Thoughts (Weizhuang) The clear wind and rain are sad in the distant night. The lonely lamp hears the corner of Chu, and the waning moon descends from Zhangtai.
The fragrant grass has faded away, but the old friends have a different future. You can't send letters to your hometown. In autumn, the wild geese return south.
Farewell to Literary Farewell Poems (Fan Yun) The fog on the balcony is beginning to clear up, and the dream of the Zhu River is cut off. The distant mountains are hidden and visible, and the flat sand is cut off. The broken strings have a bitter sound, so don’t sing so sadly. Song. You are blowing away the dust of the car, and I am the East Gaosu. A poem to send to Shen Ji's room at night (Fan Yun) The osmanthus water clears the night atmosphere, and the Chushan Mountain clears the morning clouds. The autumn wind resents the two hometowns, and the autumn moon separates thousands of miles away. Hanzhi Ning** *Collect, the frost ape travels and hears alone. The moonlight suddenly leaves me, and I win the laurel and think of the king. The poem of looking at the Weaver Girl (Fan Yun) There is a lot of water by the water, and the sky is self-pitying every night. I do not hesitate to suffer, but the river cannot fill it. Every inch of love is heavy. Tie, one heart hangs in thousands of places. I wish to be a pair of blue birds, sleeping in front of the bright mirror. Staying in the Mansion (Du Fu) In the clear autumn, the well of the shogunate is cold, and I stay alone in the river city with a wax torch. The trumpet sounds sadly to itself in the eternal night, who can see the beautiful moonlight in the sky? The wind and dust are passing by, the music and books are gone, the pass is in depression and the land is in trouble.
I have endured ten years of being lonely and forced to move to a safe place. Boat trip in the middle of the river (Zhang Yanshi) After the rain, a foot of mud invaded the pole, and the fallen cattails and willows filled the door.
In the dream, I heard the sound of the broken corner and saw the old traces from the new trend. Fish and salt are everywhere in the market, and every family is raising children and grandchildren.
Moreover, an edict was issued to widen the people's power, but three coins for a fight of rice is of no use. Pavilion Night (Du Fu) At the end of the year, the yin and yang rush to short scenes, the sky is frosty and snowy, and the sky is cold.
The sound of drums and horns at the fifth watch is solemn and solemn, and the shadow of the Three Gorges Galaxy is shaken. Thousands of families cried in the wild when they heard about the war, and fishermen and woodcutters sprang up in several places in Yige.
The crouching dragon and the leaping horse end in the loess, and the human affairs news and books are lonely. Returning to Lumen Folk Song at Night (Meng Haoran) The bells of the mountain temple are ringing. It is already dark, and the fishermen are noisy as they scramble to cross the ferry.
People followed the sand road to Jianggu, and I also took a boat back to Lumen. The moonlight at Lumen opened the smoke trees, and suddenly I came to Pang Gong's hiding place.
The pine path in Yanfei is long and lonely, with only lonely people coming and going. Looking at Yueyang at dusk from Xiakou to Yingzhou (Liu Changqing) There is no wave or smoke in Tingzhou, and the longing for the lovesickness of Chu Ke is getting fainter.
The sunset in Hankou is like a dodo, and the autumn water in Dongting stretches far into the sky. The lonely city has a cold ridge behind it and the trumpets are blowing, and the alone garrison is lining the river and the boat is moored at night.
Jia Yi wrote a letter to express his concern for the Han Dynasty, and he was banished to Changsha for the pity of ancient and modern people. Later Ezhou (Lulun) Yunkai saw the city of Hanyang in the distance, just like a solitary sail.
When a trader sleeps during the day, he knows that the waves are calm, and he is a boatman.