The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Translation:
The bright moonlight sprinkled on enough paper, as if the ground was frosted. I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my hometown in the distance.
2. Sleeping in Jiande is a five-character ancient poem by Meng Haoran, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
Translation:
Docking the ship on a foggy continent, new worries welled up in the guests' minds at dusk.
The boundless wilderness is darker than trees, and the river is clear and the moon is close to people.
3. Autumn Night in the Mountain is a poem by Wang Wei, a poet in Tang Dynasty.
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Translation:
The empty mountain is bathed in a new rain, and the arrival of night makes people feel that it is early autumn.
The moon is clear and clear, and the clear spring is flowing.
The bamboo forest was noisy until the washerwoman came back, and the lotus leaves swayed like canoes.
The wheat straw in spring might as well let it rest, and the prince and grandson in the mountains can stay in autumn.
Drinking the bright moon alone is a poem by Li Bai, a poet in Tang Dynasty.
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
Translation:
Put a pot of good wine in the flowers, strangers, and drink alone.
Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon drink * * *, plus his own figure just three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, and the shadow is in vain.
For the time being, with the shadow of the bright moon, spring night should take this opportunity to eat, drink and be merry.
I sing, the moon lingers, I dance, and the shadows float back and forth.
Play together when you are awake, and go their separate ways when you are drunk.
I hope I can roam freely forever and meet you in the boundless Tianhe River.
5. "Gulangyue Journey" comes from "All Tang Poems", which is a poem with the theme of ancient Yuefu written by Li Bai, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty.
When I was young, I didn't know the bright moon in the sky, so I called it Bai Yupan.
I suspect it is Yao's platform, flying in the sky.
Is the fairy in the moon hanging her feet?
Why do laurel trees become round in January?
The white rabbit is not an old panacea. Can you tell me who eats it?
Toads eat the full moon, the moon, the moon is so dark, I don't know.
After Yi shot nine suns, the paradise on earth was clear and peaceful.
The moon has been lost, and there is nothing to see except to walk away. Worry, how can I bear the pain, sadness breaks my heart.
Translation:
When I was a child, I didn't know the moon, so I called it a white jade plate.
Some people suspect that it is the mirror of Yaotai immortal, flying into the sky.
When you look at the moon at night, you can first see that the feet of the immortals begin to appear slowly, and then a group of big osmanthus trees also appear.
Legend has it that there is a white rabbit pounding fairy medicine in the moon. Who is it for?
It is also said that there was a big toad in the moon, which gradually eroded the moon.
Once upon a time, there was a hero who shot down nine suns, leaving only one, so that heaven and man could be at peace.
Obsessed with the destruction of yin essence, the moon lost its luster and was no longer worth watching.
I am very worried about this, and my sadness is really heartbreaking!