Moon, moon, moon. Competition is still insufficient. Just like the young people in the bridal chamber, they will meet temporarily and leave as they used to.
The small building is on the threshold, which was last year's season. The clear sky is still there, and the night is always disgusting.
Lipper
Yuefu Ri Chu Hang
The sunrise in the east seems to come from the ground. After a long day, I entered the sea again, and the six dragons lived in peace.
Its beginning and end are endless, and people can't get along with it for long. Grass doesn't thank the spring breeze,
Wood doesn't complain about autumn. Whoever drives the four blessings with bone spurs, everything is natural. Xi and Xi
Prelude to water melody
Su Shi
Chen Bing drank a lot in the Mid-Autumn Festival, got drunk and wrote this article, and got pregnant.
When did the moon begin to appear?
I take my glass from a distance.
I don't know the palace in heaven,
What year is tonight?
I want to go home in the wind,
I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu,
It's too cold up there.
Dance to see the shadows,
What is it like?
Zhuge,
Come to the door,
Take a sleepless photo.
There should be no hatred,
What is biased towards other times.
People have joys and sorrows,
The moon is cloudy and sunny,
This matter is ancient and difficult to complete.
Wish people a long time,
Thousands of miles * * * ChanJuan.
Flowers on the river under the moonlight in spring
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, and there is no moon by the river.
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.
Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.
There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.
Whoever sees the moon at the first sight by the river shines at the beginning of the month.
Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.
The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.
Whose boat is flat tonight, where to miss the bright moon building.
Poor Yue Pei came back from upstairs and asked someone to repair the mirror table.
The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.
At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.
Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.
Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.
In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.
I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.
Yu Meiren Song Liyu
When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past. The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon. Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
The moon has ups and downs, and people have joys and sorrows.
Looking up at the bright moon and sinking back, I suddenly remembered home.
It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war.
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.
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.
That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night.
The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
The desert is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook.
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.
The sky is red, the clouds are west and the ground is flat, at the foot of the sun —— Three Poems of Qiang Village by Tang Du Fu
The setting sun is infinitely beautiful, and it is buried by the coming night —— A Journey to Paradise by Tang Shangyin.
Deep trees grow in the dusk, while small buildings grow in the sunset —— On Tang Tara's Yangzhou Zen Temple
A setting sun is sprinkled in the water, half the river is rustling and half the river is red —— Ode to Mujiang by Tang Juyi