Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Zhang Style: Yuefu Category:
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moonlight 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.
Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?
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.
Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?
Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.
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 wonder how many people will return every month. The falling moon shook the trees by the river.
"Moonlit Night on the Spring River" transcends the previous landscape poems that simply shape mountains and rivers, the philosophical poems that "yearn for the infinity of the universe and mourn the moment of my life", and the love poems that express the feelings of children leaving. Poets have injected new meanings into these common traditional themes, blending poetry, artistic conception and philosophy They praised the beautiful scenery of nature, eulogized the pure love between human beings, expanded their sympathy for stray women, and combined it with the pursuit of life philosophy and the exploration of the mysteries of the universe, thus blending it into a kind of love, scenery and harmony. The poet deliberately hides the profound and beautiful artistic world in a vague artistic atmosphere, and the whole poem seems to be shrouded in an ethereal and confused moonlight, attracting readers to explore the true meaning of beauty.