Look at the moon and embrace the distance
Author: Zhang Jiuling
The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.
Lover complains about the distant night, but falls in love at night.
When the candle is extinguished, it is filled with pity and light, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.
I can’t bear to give it away, but I still have a good night’s sleep.
Translation:
A bright moon rises on the sea. You and I are on opposite sides of the sky, admiring the moon above the sea. Some lovers resent the long nights and stay up all night longing for you. Turn off the candles and the moonlight fills the room which is lovely. When I put on my clothes, my clothes were wet with dew. I can't give you the silver light in my hand, so why not go back to bed and fall asleep, maybe I can get together with you happily in my dream.
Notes:
1. Huaiyuan: Missing relatives far away. This sentence writes about relatives in different places looking at the bright moon with the same feelings at the same time.
2. Lover: There is a lover. Resenting the distant night: Resenting and insomnia due to separation, and even complaining about the long nights. Jing Xi: All night long.
3. Cherish the full moonlight: Cherish the full moonlight.
4. The last two sentences say: Although the moonlight is lovely, you can’t grab a handful and give it to your relatives far away, so you have to go back to your house and sleep, hoping for a good dream. Lu Ji's "How bright is the bright moon": "There is an afterglow when you shine on it, but you can't hold it in your hands."
Writing background: The author left his hometown, looked at the moon and missed his relatives far away
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There are others, such as:
Su Shi "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"
During the Mid-Autumn Festival in Bingchen, I was drunk and drunk at the end of the day. I wrote this article because I was pregnant with my child.
When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky? I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that it will be cold in the high places.
Dancing to clear the shadow, how can it be like being in the human world? Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.
Su Shi's "Moon on the West River"
I am in Huangzhou, walking on the Qishui River on a spring night. Go to a restaurant to drink and get drunk. Riding the moon to a bridge over a stream, he untied his saddle and bent his arms, and lay down drunk for a short rest. It's already known. The chaotic mountains are crowded together and the flowing water is sonorous, which seems to be something other than the human world. This sentence is written on the bridge pillar.
The waves are shining brightly in the wild, and the sky is faintly visible across the sky. The barrier of mud has not been resolved, and the arrogance of Jade Cong has not yet been solved. I want to get drunk and sleep on the fragrant grass. It's a pity that the wind and moon in the stream can't be taught to crush Qiong Yao. Undressing the saddle and pillowing on the green poplar bridge, Du Yu heard the spring dawn.
Autumn Night Moon
At first we gathered and dispersed. Then he called her, and there was no reason to meet her face again. In recent days, there will be a feast again unexpectedly. In front of the Lord, in his spare time, he frowned and sighed. It stirs up old sorrows endlessly.
"The Mid-Autumn Banquet Initiated by Hui Dong Tiju" by Wen Tianxiang of the Song Dynasty
Photograph the river folding festival, carrying the clear ice of the painting boat; wait for the moon to raise the glass, and breathe the fragrant bottle into the green net. Worship the falling stars, and make appointments with the bright moon. The city is full of wind and rain, but fortunately the Double Ninth Festival is so close; the country and the mountains are as picturesque as those we once visited in Chibi. The reward is paid by the straw, and the cloth is handed over to the wheel.
[Manjianghong] Mid-Autumn Festival Sends Far Away Song Xin Qiji
Hurry up to the west tower, fearing that the sky will release and the floating clouds will cover the moon. But the jade-fiber horizontal flute cracked with a single blow. Whoever makes curling in the floating world has the most pity for the jade ax repair season. Ask Chang'e, if she is lonely and cold, if she has any worries, she should have a beautiful hair.
The jade liquid is full and the cup is slippery. Lift up your long sleeves and sing loudly. Sigh, eighty-nine times out of ten, the desire is still lacking. If it's such a long night, the favor may not be appreciated. Turn the past and separation into joy and say it when you return.
Autumn pistil fragrance is cited
Cannot be kept. Time rushes by, and the fragrant orchids rest, and the good flowers fade, but only in a moment. The colorful clouds are easy to scatter and the glass is brittle. On a windy and moonlit night, there are several old traces. Can't bear to think about it. Looking away this time, we will be separated forever. Towards the Immortal Island and on the road back to the underworld, there is no news about either of them.
Xuan Qing Dynasty
The waning moon is hazy, the small banquet is dim, and the return is slightly cold. Carrying silver on my back, I fell asleep alone in the pavilion. I hugged a heavy quilt, and I was drunk and still silent. Time passes by again and again, the joy of the past is gone, and the sadness of separation is just a pillow. Thinking secretly, chasing old memories, the scenery of Shenjing is like a brocade.
I wanted to throw fruit to my friends and had a banquet. I drank heavily at that time. The dancing swallows fluttered and sang, and in front of the Dai Banquet, there were all the gods and immortals. At the end of the night, it became even more sparse and crazy. More generals sleep in phoenix curtains and mandarin ducks. The jade hairpins are in disorder, and they are scattered all over the high sun. This joy
Sauvignon Blanc (Beijing Prostitute)
Painted drums noisy the streets, orchid lanterns fill the city, and the bright moon shines on the city. The night view of Jiangque in the Qing capital, with silver arrows flying in the wind and golden stems exposed. The alleys are criss-crossed. Passing the Pingkang bridle, listen to the singing slowly. Phoenix candles flicker. That person did not cover up the incense screen.
Looking towards the Luoqi bush, I can vaguely recognize the old days, with a light and graceful attitude. She is charming and charming, her smile is still there, and she greets you with intention. The wall is about to be painted, and it is difficult to write sincerity for a long time. Little did he know that famous eunuchs were detained and interrogated, and their charm had been reduced over the years.
Looking at the Han Moon
The bright moon, the bright moon, the bright moon. The struggle is still lacking. Just like young bridegrooms, they meet for a while and then part ways.
It was last year at the threshold of the small building. Thousands of miles of clear light remains the same, the night is eternal and the people are tired of it.
Partridge Sky
The remaining smoke blows into the night wind. A bright moon hangs above the curtain. Because the road is far away, people are still far away, even though our hearts are still in the same bed.
Emotional and profound. Biyun returned without a trace. Only in the past life, love caged the mandarin ducks in two places.
Twelve o'clock (autumn night)
The evening is clear and the moon is covered with light smoke, and the wind is like a wash of toad light. Feel the green tent and the coolness, giving rise to autumn thoughts. The weather is getting colder. Falling leaves knock on the windows, the west wind fills the courtyard, and I can't get up after sleeping. There is more leakage in the throat, dripping worries, and all kinds of emotions are arising, all of which are leaving people worried.
Who knows, at that time, the sentence was very touching. Sometimes in the night, Mingming lies on his pillow and stares at the ground diligently. When the candle is dark, I wake up from wine, and Yuan Lai is in a dream again.
Come to bed and sit alone with your clothes on, all kinds of hopeless feelings. How can I come, harmonize the clouds and rain, and then arrange the remaining fragrant quilts? I pray to heaven that I will never abandon you from now on.
Thin clothes are a first try, green ants are a new taste.
Gradually there is wind, rain and coolness.
The courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken at dusk, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I am worried about the past.
In that eternal night, the bed is empty under the bright moon.
When you hear the sound of an anvil being pounded, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long.
[Nian Nujiao] Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon Ming Wen Zhengming
Osmanthus and floating jade, the streets are all over the sky in the first month, and the night is as cool as a wash. The wind is blowing, my eyebrows are cold and my bones are cold, I am in the Crystal Palace. The dragons are crouching, the temples are swaying, and misty music and songs are boiling. The frost is all over the ground, and it wants to fly across the colorful clouds.
I remember last year on this eve, I was drinking wine at the creek pavilion, and the pale moon and clouds came and went. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were no longer a dream yesterday, but the autumn scenery is like this in the blink of an eye. The green bird comes to the west, Chang'e repays me, and the good times are approaching. A message to my husband and wife, don’t let Guanghan get drunk.
"Looking at the Moon at Qinhuai" by Pan Zhiheng, Ming Dynasty
On the Mid-Autumn Festival in Wuwu, I climbed up Tiger Hill to see the moon and thought about Qinhuai. After several glances, the moonlight was as bright as day, and Li Ji, Jin and Wang, were the only ones to be seen among thousands of people, but the moon couldn't be more surprising. At that time, all those who were good at music gathered in Jinling and listened to it at midnight. At the end of the day, I lived in Jinling and had seen Yuanpo seven times. As soon as Jin was about to leave, the people of Qinhuai said: "Hu Yao didn't think about it, but he left after thinking about it. The general thought about it again." He stopped with emotion. Since the winding of the string, it has been like Wu. If it lasts for almost two nights and then suddenly loses it, then people may be better than Wu. It is not people who win but love. The sound of Wu is heard competing on the bank of the Qingxi River, and the one who wins with true love in the pavilion will present Yuan Nu's pearls and colorful girl's flute. Along with its unique tune, there are the sounds of green clouds. It is a drama, such as pipa and pearls, which are even more strange. Jue, I regret that I heard about it late and my ears are shallow. I should have abandoned Wu Si and read it again. I ordered him to travel to Wu. The pieces of stone are all willing, but they can be easily flat. A spoon in the sword pond shines like a sea seal. As I threw the pen in the air, the clouds opened and the moon came out, and I suddenly found myself among the tiger hills. Because the song said: "My thoughts are hidden in the clouds. I am born in the moon and die in the wind. Suddenly I feel like I am dreaming and I am waking up. I am thinking about the sea again. , the dragon street is bright and the phoenixes are colorful, and I suddenly swim and play, I hope it will not change in the future. "
Yong Yue Ci Fu
Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"
In the Mid-Autumn Festival in Bingchen, I was drunk and drunk at the end of the day. I wrote this article because I was pregnant with a child
When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky? I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that it will be cold in the high places.
Dancing to clear the shadow, how can it be like being in the human world? Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.
Su Shi's "Moon on the West River"
I am in Huangzhou, walking on the Qishui River on a spring night. Go to a restaurant to drink and get drunk. Riding the moon to a bridge over a stream, he untied his saddle and bent his arms, and lay down drunk for a short rest. It's already known. The chaotic mountains are crowded together and the flowing water is sonorous, which seems to be something other than the human world. This sentence is written on the bridge pillar.
The waves are shining brightly in the wild, and the sky is faintly visible across the sky. The barrier of mud has not been resolved, and the arrogance of Jade Cong has not yet been solved. I want to get drunk and sleep on the fragrant grass. It's a pity that the wind and moon in the stream can't be taught to crush Qiong Yao. Undressing the saddle and pillowing on the green poplar bridge, Du Yu heard the spring dawn.
Autumn Night Moon
At first we gathered and dispersed. Then he called her, and there was no reason to meet her face again. In recent days, there will be a feast again unexpectedly. In front of the Lord, in his spare time, he frowned and sighed. It stirs up old sorrows endlessly.
"The Mid-Autumn Banquet Initiated by Hui Dong Tiju" by Wen Tianxiang of the Song Dynasty
Photograph the river folding festival, carrying the clear ice of the painting boat; wait for the moon to raise the glass, and breathe the fragrant bottle into the green net. Worship the falling stars, and make appointments with the bright moon. The city is full of wind and rain, but fortunately the Double Ninth Festival is so close; the country and the mountains are as picturesque as those we once visited in Chibi. The reward is paid by the straw, and the cloth is handed over to the wheel.
[Manjianghong] Mid-Autumn Festival Sends Far Away Song Xin Qiji
Hurry up to the west tower, fearing that the sky will release and the floating clouds will cover the moon. But the jade-fiber horizontal flute cracked with a single blow. Whoever makes curling in the floating world has the most pity for the jade ax repair season. Ask Chang'e, if she is lonely and cold, if she has any worries, she should have a beautiful hair.
The jade liquid is full and the cup is slippery. Lift up your long sleeves and sing loudly. Sigh, eighty-nine times out of ten, the desire is still lacking. If it's such a long night, the favor may not be appreciated. Turn the past and separation into joy and say it when you return.
Autumn pistil fragrance is cited
Cannot be kept. Time rushes by, and the fragrant orchids rest, and the good flowers fade, but only in a moment. The colorful clouds are easy to scatter and the glass is brittle. On a windy and moonlit night, there are several old traces. Can't bear to think about it. Looking away this time, we will be separated forever. Towards the Immortal Island and on the road back to the underworld, there is no news about either of them.
Xuan Qing Dynasty
The waning moon is hazy, the small banquet is dim, and the return is slightly cold. Carrying silver on my back, I fell asleep alone in the pavilion. I hugged a heavy quilt, and I was drunk and still silent. Time passes by again and again, the joy of the past is gone, and the sadness of separation is just a pillow. Thinking secretly, chasing old memories, the scenery of Shenjing is like a brocade.
I wanted to throw fruit to my friends and had a banquet. I drank heavily at that time. The dancing swallows fluttered and sang, and in front of the Dai Banquet, there were all the gods and immortals. At the end of the night, it became even more sparse and crazy. More generals sleep in phoenix curtains and mandarin ducks.
The jade hairpins are in disorder, and they are scattered all over the high sun. This joy
Sauvignon Blanc (Beijing Prostitute)
Painted drums noisy the streets, orchid lanterns fill the city, and the bright moon shines on the city. The night view of Jiangque in the Qing capital, with silver arrows flying in the wind and golden stems exposed. The alleys are criss-crossed. Passing the Pingkang bridle, listen to the singing slowly. Phoenix candles flicker. That person did not cover up the incense screen.
Looking towards the Luoqi bush, I can vaguely recognize the old days, with a light and graceful attitude. She is charming and charming, her smile is still there, and she greets you with intention. The wall is about to be painted, and it is difficult to write sincerity for a long time. Little did he know that famous eunuchs were detained and interrogated, and their charm had been reduced over the years.
Looking at the Han Moon
The bright moon, the bright moon, the bright moon. The struggle is still lacking. Just like young bridegrooms, they meet for a while and then part ways.
It was last year at the threshold of the small building. Thousands of miles of clear light remains the same, the night is eternal and the people are tired of it.
Partridge Sky
The remaining smoke blows into the night wind. A bright moon hangs above the curtain. Because the road is far away, people are still far away, even though our hearts are still in the same bed.
Emotional and profound. Biyun returned without a trace. Only in the past life, love caged the mandarin ducks in two places.
Twelve o'clock (autumn night)
The evening is clear and the moon is covered with light smoke, and the wind is like a wash of toad light. Feel the green tent and the coolness, giving rise to autumn thoughts. The weather is getting colder. Falling leaves knock on the windows, the west wind fills the courtyard, and I can't get up after sleeping. There is more leakage in the throat, dripping worries, and all kinds of emotions are arising, all of which are leaving people worried.
Who knows, at that time, the sentence was very touching. Sometimes in the night, Mingming lies on his pillow and stares at the ground diligently. When the candle is dark, I wake up from wine, and Yuan Lai is in a dream again.
Come to bed and sit alone with your clothes on, all kinds of hopeless feelings. How can I come, harmonize the clouds and rain, and then arrange the remaining fragrant quilts? I pray to heaven that I will never abandon you from now on.
Thin clothes are a first try, green ants are a new taste.
Gradually there is wind, rain and coolness.
The courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken at dusk, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I am worried about the past.
In that eternal night, the bed is empty under the bright moon.
When you hear the sound of an anvil being pounded, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long.
[Nian Nujiao] Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon Ming Wen Zhengming
Osmanthus and floating jade, the streets are all over the sky in the first month, and the night is as cool as a wash. The wind is blowing, my eyebrows are cold and my bones are cold, I am in the Crystal Palace. The dragons are crouching, the temples are swaying, and misty music and songs are boiling. The frost is all over the ground, and it wants to fly across the colorful clouds.
I remember last year on this eve, I was drinking wine at the creek pavilion, and the pale moon and clouds came and went. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were no longer a dream yesterday, but the autumn scenery is like this in the blink of an eye. The green bird comes to the west, Chang'e repays me, and the good times are approaching. A message to my husband and wife, don’t let Guanghan get drunk.
"Looking at the Moon at Qinhuai" by Pan Zhiheng, Ming Dynasty
On the Mid-Autumn Festival in Wuwu, I climbed up Tiger Hill to see the moon and thought about Qinhuai. After several glances, the moonlight was as bright as day, and Li Ji, Jin and Wang, were the only ones to be seen among thousands of people, but the moon couldn't be more surprising. At that time, all those who were good at music gathered in Jinling and listened to it at midnight. At the end of the day, I lived in Jinling and had seen Yuanpo seven times. As soon as Jin was about to leave, the people of Qinhuai said: "Hu Yao didn't think about it, but he left after thinking about it. The general thought about it again." He stopped with emotion. Since the winding of the string, it has been like Wu. If it lasts for almost two nights and then suddenly loses it, then people may be better than Wu. It is not people who win but love. The sound of Wu is heard competing on the bank of the Qingxi River, and the one who wins with true love in the pavilion will present Yuan Nu's pearls and colorful girl's flute. Along with its unique tune, there are the sounds of green clouds. It is a drama, such as pipa and pearls, which are even more strange. Jue, I regret that I heard about it late and my ears are shallow. I should have abandoned Wu Si and read it again. I ordered him to travel to Wu. The pieces of stone are all willing, but they can be easily flat. A spoon in the sword pond shines like a sea seal. As I threw the pen in the air, the clouds opened and the moon came out, and I suddenly found myself among the tiger hills. Because the song said: "My thoughts are hidden in the clouds. I am born in the moon and die in the wind. Suddenly I feel like I am dreaming and I am waking up. I am thinking about the sea again. , the dragon street is bright and the phoenixes are colorful, and I suddenly swim and play, I hope it will not change in the future. "
Yong Yue Ci Fu
Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"
In the Mid-Autumn Festival in Bingchen, I was drunk and drunk at the end of the day. I wrote this article because I was pregnant with a child
When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky? I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that it will be cold in the high places.
Dancing to clear the shadow, how can it be like being in the human world? Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.
Su Shi's "Moon on the West River"
I am in Huangzhou, walking on the Qishui River on a spring night. Go to a restaurant to drink and get drunk. Riding the moon to a bridge over a stream, he untied his saddle and bent his arms, and lay down drunk for a short rest. It's already known. The chaotic mountains are crowded together and the flowing water is sonorous, which seems to be something other than the human world. This sentence is written on the bridge pillar.
The waves are shining brightly in the wild, and the sky is faintly visible across the sky. The barrier of mud has not been resolved, and the arrogance of Jade Cong has not yet been solved. I want to get drunk and sleep on the fragrant grass. It's a pity that the wind and moon in the stream can't be taught to crush Qiong Yao. Undressing the saddle and pillowing on the green poplar bridge, Du Yu heard the spring dawn.
Autumn Night Moon
At first we gathered and dispersed. Then he called her, and there was no reason to meet her face again. In recent days, there will be a feast again unexpectedly. In front of the Lord, in his spare time, he frowned and sighed. It stirs up old sorrows endlessly.
"The Mid-Autumn Banquet Initiated by Hui Dong Tiju" by Wen Tianxiang of the Song Dynasty
Photograph the river folding festival, carrying the clear ice of the painting boat; wait for the moon to raise the glass, and breathe the fragrant bottle into the green net. Worship the falling stars, and make appointments with the bright moon. The city is full of wind and rain, but fortunately the Double Ninth Festival is so close; the country and the mountains are as picturesque as those we once visited in Chibi. The reward is paid by the straw, and the cloth is handed over to the wheel.
[Manjianghong] Mid-Autumn Festival Sends Far Away Song Xin Qiji
Hurry up to the west tower, fearing that the sky will release and the floating clouds will cover the moon.
But the jade-fiber horizontal flute cracked with a single blow. Whoever makes curling in the floating world has the most pity for the jade ax repair season. Ask Chang'e, if she is lonely and cold, if she has any worries, she should have a beautiful hair.
The jade liquid is full and the cup is slippery. Lift up your long sleeves and sing loudly. Sigh, eighty-nine times out of ten, the desire is still lacking. If it's such a long night, the favor may not be appreciated. Turn the past and separation into joy and say it when you return.
Autumn pistil fragrance is cited
Cannot be kept. Time rushes by, and the fragrant orchids rest, and the good flowers fade, but only in a moment. The colorful clouds are easy to scatter and the glass is brittle. On a windy and moonlit night, there are several old traces. Can't bear to think about it. Looking away this time, we will be separated forever. Towards the Immortal Island and on the road back to the underworld, there is no news about either of them.
Xuan Qing Dynasty
The waning moon is hazy, the small banquet is dim, and the return is slightly cold. Carrying silver on my back, I fell asleep alone in the pavilion. I hugged a heavy quilt, and I was drunk and still silent. Time passes by again and again, the joy of the past is gone, and the sadness of separation is just a pillow. Thinking secretly, chasing old memories, the scenery of Shenjing is like a brocade.
I wanted to throw fruit to my friends and had a banquet. I drank heavily at that time. The dancing swallows fluttered and sang, and in front of the Dai Banquet, there were all the gods and immortals. At the end of the night, it became even more sparse and crazy. More generals sleep in phoenix curtains and mandarin ducks. The jade hairpins are in disorder, and they are scattered all over the high sun. This joy
Sauvignon Blanc (Beijing Prostitute)
Painted drums noisy the streets, orchid lanterns fill the city, and the bright moon shines on the city. The night view of Jiangque in the Qing capital, with silver arrows flying in the wind and golden stems exposed. The alleys are criss-crossed. Passing the Pingkang bridle, listen to the singing slowly. Phoenix candles flicker. That person did not cover up the incense screen.
Looking towards the Luoqi bush, I can vaguely recognize the old days, with a light and graceful attitude. She is charming and charming, her smile is still there, and she greets you with intention. The wall is about to be painted, and it is difficult to write sincerity for a long time. Little did he know that famous eunuchs were detained and interrogated, and their charm had been reduced over the years.
Looking at the Han Moon
The bright moon, the bright moon, the bright moon. The struggle is still lacking. Just like young bridegrooms, they meet for a while and then part ways.
It was last year at the threshold of the small building. Thousands of miles of clear light remains the same, the night is eternal and the people are tired of it.
Partridge Sky
The remaining smoke blows into the night wind. A bright moon hangs above the curtain. Because the road is far away, people are still far away, even though our hearts are still in the same bed.
Emotional and profound. Biyun returned without a trace. Only in the past life, love caged the mandarin ducks in two places.
Twelve o'clock (autumn night)
The evening is clear and the moon is covered with light smoke, and the wind is like a wash of toad light. Feel the green tent and the coolness, giving rise to autumn thoughts. The weather is getting colder. Falling leaves knock on the windows, the west wind fills the courtyard, and I can't get up after sleeping. There is more leakage in the throat, dripping worries, and all kinds of emotions are arising, all of which are leaving people worried.
Who knows, at that time, the sentence was very touching. Sometimes in the night, Mingming lies on his pillow and stares at the ground diligently. When the candle is dark, I wake up from wine, and Yuan Lai is in a dream again.
Come to bed and sit alone with your clothes on, all kinds of hopeless feelings. How can I come, harmonize the clouds and rain, and then arrange the remaining fragrant quilts? I pray to heaven that I will never abandon you from now on.
Thin clothes are a first try, green ants are a new taste.
Gradually there is wind, rain and coolness.
The courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken at dusk, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I am worried about the past.
In that eternal night, the bed is empty under the bright moon.
When you hear the sound of an anvil being pounded, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long.
[Nian Nujiao] Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon Ming Wen Zhengming
Osmanthus and floating jade, the streets are all over the sky in the first month, and the night is as cool as a wash. The wind is blowing, my eyebrows are cold and my bones are cold, I am in the Crystal Palace. The dragons are crouching, the temples are swaying, and misty music and songs are boiling. The frost is all over the ground, and it wants to fly across the colorful clouds.
I remember last year on this eve, I was drinking wine at the creek pavilion, and the pale moon and clouds came and went. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were no longer a dream yesterday, but the autumn scenery is like this in the blink of an eye. The green bird comes to the west, Chang'e repays me, and the good times are approaching. A message to my husband and wife, don’t let Guanghan get drunk.
"Looking at the Moon at Qinhuai" by Pan Zhiheng, Ming Dynasty
On the Mid-Autumn Festival in Wuwu, I climbed up Tiger Hill to see the moon and thought about Qinhuai. After several glances, the moonlight was as bright as day, and Li Ji, Jin and Wang, were the only ones to be seen among thousands of people, but the moon couldn't be more surprising. At that time, all those who were good at music gathered in Jinling and listened to it at midnight. At the end of the day, I lived in Jinling and had seen Yuanpo seven times. As soon as Jin was about to leave, the people of Qinhuai said: "Hu Yao didn't think about it, but he left after thinking about it. The general thought about it again." He stopped with emotion. Since the winding of the string, it has been like Wu. If it lasts for almost two nights and then suddenly loses it, then people may be better than Wu. It is not people who win but love. The sound of Wu is heard competing on the bank of the Qingxi River, and the one who wins with true love in the pavilion will present Yuan Nu's pearls and colorful girl's flute. Along with its unique tune, there are the sounds of green clouds. It is a drama, such as pipa and pearls, which are even more strange. Jue, I regret that I heard about it late and my ears are shallow. I should have abandoned Wu Si and read it again. I ordered him to travel to Wu. The pieces of stone are all willing, but they can be easily flat. A spoon in the sword pond shines like a sea seal. As I threw the pen in the air, the clouds opened and the moon came out, and I suddenly found myself among the tiger hills. Because the song said: "My thoughts are hidden in the clouds. I am born in the moon and die in the wind. Suddenly I feel like I am dreaming and I am waking up. I am thinking about the sea again. , the dragon street is bright and the phoenixes are colorful, and I suddenly swim and play, I hope it will not change in the future. "
Yong Yue Ci Fu
Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"
In the Mid-Autumn Festival in Bingchen, I was drunk and drunk at the end of the day. I wrote this article because I was pregnant with a child
When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky? I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that it will be cold in the high places.
Dancing to clear the shadow, how can it be like being in the human world? Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.
Su Shi's "Moon on the West River"
I am in Huangzhou, walking on the Qishui River on a spring night. Go to a restaurant to drink and get drunk. Riding the moon to a bridge over a stream, he untied his saddle and bent his arms, and lay down drunk for a short rest. It's already known. The chaotic mountains are crowded together and the flowing water is sonorous, which seems to be something other than the human world. This sentence is written on the bridge pillar.
The waves are shining brightly in the wild, and the sky is faintly visible across the sky. The barrier of mud has not been resolved, and the arrogance of Jade Cong has not yet been solved. I want to get drunk and sleep on the fragrant grass. It's a pity that the wind and moon in the stream can't be taught to crush Qiong Yao. Undressing the saddle and pillowing on the green poplar bridge, Du Yu heard the spring dawn.
Autumn Night Moon
At first we gathered and dispersed. Then he called her, and there was no reason to meet her face again. In recent days, there will be a feast again unexpectedly. In front of the Lord, in his spare time, he frowned and sighed. It stirs up old sorrows endlessly.
"The Mid-Autumn Banquet Initiated by Hui Dong Tiju" by Wen Tianxiang of the Song Dynasty
Photograph the river folding festival, carrying the clear ice of the painting boat; wait for the moon to raise the glass, and breathe the fragrant bottle into the green net. Worship the falling stars, and make appointments with the bright moon. The city is full of wind and rain, but fortunately the Double Ninth Festival is so close; the country and the mountains are as picturesque as those we once visited in Chibi. The reward is paid by the straw, and the cloth is handed over to the wheel.
[Manjianghong] Mid-Autumn Festival Sends Far Away Song Xin Qiji
Hurry up to the west tower, fearing that the sky will release and the floating clouds will cover the moon. But the jade-fiber horizontal flute cracked with a single blow. Whoever makes curling in the floating world has the most pity for the jade ax repair season. Ask Chang'e, if she is lonely and cold, if she has any worries, she should have a beautiful hair.
The jade liquid is full and the cup is slippery. Lift up your long sleeves and sing loudly. Sigh, eighty-nine times out of ten, the desire is still lacking. If it's such a long night, the favor may not be appreciated. Turn the past and separation into joy and say it when you return.
Autumn pistil fragrance is cited
Cannot be kept. Time rushes by, and the fragrant orchids rest, and the good flowers fade, but only in a moment. The colorful clouds are easy to scatter and the glass is brittle. On a windy and moonlit night, there are several old traces. Can't bear to think about it. Looking away this time, we will be separated forever. Towards the Immortal Island and on the road back to the underworld, there is no news about either of them.
Xuan Qing Dynasty
The waning moon is hazy, the small banquet is dim, and the return is slightly cold. Carrying silver on my back, I fell asleep alone in the pavilion. I hugged a heavy quilt, and I was drunk and still silent. Time passes by again and again, the joy of the past is gone, and the sadness of separation is just a pillow. Thinking secretly, chasing old memories, the scenery of Shenjing is like a brocade.
I wanted to throw fruit to my friends and had a banquet. I drank heavily at that time. The dancing swallows fluttered and sang, and in front of the Dai Banquet, there were all the gods and immortals. At the end of the night, it became even more sparse and crazy. More generals sleep in phoenix curtains and mandarin ducks. The jade hairpins are in disorder, and they are scattered all over the high sun. This joy
Sauvignon Blanc (Beijing Prostitute)
Painted drums noisy the streets, orchid lanterns fill the city, and the bright moon shines on the city. The night view of Jiangque in the Qing capital, with silver arrows flying in the wind and golden stems exposed. The alleys are criss-crossed. Passing the Pingkang bridle, listen to the singing slowly. Phoenix candles flicker. That person did not cover up the incense screen.
Looking towards the Luoqi bush, I can vaguely recognize the old days, with a light and graceful attitude. She is charming and charming, her smile is still there, and she greets you with intention. The wall is about to be painted, and it is difficult to write sincerity for a long time. Little did he know that famous eunuchs were detained and interrogated, and their charm had been reduced over the years.
Looking at the Han Moon
The bright moon, the bright moon, the bright moon. The struggle is still lacking. Just like young bridegrooms, they meet for a while and then part ways.
It was last year at the threshold of the small building. Thousands of miles of clear light remains the same, the night is eternal and the people are tired of it.
Partridge Sky
The remaining smoke blows into the night wind. A bright moon hangs above the curtain. Because the road is far away, people are still far away, even though our hearts are still in the same bed.
Emotional and profound. Biyun returned without a trace. Only in the past life, love caged the mandarin ducks in two places.
Twelve o'clock (autumn night)
The evening is clear and the moon is covered with light smoke, and the wind is like a wash of toad light. Feel the green tent and the coolness, giving rise to autumn thoughts. The weather is getting colder. Falling leaves knock on the windows, the west wind fills the courtyard, and I can't get up after sleeping. There is more leakage in the throat, dripping worries, and all kinds of emotions are arising, all of which are leaving people worried.
Who knows, at that time, the sentence was very touching. Sometimes in the night, Mingming lies on his pillow and stares at the ground diligently. When the candle is dark, I wake up from wine, and Yuan Lai is in a dream again.
Come to bed and sit alone with your clothes on, all kinds of hopeless feelings. How can I come, harmonize the clouds and rain, and then arrange the remaining fragrant quilts? I pray to heaven that I will never abandon you from now on.
Thin clothes are a first try, green ants are a new taste.
Gradually there is wind, rain and coolness.
The courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken at dusk, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I am worried about the past.
In that eternal night, the bed is empty under the bright moon.
When you hear the sound of an anvil being pounded, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long.
[Nian Nujiao] Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon Ming Wen Zhengming
Osmanthus and floating jade, the streets are all over the sky in the first month, and the night is as cool as a wash. The wind is blowing, my eyebrows are cold and my bones are cold, I am in the Crystal Palace. The dragons are crouching, the temples are swaying, and misty music and songs are boiling. The frost is all over the ground, and it wants to fly across the colorful clouds.
I remember last year on this eve, I was drinking wine at the creek pavilion, and the pale moon and clouds came and went. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were no longer a dream yesterday, but the autumn scenery is like this in the blink of an eye. The green bird comes to the west, Chang'e repays me, and the good times are approaching. A message to my husband and wife, don’t let Guanghan get drunk.
"Looking at the Moon at Qinhuai" by Pan Zhiheng, Ming Dynasty
On the Mid-Autumn Festival in Wuwu, I climbed up Tiger Hill to see the moon and thought about Qinhuai. After several glances, the moonlight was as bright as day, and Li Ji, Jin and Wang, were the only ones to be seen among thousands of people, but the moon couldn't be more surprising. At that time, all those who were good at music gathered in Jinling and listened to it at midnight. At the end of the day, I lived in Jinling and had seen Yuanpo seven times. As soon as Jin was about to leave, the people of Qinhuai said: "Hu Yao didn't think about it, but he left after thinking about it. The general thought about it again." He stopped with emotion. Since the winding of the string, it has been like Wu. If it lasts for almost two nights and then suddenly loses it, then people may be better than Wu. It is not people who win but love.
The sound of Wu is heard competing on the bank of the Qingxi River, and the one who wins with true love in the pavilion will present Yuan Nu's pearls and colorful girl's flute. Along with its unique tune, there are the sounds of green clouds. It is a drama, such as pipa and pearls, which are even more strange. Jue, I regret that I heard about it late and my ears are shallow. I should have abandoned Wu Si and read it again. I ordered him to travel to Wu. The pieces of stone are all willing, but they can be easily flat. A spoon in the sword pond shines like a sea seal. As I threw the pen in the air, the clouds opened and the moon came out, and I suddenly found myself among the tiger hills. Because the song said: "My thoughts are hidden in the clouds. I am born in the moon and die in the wind. Suddenly I feel like I am dreaming and I am waking up. I am thinking about the sea again. , the dragon street is bright and the phoenixes are colorful, and I suddenly swim and play, I hope it will not change in the future. "
Yong Yue Ci Fu
Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"
In the Mid-Autumn Festival in Bingchen, I was drunk and drunk at the end of the day. I wrote this article because I was pregnant with a child
When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky? I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that it will be cold in the high places.
Dancing to clear the shadow, how can it be like being in the human world? Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.
Su Shi's "Moon on the West River"
I am in Huangzhou, walking on the Qishui River on a spring night. Go to a restaurant to drink and get drunk. Riding the moon to a bridge over a stream, he untied his saddle and bent his arms, and lay down drunk for a short rest. It's already known. The chaotic mountains are crowded together and the flowing water is sonorous, which seems to be something other than the human world. This sentence is written on the bridge pillar.
The waves are shining brightly in the wild, and the sky is faintly visible across the sky. The barrier of mud has not been resolved, and the arrogance of Jade Cong has not yet been solved. I want to get drunk and sleep on the fragrant grass. It's a pity that the wind and moon in the stream can't be taught to crush Qiong Yao. Undressing the saddle and pillowing on the green poplar bridge, Du Yu heard the spring dawn.
Autumn Night Moon
At first we gathered and dispersed. Then he called her, and there was no reason to meet her face again. In recent days, there will be a feast again unexpectedly. In front of the Lord, in his spare time, he frowned and sighed. It stirs up old sorrows endlessly.
"The Mid-Autumn Banquet Initiated by Hui Dong Tiju" by Wen Tianxiang of the Song Dynasty
Photograph the river folding festival, carrying the clear ice of the painting boat; wait for the moon to raise the glass, and breathe the fragrant bottle into the green net. Worship the falling stars, and make appointments with the bright moon. The city is full of wind and rain, but fortunately the Double Ninth Festival is so close; the country and the mountains are as picturesque as those we once visited in Chibi. The reward is paid by the straw, and the cloth is handed over to the wheel.
[Manjianghong] Mid-Autumn Festival Sends Far Away Song Xin Qiji
Hurry up to the west tower, fearing that the sky will release and the floating clouds will cover the moon. But the jade-fiber horizontal flute cracked with a single blow. Whoever makes curling in the floating world has the most pity for the jade ax repair season. Ask Chang'e, if she is lonely and cold, if she has any worries, she should have a beautiful hair.
The jade liquid is full and the cup is slippery. Lift up your long sleeves and sing loudly. Sigh, eighty-nine times out of ten, the desire is still lacking. If it's such a long night, the favor may not be appreciated. Turn the past and separation into joy and say it when you return.
Autumn pistil fragrance is cited
Cannot be kept. Time rushes by, and the fragrant orchids rest, and the good flowers fade, but only in a moment. The colorful clouds are easy to scatter and the glass is brittle. On a windy and moonlit night, there are several old traces. Can't bear to think about it. Looking away this time, we will be separated forever. Towards the Immortal Island and on the road back to the underworld, there is no news about either of them.
Xuan Qing Dynasty
The waning moon is hazy, the small banquet is dim, and the return is slightly cold. Carrying silver on my back, I fell asleep alone in the pavilion. I hugged a heavy quilt, and I was drunk and still silent. Time passes by again and again, the joy of the past is gone, and the sadness of separation is just a pillow. Thinking secretly, chasing old memories, the scenery of Shenjing is like a brocade.
I wanted to throw fruit to my friends and had a banquet. I drank heavily at that time. The dancing swallows fluttered and sang, and in front of the Dai Banquet, there were all the gods and immortals. At the end of the night, it became even more sparse and crazy. More generals sleep in phoenix curtains and mandarin ducks. The jade hairpins are in disorder, and they are scattered all over the high sun. This joy
Sauvignon Blanc (Beijing Prostitute)
Painted drums noisy the streets, orchid lanterns fill the city, and the bright moon shines on the city. The night view of Jiangque in the Qing capital, with silver arrows flying in the wind and golden stems exposed. The alleys are criss-crossed. Passing the Pingkang bridle, listen to the singing slowly. Phoenix candles flicker. That person did not cover up the incense screen.
Looking towards the Luoqi bush, I can vaguely recognize the old days, with a light and graceful attitude. She is charming and charming, her smile is still there, and she greets you with intention. The wall is about to be painted, and it is difficult to write sincerity for a long time. Little did he know that famous eunuchs were detained and interrogated, and their charm had been reduced over the years.
Looking at the Han Moon
The bright moon, the bright moon, the bright moon. The struggle is still lacking. Just like young bridegrooms, they meet for a while and then part ways.
It was last year at the threshold of the small building. Thousands of miles of clear light remains the same, the night is eternal and the people are tired of it.
Partridge Sky
The remaining smoke blows into the night wind. A bright moon hangs above the curtain. Because the road is far away, people are still far away, even though our hearts are still in the same bed.
Emotional and profound. Biyun returned without a trace. Only in the past life, love caged the mandarin ducks in two places.
Twelve o'clock (autumn night)
The evening is clear and the moon is covered with light smoke, and the wind is like a wash of toad light. Feel the green tent and the coolness, giving rise to autumn thoughts. The weather is getting colder. Falling leaves knock on the windows, the west wind fills the courtyard, and I can't get up after sleeping. There is more leakage in the throat, dripping worries, and all kinds of emotions are arising, all of which are leaving people worried.
Who knows, at that time, the sentence was very touching. Sometimes in the night, Mingming lies on his pillow and stares at the ground diligently. When the candle is dark, I wake up from wine, and Yuan Lai is in a dream again.
Come to bed and sit alone with your clothes on, all kinds of hopeless feelings. How can I come, harmonize the clouds and rain, and then arrange the remaining fragrant quilts? I pray to heaven that I will never abandon you from now on.
Thin clothes are a first try, green ants are a new taste.
Gradually there is wind, rain and coolness.
The courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken at dusk, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I am worried about the past.
In that eternal night, the bed is empty under the bright moon.
When you hear the sound of an anvil being pounded, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long.
[Nian Nujiao] Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon Ming Wen Zhengming
Osmanthus and floating jade, the streets are all over the sky in the first month, and the night is as cool as a wash. The wind is blowing, my eyebrows are cold and my bones are cold, I am in the Crystal Palace. The dragons are crouching, the temples are swaying, and misty music and songs are boiling. The frost is all over the ground, and it wants to fly across the colorful clouds.
I remember last year on this eve, I was drinking wine at the creek pavilion, and the pale moon and clouds came and went. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were no longer a dream yesterday, but the autumn scenery is like this in the blink of an eye. The green bird comes to the west, Chang'e repays me, and the good times are approaching. A message to my husband and wife, don’t let Guanghan get drunk.
"Looking at the Moon at Qinhuai" by Pan Zhiheng, Ming Dynasty
On the Mid-Autumn Festival in Wuwu, I climbed up Tiger Hill to see the moon and thought about Qinhuai. After several glances, the moonlight was as bright as day, and Li Ji, Jin and Wang, were the only ones to be seen among thousands of people, but the moon couldn't be more surprising. At that time, all those who were good at music gathered in Jinling and listened to it at midnight. At the end of the day, I lived in Jinling and had seen Yuanpo seven times. As soon as Jin was about to leave, the people of Qinhuai said: "Hu Yao didn't think about it, but he left after thinking about it. The general thought about it again." He stopped with emotion. Since the winding of the string, it has been like Wu. If it lasts for almost two nights and then suddenly loses it, then people may be better than Wu. It is not people who win but love. The sound of Wu is heard competing on the bank of the Qingxi River, and the one who wins with true love in the pavilion will present Yuan Nu's pearls and colorful girl's flute. Along with its unique tune, there are the sounds of green clouds. It is a drama, such as pipa and pearls, which are even more strange. Jue, I regret that I heard about it late and my ears are shallow. I should have abandoned Wu Si and read it again. I ordered him to travel to Wu. The pieces of stone are all willing, but they can be easily flat. A spoon in the sword pond shines like a sea seal. As I threw the pen in the air, the clouds opened and the moon came out, and I suddenly found myself among the tiger hills. Because the song said: "My thoughts are hidden in the clouds. I am born in the moon and die in the wind. Suddenly I feel like I am dreaming and I am waking up. I am thinking about the sea again. , the dragon street is bright and the phoenixes are colorful, and I suddenly come to swim and play, I hope it will not change in the future.
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