There are few stars in the moon, and magpies are flying south. I want to circle the tree three times, but which branch can I rely on?
The bright moon is frightened by the branches, and the cicadas are chirping in the breeze in the middle of the night. (Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River")
In the morning, I went to sort out the wasteland and filth, and returned home with a hoe in the moonlight. (Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields")
The sun and the moon are as if they are out of it; the stars are brilliant as if they are out of it. (Cao Cao's "Viewing the Sea")
I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon and follow you to the west of the night. (Li Bai "I heard that Wang Changling moved to the left and Long Biaoyuan sent this message")
When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. (Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou")
The mountains are high and the moon is small, but the water will reveal the rocks. (Su Shi's "Hou Chibi Fu")
When I raise my head, I forget the bright moon, and when I lower my head, I miss my hometown. (Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts")
From now on, if you can take advantage of the moonlight leisurely, you can knock on the door at night with a stick. (Lu You's "Visiting Shanxi Village")
The sky is wide and the trees are low, the river is clear and the moon is close to the people. (Meng Haoran's "Su Jiandejiang")
The Tian family has few free months, but in May people are twice as busy. (Li Bai's "Traveling is Difficult" (Part 1))
The smoke cage is cold, the moon is caged in the sand, and I stay in Qinhuai at night near a restaurant. (Du Mu's "Porting Qinhuai")
Speechless, I went up to the west tower alone, the moon was like a hook. (Li Yu's "Happy Meeting")
When I look in the mirror at dawn, I am worried about the clouds on my temples. When I sing at night, I should feel the cold moonlight. (Li Shangyin's "Untitled")
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. (Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Song Tou: When will the bright moon come")
It is dark on the sand and on the pond, and the clouds break and the moon comes to make shadows on the flowers. (Zhang Guang's "Fairy")
Under the moon, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds form a sea tower. (Li Bai's "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate")
The pear blossom courtyard is full of moonlight, and the catkins and ponds are lightly blown by the wind. (Yan Shu's "Implication")
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine back on me? (Wang Anshi's "Mooring at Guazhou")
Looking up at the bright moon, lowering your head to think about your hometown. (Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts")
The bright moon shines among the pines. Qingquan Stone flows upstream. (Wang Wei's "Mountain Residence in Autumn")
The wild geese fly high in the dark moon, and the Chanyu escapes at night. (Lu Lun's "Song under the Sai")
When I was young, I didn't know the moon, so I called it a white jade plate. (Li Bai's "Gu Lang Yue Xing")
The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. (Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan")
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. (Du Fu's "Remembering My Brother-in-law on a Moonlit Night")
Toast your glass to the bright moon, and look at each other to form three people. (Li Bai's "Drinking Alone under the Moon")
The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty was close to the Han Dynasty, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned. (Wang Changling's "Out of the Fortress")
The bird stayed in the tree beside the pond, and the monk knocked on the door under the moon. (Jia Dao's "Inscribed on Li Ning's Residence in Seclusion")
People deep in the forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine. (Wang Wei's "Zhuli Pavilion")
When the moon rises, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream; (Wang Wei's "Birds Singing in the Stream")
The moon sets and the sky is filled with crows and frost. , Jiang Feng Yuhuo versus Chou Mian.
The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. ("Thoughts on a Quiet Night" by Li Bai)
The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. ("Spring Hope" by Du Fu)
Poor Yue in the boudoir, who grew up in the Han family camp. (Shen Quanqi's "Miscellaneous Poems")
In the dark moon, I can see the fishing lanterns, and there is only a single light of firefly. (Zha Shenxing's "What You See in Zhou Ye Shu")
Poor on the third night of September, the dew is like pearls and the moon is like a bow. (Bai Juyi's "Dusk River Song")
Be encouraged in time, time waits for no one. (Tao Qian's "Miscellaneous Poems")
The moon and stars are rare
Some people say that life is a deep sea
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Suddenly becomes strange; between existence and non-being
Undercurrent surges, river-like language
Shouting, emptying the air
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I have sat down in despair
I feel cold, I keep watch
Door of rejection
Knowing that I never knew you
Don’t know what can be done
The last thing is to get back to the road
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The moon and stars are sparse, but the feelings remain the same
Some people say that life is the deepest and darkest time
The waves come and go , boundless loneliness
Driven by imagination, hidden water and fire
Show me the bitterness of those tears
The river in my heart is always It's both fantasy and reality
I can let it go, the moon and stars are scarce at this time
It's only fate that is fickle, look at those past events
Smiling, calm, like a dream Zhonghua
Will you remember? When I forget
Do you know? The Moon and the Stars Are Scary
I laughed, I hope you laughed too
Singing while drinking, what is life like?
Like morning dew, it will be more painful every day.
Generosity should be treated with generosity, and worries will be unforgettable.
The only solution to worries is Du Kang.
Qingqing Zijin, my heart is leisurely.
But for the sake of your Majesty, I still ponder it.
Yo yo, the deer roars, eating apples in the wild.
I have a guest who plays the drum, harp and sheng.
It’s as bright as the moon, when can you shake it off?
Worry comes from it and cannot be cut off.
The more unfamiliar you are, the more you cross the border, the more useless you are.
We talked about the banquet, thinking about old kindness.
The moon and stars are few and far between, and magpies are flying south.
Walking around the tree three times, where is the branch to lean on?
The mountains never get too high and the sea never gets too deep.
When Duke Zhou spits out food, the world returns to its heart.