Yan Shu's Mid-Autumn Moon
Ten rounds of frost shadows turn to court, and tonight is a lonely corner.
Su E may have no regrets, but Yuchan is lonely and lonely.
Su Shi's "When will the water adjust the bright moon"?
When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. There should be no hate, and nothing can be done. People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Moon
The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts.
This life is not a good night. Where will the bright moon look next year?
Su Shi's Bodhisattva Man
At the beginning of painting eaves, the crescent moon hangs, and the lonely light is not full.
Recognize the jade curtain hook from a distance, and Tiansun will wash and dress the building.
Su Shi's Xijiang Moon
According to the wild shallow waves, the sky is faint.
I want to get drunk and sleep on the grass.
It's a pity that a romantic wind didn't teach you to crush Qiong Yao.
Take off your saddle and rest at Qingyang Bridge, and there will be the sound of spring dawn in Du Yu.
Su Shi's Moon on Autumn Night
At first, we were together. Then call it. There's no reason to see Iraq again.
In recent days, I unexpectedly want to eat a big meal again.
In respect and leisure, I gathered my eyebrows and sighed.
Arouse old worries.
, Li's "Shui Long Yin Yue"
Tired of traveling in Luo Jing, no one asked about the sick wine at night.
Nine curves of light snow, thousands of pale doors, the Lantern Festival is near.
Xiangmei bamboo shoots, frozen pool noodles, a spring letter.
I still remember that the south building was drunk and the west side was feasting, regardless of it, people were sleepy in spring.
A few years later, people were surprised that Pan Lang was in his temple.
The posture at that time, the mood now, should be thin.
Immediately lean against the wall, even if you catch a glimpse, it is difficult to recognize each other.
I dried my tears and ironed my collar.
Li's "Duck's Head Singing the Moon"
It is cloudy in the evening and glass in the daytime. Rotten silver plate, from the bottom of the sea, bright and colorful. No dust, Su E is there; Quiet and countable, osmanthus is uneven. There is nothing better than this in a year when the dew is high and the golden wind is not strong. Sedentary, fireflies are rare, and black magpies fly south.
Yaotai is cold, the fence is dry and warm, and getting off slowly. Say goodbye to beautiful people, we must solve the suffering of lovesickness. Most concerned, the missing sound is forever, secretly heartbroken, and the shadow of the flower is stolen. It is expected that the night will come, the light will not decrease, and the weather will be cloudy or sunny. * * * Love, not now, or every other year. People are strong, bright and flat, and they are willing to follow each other.
Ouyang Xiu's Looking at the South of the Yangtze River
Willow in the south of the Yangtze River is soft. When the flowers fall, they touch the wine lamp and the wicker blows under their heads. Everyone is romantic.
The moon in Jiangnan is as complicated as a mirror. Like a mirror, it doesn't invade your face, like a hook without hanging a curtain. Dragons are pressed to leave their sorrows.
Wang Qi sees Jiangnan
Jiangnan, the west building is full of clear nights. Clouds fall and ice spit, and jade sinks and waves are deep. When does this round end?
The stars are shining, and the wind is exposed to the new autumn. Dangui doesn't know how to get rid of her hatred, so Su E should believe that she won't leave her sadness. The sky is very long.
Yang Wanli's good things are near.
Before Ramadan, go to Wanhua Valley.
It's not like there is no moon in a house, and bamboo is cultivated in a separate court.
It's thirteen nights now, and the moonlight is like jade.
This is not Qiu Guang. Look, fifteen or sixteen.
Yang Wanli's Mid-Autumn Moon
I am familiar with the Mid-Autumn Festival every year, and I am facing the water alone tonight.
The red light is reflected on the other side of the river, and the lights on both sides of the river are red all over the sky.
The wildfire on the river bank will go out in three days, and the noise of thousands of miles will work.
Pity this autumn, there is no moon, and I sleep alone in the cold afternoon.
Tears sigh at night, where is the lingering sound.
Before, sad articles, but today, I look at them patiently.
Back in Tomb-Sweeping Day the year before last, Iraqis accompanied Yan Erchang.
Each other's articles hit each other, and the thin shadows are clear, taking care of each other.
Walking together, riding a * * * lingering, this situation can be traced back to the West.
Dazzling in the dawn of the East, Leng Yue's cold stars are returning together.
Today's lonely shadow is sad for the blue sky and first frost.
The heart is a thousand miles long and the soul dreams with the river.
A glass of bright moon, Beidou silver plate is gone.
In the past, people and the moon could go with each other, but now they are indifferent to Xuanyuan.
On * * * People's hearts are often different, so why look back?
Raise a glass and ask the sky to sigh, bow your head and tear through the sky.
The only way to do it is to send sorrow, so the old friend looks forward to meeting again for a long time.
Yang Wanli's Niannujiao Mid-Autumn Festival
The moon is in the sky, shining on high-rise buildings, and the cloisters are beautifully carved.
The moth's eyebrows are tight, the jade arms are thin, and the fence is empty and looks west.
The autumn wind is blowing, and the yellow leaves are rustling, so why worry about you?
Looking at the night, I can only see running water.
The brocade book entrusts Chang 'e, and Chang 'e does not solve her worries.
People love you! Rain or shine, the moon is always there, and people are always annoyed.
The joys and sorrows can't be helped by people, and the full moon is empty.
Gifts are hard to find, cherish the youth travel in this life.
Liu Kezhuang's "Qing Ping Le Wan Yue on May 15th"
The wind is high and the waves are urgent, and Wan Li rides a toad.
I used to know E's true posture. She had no makeup.
I swam around the Yinzhu Palace and looked down at the foggy air.
When I am drunk, I shake the laurel tree. This world is called cool breeze.
Xin Qiji's "Man Jiang Hong Mid-Autumn Festival Farewell"
Go to the West Building before it's too late for Yun Zheyue.
But when he called, the jade flute cracked with a loud noise.
Who let curling float in the world, the most pitiful to the husband.
Ask Chang 'e, lonely and cold, do you have any worries? It should be Fahua.
Jade liquid is full, and Joan's cup is slippery. Dance with long sleeves, sing and swallow saliva.
Nine times out of ten, it still needs grinding.
It's so late to make a long circle, and human feelings may not see farewell.
Put the past and hate together and return to it.
Xin Qiji's Introduction to Autumn Juice
Can't stay. Time flies, but when Xie Lan is released, the flowers fade, but in an instant. Color clouds are easy to disperse and glass is fragile, which is a problem before inspection.
On a romantic night, there are several traces of the past. Endure thinking and memory. This kind of retrospect is broken and eternal.
When we reached Xiandao and Guiming Road, there was no news.
Xin Qiji's "Xuan Qing"
The waning moon is dim, the banquet is dim, and the return is light and cold. Go back to the Silver Solitary Hall and have a sleep first. I'm heavy.