Mid-Autumn Festival
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Han and Wei Poems
1. Ancient poems with bright moon and bright night light
The bright moon shines brightly at night, causing the weaving to sing on the east wall.
Yuheng refers to Meng Dong, how can all the stars align.
White dew touches weeds, and the seasons suddenly change.
Autumn cicadas sing among the trees, and black birds pass away peacefully.
In the past, my fellow disciples held high and vibrated the six feathers.
If you don’t want to join hands, you will abandon me like a relic.
There is a fight in the south and the north, and the oxen cannot bear the yoke.
What good is a false reputation if there is no solid foundation?
2. The bright moon is so bright in the ancient poem
The bright moon is so bright, it shines on my bed curtains.
Sorrowful and unable to sleep, I pick up my clothes and wander around.
Although it is a pleasant trip, it is better to return home early.
When I go out and feel alone, who should I sue for my worries?
The leader returned to the room and shed tears on his clothes.
3. Song of Resentment
The fresh cracks are pure and fresh, as fresh and clean as frost and snow.
Cut it into an albizia fan, which looks like a bright moon.
Going in and out of your sleeves, shaking in the breeze.
I am often afraid that when autumn comes, the coolness will overtake the heat.
Abandon the donation box and put it in the basket, and the kindness will be eliminated.
Tang Poetry
1. Li Bai: Guanshan Moon
The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds.
The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass.
The Han Dynasty descended to the Baideng Road, and the Hu took a peek at the Qinghai Bay.
The land was conquered, but no one returned.
The garrison guests looked at the side with a sad look on their faces as they thought about returning home.
The tall building is like this night, and I have no time to sigh.
2. Li Bai: Drinking alone under the moon
A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.
Toast a glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people.
The moon does not know how to drink, but its shadow follows me.
While the moon is about to be shadowed, we must have fun until spring.
My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.
They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk.
We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan.
3. Li Bai: Night Thoughts
The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown.
4. Liu Fangping: Moon Night
The moonlight is deeper than half of the house, and the Beidou is tilted to the south.
Tonight I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green window screen.
5. Li Shangyin: Chang'e
The shadows of candles on the mica screen are deep, and the long river gradually sets and the dawn stars sink.
Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and her heart will be filled with blue sea and blue sky every night.
Tang Poetry
6. Du Fu: Reminiscing about the Brother-in-law on a Moonlit Night
Guarding drums interrupts the line of people, and there is a sound of wild geese on the edge of autumn.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.
The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops did not stop.
7. Zhang Jiuling: Look at the moon and embrace the distance
The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.
Lover complains about the distant night, but lovesickness arises 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.
8. Li Shangyin: Frost Moon
When I first heard that the geese were flying, there were no more cicadas.
A hundred feet high, the water reached the sky.
The young girl Su'e can withstand the cold,
Double with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon
9. Meng Haoran: There is a pregnant woman under the autumn moon
The bright moon hangs in the autumn sky, moistened by the dew.
The startled magpies have not settled yet, and the flying fireflies roll in behind the curtain.
The cold shadows of the locust tree in the courtyard are sparse, and the neighboring pestle sounds urgently at night.
How long the good times are! Standing looking at the sky.
Poems about Qingming Festival
Qingming Day
Li Jianxun of the Tang Dynasty
They all brought wine to look for fragrance, while I closed the door alone and was quiet sleep.
Only the poplar flowers seem to be looking for each other, and they return to the bed when the wind blows.
Husi Qingming Night Reminisces
Li Qunyu of the Tang Dynasty
The fragrance of flowers in the dark willows makes me sleepless, and I think about the danger alone.
The wild clouds carry the rain across the moon, and the sandbirds fly far into the sky with their voices.
I have abandoned my younger siblings to hunger and cold for a long time, and remember our reunion every time.
We will have cold wine and dinner next year, but we haven’t decided where to go in Pingpeng.
Climb up the city and look out after the Qingming Festival
Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty
Landscape After the Qingming Festival, the clouds and mountains look out in front of you.
A hundred flowers are as old as before, and new smoke is coming out of thousands of wells.
There is no open space in the color of grass, and the river flows into the distant sky.
Where is Chang'an? It points to the sunset.
Walking with Friends on the Qujiang River on the Qingming Day
Tang Luoyin
You and Tian Su are on an old trip, and I am also prepared for our relationship.
Isolated under the Yellow Spring for two years, the water is desolate every day.
The gulls seem to be able to control physics, and the apricot blossoms accompany people with sorrow.
Widowed wives and young children should eat cold food and shed tears when looking at Jiangling in the distance.
Qingming is the event
Tang Meng Haoran
The Qingming Festival is important in the emperor, and people are worried about themselves.
The sound of cars is heard on the road, and the east city is green with willows.
Flowers and grasses grow together, and the orioles and butterflies perform.
Sitting in an empty hall and reminiscing about each other, drinking tea and chatting while getting drunk.
Qingming Festival
Sun Changyin of the Tang Dynasty
In the late spring of Qingming Festival, I gazed at the northern mountain frontier.
The flint fire blooms new flames, and the tung blossoms sprout old branches.
Shen Ming is ashamed of his new year's gifts, and banquets prevent friends from knowing him.
Not as good as the birds in the forest, they move around and feather their feathers together.
Reminiscing about my brothers on the Qingming Day
Tang Wei Yingwu
Cold food is often used to treat diseases, and the clothes are open and the clothes are tight.
Finally, I miss my old county, and the fireworks fill Qingchuan.
The apricot porridge is still edible, and the elm soup has been slightly fried.
I just hate that my good friend Yan has to sit and spend this beautiful year.
Qingming Festival in Chang'an
Weizhuang in Tang Dynasty
Fleas hurt spring dreams and rainy days, but they can make the grass more luxuriant.
The internal officials gave Qingming fire at the beginning, and the prime minister divided the money among them.
The purple streets are hissing, the red ones are screaming, and the green poplars are high, reflecting the swings.
Visitors remember the peaceful events and secretly rejoice that the scenery is as good as in the past.
Qingming Day
Tang Wen Tingyun
In the fan painted by Qing'e, the spring trees are red with tulips.
When you go out, you are exposed to the dew of flowers, and you return to the weak willow wind.
The horse is arrogant and avoids it, and the chicken is scared to open the cage.
Who sent out the zhetan? The oriole is separated from the Forbidden City.
Having a banquet with Hu Langzhong in Jinzhou at the Yuxi Pavilion on the Tomb-Sweeping Day
Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty
A new fire breaks out in the county, and the rain in Gaozhai is clear.
Cherish the flowers and invite guests to enjoy them, and encourage wine to encourage singing.
*** Move the feast when you are drunk, and stay in the happy city to close the twilight.
When politics is idle, there is banquet, and when the piano is built, there is distant love.
On Qingming Day, I went from Xiwuqiao to Guayan Village.
Tang Zhangji
Longmen rain in the late morning and spring wind in Ruxue.
The road is quiet when birds are singing, and the buildings are ruined by flowers.
Ming Yu is ashamed of his generation and imitates the old man in hanging silk.
The old tourists have disappeared, and I feel melancholy in the east of Luocheng.
Qingming Festival in Jiangnan
Zheng Zhun of Tang Dynasty
In the four years of Wushan Chuyi, his appearance changed every time he saw Qingming Festival.
The wind blows all night long, and the time changes with the wine.
Climbing flowers outside Yanxing Gate to say goodbye, quarrying stones at the head of the river with rain.
What is the purpose of infinite return? There are many obstacles on the roadside.
Qingming Festival
Gao Zhu of the Song Dynasty
There are many tombs on the hills in the north and south, and the Qingming Festival is different.
The ashes of paper fly into white butterflies, and the tears and blood turn into red cuckoos.
The fox sleeps on the grave at sunset, and the children return home at night in front of the laughing lamp.
If there is wine in life, you must be drunk. Never does a drop reach Jiuquan.
Qingming Festival
Song Dynasty Huang Tingjian
On the Qingming Festival, the peaches and plums smile, and the wild fields and graves only produce sorrow.
Thunder shook the sky and earth, dragons and snakes stung, and rain fell on the grass and trees in the countryside.
People beg for sacrifices for their arrogant concubines, and it is unfair for scholars to be burned to death.
The wise and foolish know who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil and grass.
Qingming Festival
Wang Yu of the Song Dynasty
Spending the Qingming Festival without flowers and wine, the mood is as dull as a wild monk.
Yesterday the neighbor was begging for a new fire, and Xiao Chuang was given a reading lamp.
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