When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? 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. Author: Su Shi Mid-Autumn Festival, drunk, writing this article, and pregnant. When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. ... turn to Zhuge, low-lying households, sleepless. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of ups and downs. It was difficult to accomplish in ancient times.
Li Bai's "Xie Tiao Lou Yunshu Farewell to Xuanzhou School"
Those who abandon me can't stay yesterday, those who disturb my heart disturb today, and autumn geese and Changfeng are my companions. When I face them from this villa, I drink my wine. The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie. We all yearn for the distance and want to go to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows. Since the world can't satisfy our desire, the Ming Dynasty sent ships to find them.
Drink the moon alone.
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
Alas, the moon cannot drink water, and my shadow follows me blankly; .
But for a while, I had these friends who cheered me up at the end of spring.
I sang. The moon encourages me and I dance. My shadow is rolling in the back.
I woke up and had sex, and then I got drunk and we lost each other.
Will goodwill be guaranteed? I watched the long road to the Milky Way be a matter of life and death. I hope your lips are red, your hair is blue, and you dance when you are drunk. You have been waiting for thousands of years. I can't help it. How much I love and hate each other, sighing that I am chilling, dreaming of butterflies, and remembering thousands of things in my heart. I waited for thousands of years, met you, and felt like a cloud. You cried and worried about half the sky.