The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
2, "Jade Family" Tang Libai
Dew fell on the steps of jade, and the night was long. Dew wet the stone. Go back to my room and put down the crystal curtain, still looking at the exquisite moon through the curtain.
3, "Qiupu Song XIII" Tang Libai
The water is clear and plain, and the egrets fly to the moon. Lang listened to the girl picking ling and returned with a nocturne.
4, "Drinking the Bright Moon Alone" Tang Libai
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.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind. I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering. Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
5, "Guan Shanyue" Tang Libai
A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.
The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
6, "Wine Asks the Moon" Tang Libai
When will there be a moon in the sky? I will stop for a drink and ask:
People can't climb the moon, but they follow people to the moon?
As bright as a flying mirror, has the green smoke gone out?
But when you see the night coming from the sea, would you rather know that it is going to the clouds?
The moon is on the white rabbit's back, autumn and spring, and who is the neighbor of Chang's lonely life?
Now people are not seen in Gu Yue, but in this month they took the ancients.
The ancients said, if people are running water, they look at the bright moon.
Just look at the glass and sing loudly, and the moonlight can grow in a golden cup.
7, "Jiande Night Sleeping" Tang Meng Haoran
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
8, "Month" Tang
As thin as a hook, as round, as if woven into a round fan. Thin shadows will be round. How many places in the world can you see them?
9. "Looking at the Moon and Thinking Far" Zhang Tang is nine years old
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.
Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
10 "Moonlight Remembering Brothers" Tang Du Fu
The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
1 1, an autumn night Tang in the mountains
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
12, "Stay" Tang Dumu
There are no good traveling companions in the hotel; The sad heart seems to have solidified. Recalling the cold light and returning to my hometown to recall the past; Like a flock of lost geese.
The road to my hometown is too far away. I will come back at dawn, and the letter from home will not be sent to this place until next year. The Cangjiang River in the moonlight, the scenery is so beautiful, and the fishing boat is in front of my house.
13, Tea Delivered by an Old Friend, Tang
Jiuhua Ying's sword is printed in Yujing. When the moon opens, there is the sound of disorderly springs underground.
Invite monks in the middle of the night and cook the moon with lonely songs. The blue sky is heavy and broken, and the fragrance is light and the flowers are light.
All the six fu-organs sleep, and the number of poems is clear. I didn't dare to spend money after the month, so I supported it with my elbow.
14, Mujiangyin Tang Bai Juyi
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green. On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
15, Li shangyin of shuangyue Tang dynasty
When I first heard of geese, there was no cicada, and a hundred feet of water met the sky. The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation.
16, "Man Xing" A Tang Du Fu
Jiang Yue's people are just a few feet away, and lanterns shine at night. The heron in the sand head is silent, and the fish in the stern are screaming.
17 Bo Qinhuai Tang Du Mu
Smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant. Strong women in business don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river.
18, night parking near Fengqiao Bridge in Zhangji, Tang Dynasty
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
19, "Moonlight Farewell" Tang Liye
Leave people speechless, the moon is silent, and the moon is affectionate. Don't miss people like the bright moon, water city between clouds.
20, "Jiang Lou Qing" Tang Zhaowei
Alone at the bottom of the river, I think quietly, and the moonlight is like water. Where are all the people who come to play with the moon? The scenery is vaguely like last year.
2 1, "Looking at the Moon on Fifteen Nights" Tang
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium. Tonight, people are looking forward to it. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si?
2. Poems about soil include:
1. Luo Zhi's fans are always like clouds, and fine grass is like a butterfly's skirt. -Huang Qingshen Tian's "Zhi Zhu Ci"
2. Newly-built fields are mud-level, and every family cultivates rice, while first frost is sunny. -Song Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous"
Dry all the dirt in front of the door, and there are no tiles on the house. A rich man lives in a tile-roofed building without touching mud. -Song Mei Yao Chen "Pottery"
4. Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. -Tang Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang
5. What is life like everywhere? It should be like flying in snow. I accidentally left my fingers and claws in the mud, and Hong Fei was driving that complicated thing. -Su Song Shi's "The Homesickness of Harmony between Mianchi and His Son"
6. Send a scholar a ride, but don't know the book. If you have a dutiful son, you will not live with your father. Cold element is as naive as mud, and high soldiers are as timid as chickens. -Han Anonymous "Children's Rhyme Should Be Constant"
7. There is a sad well in Jingyang Palace, and the oath period has no end. The water outside the Wu Palace is heartbroken, and the muddy mud is still buried with stones. -Don Li Shangyin's Jingyang Well
8. There is no mud and mud. I am very happy to see the king. As strong as brothers, virtue is pure and long-lasting. -The Book of Songs, Xiaoguo
9. Decline, decline! Hu Bugui? If it's not for the king, why are you still showing it! Fade, fade! Hu Bugui? If it's not for the monarch, why are you still in the mud! -The Book of Songs Decline
10. Dunbi Wei Xing, cattle and sheep do not practice, square bracts, leaves and mud. Brothers, don't go far, or set a banquet, or give it a few. -The Book of Songs "Walking Reed"
Meaning:
1. Describe women wearing beautiful clothes, the weather is hot, and there are many natural silk fans-like clouds. All the beautiful women in long skirts are playing.
2. The mud mirror of the newly-built field is flat, and the mirror is better than the new field. Xintian should refer to the place where farmers beat rice. First frost sunny family cooking, first frost sunny family cooking.
3. Dig out the dirt in front of the door to make tiles, but there is no tile on the roof. The tiles in the high-rise buildings where those people live are like fish scales and do not touch the soil.
4. Go to the north of Gushan Temple and the west of Jiagongting, and when you look up, the water surface is flat and the white clouds are low. A few orioles, scrambling to fly to sunny trees; Whose swallow brings spring mud to build a nest?
5. Life is alive. I came here, went there, and accidentally left some traces. what do you think? I feel really like a swan flying everywhere and accidentally landed in the snow somewhere. It left some paw prints on the snow, which happened by accident, because the swan's flight was not certain at all. The old monk Feng Xian has passed away, leaving only a new tower to hide the ashes. We will never have a chance to go there to see the broken walls engraved in the past.
3. In folk Gao Zhanxiang, there are poems commemorating the martyrs one after another, and petrels fly high.
Floating on Dongshan Island in the sea, it's hard to turn back. Recall the past-war, countless lives; Look at that-yellow sand is rolling, devouring villages and destroying fertile fields; The wind roared, flying sand and stones buried their homes! Dongshan people-there is no smoke in the kitchen for ten days and nine days.
The old man's eyes were black with hunger, and the girl had no clothes to wear. Crying and shouting Beidou, the moon is cold and the stars are thin! A wisp of spring-Ran Ran saw the sky for the first time.
Gu Wenchang gladly ordered to go to Dongshan. He-a person who loves the people, a pair of iron feet, a childlike innocence and a pair of heroic courage! He-facing the strong wind, one mountain and one ridge to explore the wind direction; He risked his life to investigate the root of the disaster in a village and a town.
Yellow sand hit his face, he rubbed his eyes, and it was stormy. He patted his shoulder and continued to swing his pick on the top of the mountain. When the dry food stopped, he tightened his belt, starved and plowed the wasteland. The cold wind can't put out the fire in his heart; Bad waves cannot wash away his feelings of loving the people; Rough, can't stop his progress; Frustration can't scare this iron hero! He doesn't look back after the storm, and he's not like an official.
Pick up buckets to water trees, pick up steel to cut mountains. Roll up your sleeves to build a dam, and roll up your trouser legs to plow the fields.
He woke up-Imperial Road Gong Yu went into battle together, wearing a star Dai Yue, braving the wind and rain. He led the villagers-building canals, diverting clear springs, building reservoirs, irrigating plains, bridging bridges, crossing natural moats, paving roads and climbing to the top of the mountain! Drive the yellow sand west and drive it out of Dongshan! The sky is changing, the earth is changing and people are changing.
Heaven, earth and people are changing! The island became a peninsula, and the desert became a fertile land. The natural barrier becomes a thoroughfare, and the wasteland becomes a campus.
Poor counties become rich counties, barren hills become golden mountains! Gu Wenchang-bleeding, seriously ill, died with a smile for nine days. The ashes are scattered on Dongshan Mountain, and the spirits guard their homes day and night.
A string of villagers' tears, Lin Songtao is calling: Gu Shuji is a great benefactor, and his hard work has brought happiness; Gu shuji is a bodhi tree, and the shadow of blessing grows to cover Dongshan! Playing drums in spring-praising Gu Shuji's mind: birds in the mountains-singing Gu Shuji's demeanor. After the political voice disappeared, virtue became stronger.
After the politician left, the true feelings naturally came out. After the politician left, the monument was among the people! Anti-Japanese hero spectrum Kong Fanshun Yang Jingyu Sanjiang black earth, white mountain whimper black water.
The Japanese aggressors are cruel, and the rebel army bravely raises the flag. Three In the snow sealed the grassroots, and the heart reflected the strong fighting spirit for nine days.
Throw away the heroic spirit and glare at the enemy chief. Zhao Yiman was born in a rich family and saved the nation with a gun on his shoulder.
No one wins an eyebrow, but a narrow escape leads to a red makeup. The martial arts are profound in killing the enemy, and the literary talent is beginning to show good articles.
Baishan Blackwater is engraved with the British name, and the flag is bloody and bright. Zuo Quan defended his country and drove the sun like a rainbow, and his reputation as a general was well known.
Strategically and tactically, resolutely dare to seek hegemony. The enemy was frightened and the people marched under the banner.
Blood casts a new world, and the body melts into the Taihang to cast eternity. General Peng Xuefeng was born to care about the country and the people, and his loyalty, courage and wisdom shone in the Central Plains.
Eastern Henan raises the flag to promote strength, while Huaibei leads the troops to punish stubbornness. On a moonlit night, the art of war is written, and at dawn, the people are distorted.
Every September, the maple leaves are red, and the Jianghuai area is in tears. Silent granite Yangsonghe granite is good at silence. It condenses the erupting volcano and firmly hopes that future generations will surpass it.
Facing the Internationale, the silence of granite is profound: it is a new epic that echoes things, a symphony that creates heroes, an unprecedented history book and a blood-stained roster. If there is no pain of hunger and cold, there will be no loud voice; If there is no shame of being poor and weak, there will be no popular unity; Without rampage, there would be no heroism; How can we put down construction without smashing the shackles of internal and external forces? If there was no bloodshed yesterday, how could there be a happy birthday today? If we forget the memory of the martyrs today, how can we add the well-off characteristics of tomorrow? ..... The erupting volcano should rest, the boiling notes are engraved on the stone, the pulse of the times drives the advanced plasma, and the voice of the producer of * * * is more magnificent! Yang Songhe, the highest honor, I want to turn the majestic Taihang Mountain into a towering monument, so that the common enemy of the whole nation will meet the sun, the moon and the stars forever. The Great Wall of Wan Li, which has been baptized by the Anti-Japanese War, will be indestructible for generations to come.
I want to turn the surging rivers into the pride of the new historical records, let every surging wave become an inspiration to the future, and let our descendants sing invincible songs. I want to make China's medals magnificent, let every inch of blood-stained land be filled with the fragrance of victory, and let every martyr buried underground enjoy eternal glory.