Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The fire was shining in the sky, and the red star in the purple smoke was in chaos.
On the night of the moon, copper smelters sang, and their songs resounded through the cold valley.
The fire shines on heaven and earth, and the red star flashes purple smoke. Copper smelters sing while working on the bright moon night, and their songs resound through the cold valley.
Step 2 sit at night
Song Dynasty: Zhang Lei
No one in the house is bright in autumn, and the night frost clears first.
Indus is really unwilling to wither, and a few leaves are still audible in the wind.
The silent vestibule is empty, only the autumn moon is still bright. First frost will come at night, and the air is full of clear breath. Indus stands before the court, unwilling to decline. The buttonwood leaves on the tree swayed with the wind and made a little noise.
3. Autumn in Taihu Lake
Tang Dynasty: Wang Changling
Water stays misty and rainy, and the frost in Dongting falls slightly.
The moon is gone, and the night is quiet.
I feel the style of the sea in the dark, and I smell the swallow in the rustling.
I stayed on a boat in Taihu Lake, and the boat moved slowly on the water in the moonlight. The night is so quiet, the lake is so cold, and a layer of frost falls on Dongting Mountain. Like sleeping but not sleeping, like dream a dream, I vaguely feel the sea breeze blowing and hear the sound of geese flying south in the distance.
4, pour the cup, the golden wind is bleak
Song Dynasty: Liu Yong
The golden wind is fading, and Qiu Guang is getting younger and younger. The yard is sunny, the light smoke is gathering at the beginning, and the bright moon is in the sky. For the cold light of thousands of miles, I miss the quiet period and become disabled. Long time no see. This is a good deal. Before the Old Testament, joy was important, and saving was important.
The most bitter Yun Lan is broken, Xianxiang Road is difficult to travel, and it is difficult to return to the wild goose. Every time I sing loudly and force myself to leave my arms, I feel very painful and become a heart. Slag leakage and cold exposure. Victory is in vain, words are silent, and sorrow is hard to settle. Here we go again. The phoenix tree is broken.
Autumn wind is gentle and comfortable, autumn colors are getting old, and the long night is lonely and clear. Recently, the weather has been fine, the light fog in the yard has just dispersed, and the bright moon in the window is white and bright.
Facing the distant Leng Yue and the broken scenery, I often feel sad and sick at the thought of tryst being blocked. How dare I recall my previous covenant and joy carefully?
The most painful thing is that the news in the distance is cut off, and the roads in Xianxiang are remote and rugged, making it difficult to ask Hongyan for good news. At this time, I always sing sadly, forcibly discharging my feelings of separation. The helpless, sad and sad singing makes people fidgety and fascinated.
The leakage will be exhausted, the night is deep and the frost is colder. It's useless to win sorrow, but it's hard to end sorrow. It stood for a long time, until the moon set and the scattered shadows of the buttonwood disappeared.
5, Huanxi Shating House floating topaz dew thick.
Five Dynasties: Gu Xun
Courtyard chrysanthemums float topaz dew, cold sand clings to build by laying bricks or stones, when can we meet on a good night?
The phoenix on my back shakes red wax drops, the fragrance warms my dreams, and the morning bell on my pillow scares me.
The chrysanthemum in the court is dancing in its golden color, and the dew is rolling on the petals like jade beads. The cool sedge leans against the cool stone steps, hiding the cricket singing and courtship. I want to know what the auspicious time is tonight. I didn't expect to meet you in this beautiful scenery!
The red candle behind the tent drops bright red wax tears, the swaying flame shakes the night wind, and the warm incense and warm embroidered quilt warm the dream of acacia. Wake up on the pillow, savor the joy in your dreams, and be afraid to listen to one morning bell after another.