Wang Wei's poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival
In this season of cool autumn, fragrant osmanthus, and harvest, we are about to usher in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Below are Wang Wei's poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival that I carefully collected and compiled. Welcome to read.
1. Wang Wei's "Fan Qianpi"
The autumn sky is bright and clear, and it is far away from the world. There are cranes in the sand and clouds outside the mountain.
The clear waves are about to fall, and the clear moon is shining brightly. This night, I am alone, and the barbarians have not yet returned.
2. Wang Wei's "The Autumn Sun Hangs Clear Light"
The sky is cool and quiet, the crystal clear autumn sun. The round light contains all the images, and the broken shadows fall into the leisurely stream.
It is far away from the green and dark, floating in the same river and meadow in the distance. The day is overcast and the trees are different, Dangerous buildings under the slanting shadow.
Song Yu climbs high and complains, Zhang Heng looks into the distance with sorrow. The afterglow is trustworthy, but the cloud road is so long.
3. Wang Wei's "Dongxi Wanyue"
p>The moon rises from the Broken Mountain Pass, spitting out at the end of the firewood gate in the distance. Thousands of trees separate the sky, and the night gathers in the flowing clouds.
The light is white as the virtual image, the air and wind are cold. The valley is quiet, the autumn springs are ringing, and the rocks are The dark green mist remains.
The clear lamp enters the deep dream, and the broken shadow embraces the empty mountains. In the trance window, the pine stream is dawning and thinking hard.
4. Wang Wei's "Mountain Dwelling in the Twilight of Autumn"
After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring rocks flow up.
The bamboos return to Huannu, and the lotus leaves the fishing boat. .
5. Wang Wei's "Clear as a Jade Pot with Ice"
Why should a jade pot be used well?
Holding the light but not concealing it, containing the pure external doubts and emptiness. The energy is like frost accumulated in the courtyard, and the light words are built for more than a month.
The magpie mirror is flying at dawn, and the firefly book is reflected in the evening. If you compare yourself to your husband, your pure heart is not as good as it is. Living in the mountains in the dark of autumn
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After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring The stone flows upstream.
The noise of the bamboos returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves down the fishing boat.
Sing the spring fragrance at will, and the king and grandson can stay.