1. Poems about the waxing and waning of the moon
Poems about the waxing and waning of the moon 1. A complete poem about the waxing and waning of the moon
This poem comes from Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou: When Will the Bright Moon Come?"
Full poem:
When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky.
I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that it will be cold in the high places. Dance to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world.
Turning to the Zhu Pavilion, the Qihu is low, and the light is sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye?
People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.
Translation:
When did the bright moon begin to appear? I picked up my wine glass and asked the sky. I don’t know what year or month it is in the palace in the sky.
I want to ride the cool breeze back to the sky, but I am afraid that I cannot stand the cold for nine days in a building made of beautiful jade. Dancing gracefully and admiring the clear shadows under the moon, it felt like I was in the human world.
The moon turned around the vermilion pavilion and hung low on the carved windows, illuminating myself who was not sleepy. The bright moon shouldn't have any resentment towards people. Why does it become full when people are leaving?
People undergo changes in joys and sorrows, and the moon changes in phases. This kind of thing has been difficult to understand since ancient times. I hope that all my relatives in this world can be safe and healthy, and can enjoy this beautiful moonlight even if they are thousands of miles apart.
Extended information:
Su Shi (1037-1101), a writer, calligrapher, painter, and gourmet in the Northern Song Dynasty. His courtesy name is Zizhan and his nickname is Dongpo Jushi. Han nationality, Sichuan native, buried in Yingchang (now Jiaxian County, Pingdingshan City, Henan Province). His official career was bumpy throughout his life, but he was knowledgeable, extremely talented, and excellent in poetry, calligraphy, and painting. His writing is unbridled, clear and fluent, and together with Ouyang Xiu, he is called Ou Su, one of the "Eight Great Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties";
This article is one of Su's representative works of poetry. From the perspective of artistic achievements, it has an extraordinary conception, a unique path, and is full of romanticism. It has always been recognized as the swan song among Mid-Autumn Festival poems. The artistic conception of the whole poem is bold and broad, the feelings are optimistic and broad-minded, the yearning for the bright moon, the attachment to the world, the romantic colors, the unrestrained style and the flowing language can give people a healthy aesthetic enjoyment. < /p>
The Story of Yueyang Tower (Northern Song Dynasty) In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli by Fan Zhongyan, Teng Zijing was relegated to Baling County. In the next year, the government was harmonious, and everything was prosperous. Yueyang Tower was rebuilt, its old structure was added, and poems and poems by modern Tang Xians were engraved on it. I wrote a composition to record it. I observed the grand appearance of Baling, a lake in Dongting. It leads to distant mountains and swallows the Yangtze River. It is a vast and boundless river. The sunrise and sunset are full of various scenes. This is the grand view of Yueyang Tower. People’s descriptions are ready. However, it is connected to Wu Gorge in the north and Xiaoxiang in the south. Many immigrants and poets gather here, and the feeling of looking at the things is the same? If it is raining and falling, the moon is not open, the wind is howling, and the turbid waves are emptying; the sun and stars are dimming, and the mountains are invisible; business travel is not possible, and the rafts are toppling and destroyed; the dusk is dark, and the tigers are roaring and the apes are crying. If you climb the tower, then There are those who go to their country and miss their hometown, worried about slander and fear of ridicule, and their eyes are desolate, feeling extremely sad. When spring comes and the scenery is bright, the waves are calm, the sky above and below is bright, a vast expanse of blue; sand gulls gather in the sky, golden scales swim, and the shore is full of orchids. , the sky is lush and green. Or the long smoke disappears, the bright moon is thousands of miles away, the floating light leaps into the gold, the silent shadow sinks into the jade, and the fishermen answer each other's songs, what joy is this! When you climb the tower, you will feel relaxed and happy, forgetting your favors and disgrace together, and you will be beaming with joy while drinking wine in the wind. Lament! I try to seek the benevolent heart of the ancients, or do the two things differently. Why? Don't be happy with things, and don't be sad with yourself. If you live high in a temple, you will worry about its people; if you live far away from the rivers and lakes, you will worry about your king. If you advance, you will also worry, and if you retreat, you will also worry. But when will you be happy? It must be said, "Be worried about the world's worries first, and be happy after the world's happiness." Oh! People from Weisi, who can I return to? It was September 15th, six years ago.
3. Poems about flowers blooming and fading, clouds and clear weather
, a street - cloudy and indifferent
I haven’t walked through this street for a long time
< p> Because I dare not touch my thoughtsI owe you too much
I just don’t have the chance to say sorry
I never thought that it would be this day
p>You and I met again on this street
I dare not look into your melancholy eyes
No matter how much emotion I expressed, they turned into silence
How many flowers have bloomed and faded?
I still miss your smiling face
You left me with endless lingering
Treasure it in my heart
Times have passed and the world has changed
You are no longer the boy you once were
I will miss you forever
Every day you walk with me
I haven’t walked through this street for a long time
Because I dare not touch my thoughts
I owe you so much
I just don’t have the chance to say sorry
I never thought that on this day
You and I would meet again on this street
I dare not look into your melancholy eyes
Again So many emotions turned into silence
How many flowers bloomed and faded
I still miss your smiling face
You left me endless memories Lingering
Treasured in my heart
Time has passed and the world has changed
You are no longer the boy you once were
I will miss you forever
Every day I walked with you
How many flowers bloomed and faded
I still miss your smiling face
Leave it to me Endless lingering
Treasured in my heart
Now times have passed and the world has changed
You are no longer the boy you were before
I will miss you forever
Accompany me every day