On August 15th, Du Fu of jathyapple flew a mirror at the full moon and turned his heart to a sword.
turn the tent and travel far away, and climb the laurel to the sky. The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers.
at this time, I look at the white rabbit, eager to count the autumn cents. Fifteen nights looking at the moon, Wang Jian's atrium, Bai Shu roosting crow, Coody Leng silent wet osmanthus.
I don't know whose house Qiu Si will fall into tonight! Wang Changling, lying on a high seat in the south study, we have lifted the curtain-and we see the rising moon. Qing Hui Lian Shui Mu, and flow like a wave on our window and our door.
A few days have passed, calmly, beyond our wisdom, altering new to old. Our chosen one, our friend, is now by a limpid river, singing, perhaps, a plaintive eastern song.
how about a thousand miles, and yet a breath of orchids comes along the wind. In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's dusk clouds are overflowing and cold, and the silver man turns to the jade plate silently.
this night is not good in my life. where can I see the bright moon next year? In the mid-autumn and the full moon, there are no clouds and wet clothes, and the stars are pouring out to clear the rules.
Donglin should not hinder the gradual rise, and the four seas are watching the road. It is also possible to clearly sing Hao's spirit and be willing to teach the darkness to take the Dan branch.
Poor Guan Ye Chan Juan Ying, facing the five-waiting residual wine. Guan Shanyue Li Bai the bright moon lifts from the Mountain of Heaven, in an infinite haze of cloud and sea.
and the wind, that has come a thousand miles, beats at the Jade Pass battlements. That year, Han soldiers pointed to baideng mountain road, Tubo coveted Qinghai vast territory.
and since not one battle famous in history sent all its fighters back again. The soldiers turn round, looking toward the border, and think of home, with wistful eyes.
and of those tonight in the upper chambers, who toss and sigh and cannot rest. On a moonlit night in Liu Fangping, the moonlight is deeper than half the family's, and the big dipper languishes in the south.
tonight, I know it's warm in spring, and the sound of insects is fresh through the green window screen. Remembering my brothers on a moonlight night Du Fu a wanderer hears drums portending battle, by the first call of autumn from a wildgoose at the border.
he knows that the dews tonight will be frost, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!. All the brothers were scattered, and no family could inquire about life and death.
yet if missives in time of peace go wrong, what can I hope for during war?. Looking at the moon and thinking of one far away Zhang Jiuling the moon, grown full now over the sea, Tianya * * * at this time.
brings to separated hearts, the long thoughtfulness of night! Put out the candle to love this room full of moonlight, I wear clothes wandering deeply night dew cold. You can not hold the beautiful moonlight to you, only hope to meet you in dreamland.
when Li shangyin first heard of the wild goose, there was no cicada, and a hundred feet of high water reached the sky. Su E, a young woman, is cold-tolerant, fighting in the frost in the middle of the month, and dreaming of Meng Haoran under the autumn night and the moon hanging in the autumn sky, her luster is wet.
I was surprised that the magpie was undecided, and the flying fireflies rolled in. The courtyard is cold and the shadows are sparse, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent.
what a long time! Look at the sky and stand. The Mid-Autumn Festival is waiting for the moon in Lu Guimeng, but the frost is lost late, and the good wind seems to be a good time.
the curtain is leaning against the trees, and the candle is faint and fragrant, so I don't hesitate to sit. I love to hear the sound of Sheng in the north, and I gradually see the stars lost in the south.
who wants to reduce the first round and noon for cooling power? Ni Zhuang's Mid-Autumn Festival is too thin to ask questions, and the narrow clothes and autumn are already cold.
it's hard for children to walk when they remember each other. Dew into the hut, the sound of the stream is loud and the stone beach.
the moon comes at night in the mountains, but I haven't seen it until dawn. On the night of August 15, Liu Yuxi saw the moon in the dust in Taoyuan, and the situation was between the fairy houses in the clear autumn.
the condensation is long and cold, and it stands on the highest mountain at this time. Blue nothingness can't afford Yun Feng, and Songshan Mountain grows in the water.
the group moves leisurely, and Gogoing is thousands of miles away. Shaojun led me to the jade altar, and invited the true fairy officer from afar.
Yun * (the left car and the right car merge) wants to move under the stars, and his muscles and bones are cold with joy. Jin Xia Xin Xin gradually went to the east, and the shadow of the wheel promoted the children of Judah.
It's hard to get back together when the scenery is perfect. He should be disappointed this year. In the Mid-Autumn Moon, Yan Shu's ten rounds of frost shadows turn to the court, and this evening brings people to the corner alone.
Su E doesn't always feel disappointed, but the jade toad is cold and lonely. In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's dusk clouds are overflowing and cold, and the silver man turns to the jade plate silently.
this night is not good in my life. where can I see the bright moon next year? Looking at the moon in the pavilion on the night of August 15, Bai Juyi, on the night of August 15 of the previous year, beside the apricot garden by Qujiang pool.
On the night of August 15th this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Museum. Where is the hometown in the northwest, and the moon is round in the southeast.
yesterday, when the wind blew, no one would attend. Tonight, it's as clear as usual. On the night of August 15th, Tianzhu Temple, Pi Rixiu, the laurel seed, got off the full moon, and found something new in front of the temple.
Up to now, there is nothing in heaven, but Chang 'e should throw it at people. The Mid-Autumn Festival sees the moon and the child. Su Shi's bright moon is not high in the mountains, and the red light is thousands of feet.
a cup of silver is not full, and the clouds are as bad as the waves. Whoever washes his eyes for God should welcome water from Feiming River.
So I asked Leng to look at people in the world. As I see it, Zhan Ran can't bear it. Mars in the southwest is like a projectile, and its horn and tail are bright and pale.
I can't see what I'm watching tonight, which makes fireflies fight for the cold. Who is boating yesterday? It's a thousand lights and nights.
the twists and turns are unintentional, and the flowers are chasing the waves, and the songs are accompanied by the songs. Before the green fluorescence disappeared and turned to the mountain, did the wave * (left wind and right wind) return to the wind?
the bright moon is easy to fall and people are easy to disperse, and it is more important to watch when you come back. The clearer the moonlight in front of the hall, the better, and the cold throat * (the general will get insects) will show the grass.
the roller shutter pushes the door to silence, and the window is silent and old. Nandu is engaged in being ashamed and poor, and there are several people who write poems about the moon.
With the sunrise in the Ming Dynasty, people suddenly dreamed of Yao Taiwanese. In the Mid-Autumn Festival, Mi Fei is poor, Huaihai is full of silver, and Wan Daohong breeds mussels and treasures.
if there are no moon-mending households in the sky, cassia twig will be damaged to the west wheel. How bright the moon is, how bright the moon is, according to my bed.
I can't sleep because I'm sad, and I wander around with my clothes on. Although the guest is happy, it is better to turn back early.
who should I sue if I'm wandering alone when I leave home? Leading back into the room, tears stained the dress. 2. Describe a poem about the Mid-Autumn Festival full moon
On August 15th, Du Fu of jathyapple flew a mirror at the full moon and returned to his heart to fold his sword.
turn the tent and travel far away, and climb the laurel to the sky. The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers.
at this time, I look at the white rabbit, eager to count the autumn cents. Fifteen nights looking at the moon, Wang Jian's atrium, Bai Shu roosting crow, Coody Leng silent wet osmanthus.
I don't know whose house Qiu Si will fall into tonight! Wang Changling, lying on a high seat in the south study, we have lifted the curtain-and we see the rising moon. Qing Hui Lian Shui Mu, and flow like a wave on our window and our door.
A few days have passed, calmly, beyond our wisdom, altering new to old. Our chosen one, our friend, is now by a limpid river, singing, perhaps, a plaintive eastern song.
how about a thousand miles, and yet a breath of orchids comes along the wind. In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's dusk clouds are overflowing and cold, and the silver man turns to the jade plate silently.
this night is not good in my life. where can I see the bright moon next year? In the mid-autumn and the full moon, there are no clouds and wet clothes, and the stars are pouring out to clear the rules.
Donglin should not hinder the gradual rise, and the four seas are watching the road. It is also possible to clearly sing Hao's spirit and be willing to teach the darkness to take the Dan branch.
Poor Guan Ye Chan Juan Ying, facing the five-waiting residual wine. Guan Shanyue Li Bai the bright moon lifts from the Mountain of Heaven, in an infinite haze of cloud and sea.
and the wind, that has come a thousand miles, beats at the Jade Pass battlements. That year, Han soldiers pointed to baideng mountain road, Tubo coveted Qinghai vast territory.
and since not one battle famous in history sent all its fighters back again. The soldiers turn round, looking toward the border, and think of home, with wistful eyes.
and of those tonight in the upper chambers, who toss and sigh and cannot rest. On a moonlit night in Liu Fangping, the moonlight is deeper than half the family's, and the big dipper languishes in the south.
tonight, I know it's warm in spring, and the sound of insects is fresh through the green window screen. Remembering my brothers on a moonlight night Du Fu a wanderer hears drums portending battle, by the first call of autumn from a wildgoose at the border.
he knows that the dews tonight will be frost, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!. All the brothers were scattered, and no family could inquire about life and death.
yet if missives in time of peace go wrong, what can I hope for during war?. Looking at the moon and thinking of one far away Zhang Jiuling the moon, grown full now over the sea, Tianya * * * at this time.
brings to separated hearts, the long thoughtfulness of night! Put out the candle to love this room full of moonlight, I wear clothes wandering deeply night dew cold. You can not hold the beautiful moonlight to you, only hope to meet you in dreamland.
when Li shangyin first heard of the wild goose, there was no cicada, and a hundred feet of high water reached the sky. Su E, a young woman, is cold-tolerant, fighting in the frost in the middle of the month, and dreaming of Meng Haoran under the autumn night and the moon hanging in the autumn sky, her luster is wet.
I was surprised that the magpie was undecided, and the flying fireflies rolled in. The courtyard is cold and the shadows are sparse, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent.
what a long time! Look at the sky and stand. The Mid-Autumn Festival is waiting for the moon in Lu Guimeng, but the frost is lost late, and the good wind seems to be a good time.
the curtain is leaning against the trees, and the candle is faint and fragrant, so I don't hesitate to sit. I love to hear the sound of Sheng in the north, and I gradually see the stars lost in the south.
who wants to reduce the first round and noon for cooling power? Ni Zhuang's Mid-Autumn Festival is too thin to ask questions, and the narrow clothes and autumn are already cold.
it's hard for children to walk when they remember each other. Dew into the hut, the sound of the stream is loud and the stone beach.
the moon comes at night in the mountains, but I haven't seen it until dawn. On the night of August 15, Liu Yuxi saw the moon in the dust in Taoyuan, and the situation was between the fairy houses in the clear autumn.
the condensation is long and cold, and it stands on the highest mountain at this time. Blue nothingness can't afford Yun Feng, and Songshan Mountain grows in the water.
the group moves leisurely, and Gogoing is thousands of miles away. Shaojun led me to the jade altar, and invited the true fairy officer from afar.
Yun * (the left car and the right car merge) wants to move under the stars, and his muscles and bones are cold with joy. Jin Xia Xin Xin gradually went to the east, and the shadow of the wheel promoted the children of Judah.
It's hard to get back together when the scenery is perfect. He should be disappointed this year. In the Mid-Autumn Moon, Yan Shu's ten rounds of frost shadows turn to the court, and this evening brings people to the corner alone.
Su E doesn't always feel disappointed, but the jade toad is cold and lonely. In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's dusk clouds are overflowing and cold, and the silver man turns to the jade plate silently.
this night is not good in my life. where can I see the bright moon next year? Looking at the moon in the pavilion on the night of August 15, Bai Juyi, on the night of August 15 of the previous year, beside the apricot garden by Qujiang pool.
On the night of August 15th this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Museum. Where is the hometown in the northwest, and the moon is round in the southeast.
yesterday, when the wind blew, no one would attend. Tonight, it's as clear as usual. On the night of August 15th, Tianzhu Temple, Pi Rixiu, the laurel seed, got off the full moon, and found something new in front of the temple.
Up to now, there is nothing in heaven, but Chang 'e should throw it at people. The Mid-Autumn Festival sees the moon and the child. Su Shi's bright moon is not high in the mountains, and the red light is thousands of feet.
a cup of silver is not full, and the clouds are as bad as the waves. Whoever washes his eyes for God should welcome water from Feiming River.
So I asked Leng to look at people in the world. As I see it, Zhan Ran can't bear it. Mars in the southwest is like a projectile, and its horn and tail are bright and pale.
I can't see what I'm watching tonight, which makes fireflies fight for the cold. Who is boating yesterday? It's a thousand lights and nights.
the twists and turns are unintentional, and the flowers are chasing the waves, and the songs are accompanied by the songs. Before the green fluorescence disappeared and turned to the mountain, did the wave * (left wind and right wind) return to the wind?
the bright moon is easy to fall and people are easy to disperse, and it is more important to watch when you come back. The clearer the moonlight in front of the hall, the better, and the cold throat * (the general will get insects) will show the grass.
the roller shutter pushes the door to silence, and the window is silent and old. Nandu is engaged in being ashamed and poor, and there are several people who write poems about the moon.
With the sunrise in the Ming Dynasty, people suddenly dreamt about Yao Taiwanese. In the Mid-Autumn Festival, Mi Fei is poor, Huaihai is full of silver, and Wan Daohong breeds mussels and treasures.
if there are no moon-mending households in the sky, cassia twig will be damaged to the west wheel. How bright the moon is, how bright the moon is, according to my bed.
I can't sleep because I'm sad, and I wander around with my clothes on. Although the guest is happy, it is better to turn back early.
who should I sue if I'm wandering alone when I leave home? Leading back into the room, tears stained the dress. 3. Poems about the Moon in Mid-Autumn Festival
Poems about the Moon in Mid-Autumn Festival 1. so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?.
lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home. (Li Bai: Thoughts on a Quiet Night) 2. how wide the world was, how close the trees to heaven, and how clear in the water the nearness of the moon!.
(Meng Haoran: a night-mooring on the jiande river) 3. moonlight in its groves of pine, stones of crystal in its brooks. (Wang Wei: "Autumn in a Mountain Residence") 4. high in the faint moonlight, wildgeese are soaring, tartar chieftains are fleeing through the dark.
(Lu Lun: The Song of the Plug) 5. till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, to bring me my shadow and make us three. (Li Bai: "drinking Alone with the Moon") 6. When I was young, I didn't know the moon, so I called it Bai Yupan.
(Li Bai: A Journey to the Moon by Gulang) 7. too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon. (Wang Wei: "Zhu Li Guan") 8. When the moon is out, the birds are surprised, and when it is in the spring.
(Wang Wei: Bird's Singing Stream) 9. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of ups and downs. (Su Shi: "Water tune song? When will there be a bright moon?) 1. When the moon was in Qin Dynasty, it was closed in Han Dynasty, and the people of the Long March were not returned.
(Wang Changling: "The Embankment"). 4. Poems describing the Mid-Autumn Moon
Tang Wang Wei: I don't see the hometown book spreading geese's feet, but I see the new moon spitting moths and eyebrows.
Tang Zhang Ruoxu: Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and Jin is born in the bright moon on the sea. Tao Yuanming: There are four seasons in the spring and autumn, many strange peaks in the summer clouds, bright moonlight in the autumn, and solitary pines in the winter ridge. Don Li He: The desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook.
Song Yan Jidao: At that time, the bright moon was there, and she returned home according to the colorful clouds. Don Liu Yuxi: Dongting is born in the middle of the lake in autumn, and the waves are like molten gold.
Tang Bai Juyi: * * * You should weep when you look at the bright moon, for hearts, in five places, all sick with one wish. Don Zhang Ruoxu: Who first saw the moon by the river? When did Jiang Yue take photos at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year.
Xiao Shi of Qing Dynasty: The Liao Sea swallows the moon, and the Great Wall locks the mountains. Don Du Fu: he knows that the dews tonight will be frost, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!.
Qing Zhang Huiyan: plum blossom snow, pear blossom moon, total acacia. Naturally, spring comes without knowing it.
don du fu: the sky is * * far away, and the night and the moon are the same. Liang Zhangju: the breeze and the bright moon are priceless, and there are feelings near mountains and far waters. Song Su Shi: The new moon is like a beautiful woman, and it is colored at the beginning of going out to sea.
song Ouyang xiu: the willow shoots on the moon, and people are about after dusk. 1. so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?.
Li Bai 2, lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home. Li Bai 3, the moon is lifted like a mirror, sea-clouds gleam like palaces.
Li Bai 4, till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, to bring me my shadow and make us three. Li Bai 5, a slip of the moon hangs over the capital, ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding.
Li Bai 6, the bright moon lifts from the Mountain of Heaven, in an infinite haze of cloud and sea. Li Bai 7, drunk with the moon, a sage of dreams, flower- bewitched, you are deaf to the Emperor.
Li Bai 8, behind her closed casement, why is she still waiting, watching through its crystal pane the glow of the autumn moon?. Li Bai 9. I am worried about my heart and the bright moon, and I will follow you until Yelangxi.
Li Bai 1, we both are exalted to distant thought, aspiring to the sky and the bright moon. Li Bai 11, Emei Mountain half moon autumn, shadow into the Pingqiang River water.
Li Bai 12, a wind from the pine-trees blows my sash, and my lute is bright with the mountain moon. Wang Wei 13, too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon.
Wang Wei 14, moonlight in its groves of pine, stones of crystal in its brooks. Wang Wei 15, marsh-lands are swollen wide with the moon, while torrents are bent to the mountains' will.
Ma Dai 16, high in the faint moonlight, wildgeese are soaring, tartar chieftains are fleeing through the dark. Lu Lun 17, he knows that the dews tonight will be frost, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!.
Du Fu 18, heaven's ten thousand windows are twinkling, and nine cloud-terraces are gleaming in the moonlight. Du Fu, 19. In the morning, he was ruined and brought home the lotus.
Tao Yuanming 2. Going to the West Building alone without words, the moon is like a hook. Li Yu 21, the bright moon does not surprise the magpie, and the breeze sings in the middle of the night.
Xin Qiji 22, poor September 3rd night, dew like a pearl moon like a bow. Bai Juyi 23, a bullet of water and a bullet of the moon, half into the river and half into the clouds.
couplets 24, deeper moonlight, half a family, the big dipper languishes in the south. Liu Fangping 25, mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song.
Li shangyin 26. He can bow like a full moon and shoot Sirius in the northwest. Su Shi 27, the court is as empty as water, and the algae in the water cross, and the bamboo and cypress shadow are also covered.
28 frosty night and Jiang Feng, Su Shi, are worried about fishing and sleeping.
Zhang Ji went to Liushaotou in September, about after dusk.
Ouyang Xiu asked the sky when the moon will shine for 3 days.
su Shi. 5. Please list 2 poems about the Moon in Mid-Autumn Festival
1. Moonlit Night by Don Du Fu, far off in Fuzhou she is watching the moonlight, watching it alone from the window of her chamber.
for our boy and girl, poor little babes, are too young to know where the Capital is. Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, her jade-white shoulder is cold in the moon.
when shall we lie again on our screen, watching this bright light with no more tears?. Second, "Yee Huai" Qing Huang Jingren sat under the flower and played the flute several times, and the Yinhan red wall looked into the distance.
it seems that this star was not last night, for whom the wind and dew stood in the middle of the night. The lingering thoughts are exhausted, and the heart is broken and the banana is peeled off.
In March and May of 35, poor cup of wine.