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.
[Appreciation]
The first couplet of this poem is "The moon is now at sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time". The first sentence describes the scenery: a bright moon rises on the boundless sea; The poet remembered his friend who was far away from the ends of the earth, and now he and I are both watching the same bright moon. This is similar to Xie Zhuang's "Yuefu", which says that "a beauty walks beautifully and there is a bright moon thousands of miles away", but it is more magnificent to blurt it out naturally. The first sentence reads "looking at the moon" and the second sentence reads "looking forward", which is closely related to poetry, but it does not show traces.
The couplet "Bring a separated heart, miss at night" expresses the feelings of missing friends far away. "Lover", a affectionate person, a person with long-term feelings. This refers to the poet's own "distant night", a long night. Unexpected evening, all night. The poet misses his friends far away, so that he can't sleep all night and complains about the long nights. This poem is a five-character poem. According to the metrical poem, couplets and necklines must be opposite. This couplet is a flowing pair, natural and smooth, in one go.
The necklace couplet "It's not black when I blow out the candle, and it's not warm when I put on my coat", which depicts the scene of sleepless nights. "pity", pity. "Zi", wet. The poet wandered indoors. Blow out the candles and show more sympathy for the scattered silver moonlight. Wandering in the yard. It was late at night, and I felt the dew wet the clothes I was wearing. This vividly depicts the scene of sleepless nights. This couplet is neat and meticulous.
The couplet "Therefore, I sent a message to the bright moon, tossing and turning before bed, hoping for a dream" further expressed my deep affection for my friends. "The last straw", no, "full hands", full hands, full hands. "Ceremony", the period of reunion, the period of joyous meeting. I can't give a moonlight to a friend far away, I just hope to meet you again in my dream. Here, Lu Ji's poem "Imitating the Bright Moon and How Jiao Jiao" was secretly used and further developed, showing endless feelings.
This poem expresses deep yearning for friends far away, and it is sincere and touching.
2. Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Thinking Far", an ancient poem about missing overseas Chinese: the bright moon is full of the present sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time.
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. [Appreciation] The first couplet of this poem is "The bright moon, now the sea is full, and at this time the horizon is * * *". The previous sentence describes the scenery: a bright moon rises on the boundless sea; The poet remembered his friend who was far away from the ends of the earth, and now he and I are both watching the same bright moon.
This is similar to Xie Zhuang's "Yuefu", which says that "a beauty walks beautifully and there is a bright moon thousands of miles away", but it is more magnificent to blurt it out naturally. The first sentence reads "looking at the moon" and the second sentence reads "looking forward", which is closely related to poetry, but it does not show traces.
The couplet "Bring a separated heart, miss at night" expresses the feelings of missing friends far away. "Lover", a affectionate person, a person with long-term feelings.
This refers to the poet's own "distant night", a long night.
Unexpected evening, all night. The poet misses his friends far away, so that he can't sleep all night and complains about the long nights.
This poem is a five-character poem. According to the metrical poem, couplets and necklines must be opposite. This couplet is a flowing pair, natural and smooth, in one go.
The necklace couplet "It's not black when I blow out the candle, and it's not warm when I put on my coat", which depicts the scene of sleepless nights. "pity", pity.
"Zi", wet. The poet wandered indoors.
Blow out the candles and show more sympathy for the scattered silver moonlight. Wandering in the yard.
It was late at night, and I felt the dew wet the clothes I was wearing. This vividly depicts the scene of sleepless nights.
This couplet is neat and meticulous. The couplet "Therefore, I sent a message to the bright moon, tossing and turning before bed, hoping for a dream" further expressed my deep affection for my friends.
"The last straw", no, "full hands", full hands, full hands.
"Ceremony", the period of reunion, the period of joyous meeting. I can't give a moonlight to a friend far away, I just hope to meet you again in my dream.
Here, Lu Ji's poem "Imitating the Bright Moon and How Jiao Jiao" was secretly used and further developed, showing endless feelings. This poem expresses deep yearning for friends far away, and it is sincere and touching.
3. Poetry 1 describes the homesickness of overseas wanderers. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! . Did the plum blossom when you came to the engraved window of my house? 2. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick. The east of my hometown is far away, but tears will never stay in my eyes. I'll meet you immediately, without paper and pen. Please tell my family that I'm safe. Before returning to Lefeng, the sand is like snow, and the moon outside the city is like frost. I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night.
Homesickness, quiet night, Tang Libai, the foot of the bed is so bright, can it have frost? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. The rainy Tang Bai lived in Kashgar, where the mountains and rivers are deep. In autumn, the sound of the beach is more urgent and the canyon is overcast. Looking at the clouds to cover your eyes, homesick for raindrops. How will you comfort your loneliness? Thanks to this north window piano. Cold food is right in the middle of Tang Li's trip. Cold food, homesick tears towel. The sound book is broken in the sky, and the peach and plum spring rain. Not in the mood to drink, but there is reason to sing. How many people lost outside his suburbs and went out for an outing.
4. Overseas Chinese can choose a poem praising the motherland by themselves: ★ Poem praising the motherland II ★: Autumn wind blows gently! Blow, blow! I want to praise the flowers of my motherland. I want to praise my flowery motherland! Please blow my words into a bunch of flowers, golden yellow, jade white, spring green, autumn purple, ... and then blow them all away, blow them all away, fill the sky and spread all over the earth! ★ Praise for the Motherland 2 ★: "Motherland, My Dear Motherland" I/am your brand-new ideal, just out of the spider web of myth; I/am the germ of your snow quilt/ancient lotus; I/am the whirlpool of your tears/laughter; I am a new/snow-white starting line; Yes/crimson dawn is blowing; -the motherland! I/am one billionth of you, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters; You/feed me lost, thoughtful and boiling with scarred breasts; Then/get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood; -Motherland, dear/Motherland! ★ Psalm 3 ★: My motherland, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River cross the mountains and rivers of China, showing a splendid journey everywhere, such as golden lamps illuminating the sails of a long voyage. My motherland, with your wise soul, led all the people in the world to open up a broad road, making the motherland as beautiful as a flower and depicting the glory of the East. My beautiful motherland, reading the burning soul from your spirit and your blueprint, has the difficulty for you to open up a brilliant tomorrow. Charming and beautiful, full of simple feelings, I hope the motherland will be more prosperous and brilliant. My motherland, the Yellow River, the Yangtze River and the Great Wall, has created eternal rivers and mountains of reform and opening up. Develop a vision to illuminate the world. I am proud of the glory of my motherland. At the dawn of my motherland, the sun holds a firm belief and turns surging fighting spirit into eternal persistence to create a better tomorrow. The cradle of the great motherland's oriental civilization is like a Mercedes-Benz train, holding up the burning belief to meet the dawn of the century and sail for a more brilliant future. Bearing the footsteps of history, the earth has accumulated the essence of civilization. At the beginning of the century, I think of my motherland with passion-here I am in song for you. Motherland-you are the confluence of the sources of civilization accumulated in thousands of years of history. You are the snow-covered Hukou Waterfall of the Yellow River in Tianshan Mountain. You are dignified, deep, broad and broad. The rushing river is your breath, and the boiling ocean is your blood. You are the theme of the world and the whole of my life. Motherland-you are the cry of Tiananmen Gate, the flaming flame of socialism, the horn of the people's revolution, and the sail of riding the wind and waves. You are strong, confident and enterprising, and the avant-garde grand blueprint of socialism is active in your wisdom, and the rising sun in the East is spreading your vitality. You are the creator of the world and the socialist practitioner of the motherland. Motherland-you are the spring breeze along the South China Sea coast and a touch of sunrise in Luohu Village. You are a railroad track on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and a derrick in Tarim Oilfield. Your foresight, skill and courage, and the great changes in the small fishing village have proved your courage. The smiling faces of the people write about your great motherland-your motherland that created life and transformed the world. Motherland-you are the banner of world peace and the messenger of human civilization and progress. You are a soldier who defends the truth and raises children. You are honest, caring, strong and kind. People all over the world admire your mind. The sons and daughters of China are grateful to your mother-like motherland-you have soothed the pain of human beings in the war and brought the dawn of peace. Motherland, Motherland-you have gone through a thousand years of history and crossed the world civilization. You've always known that. Firmly for Intel, you are kind and loving, defending Greenpeace. We are proud to be your children. We are proud to have such a motherland-we are United with you. We support you to move forward. Your children firmly believe that the future of the motherland is better, the future of the world is better and the future of mankind is better. This poetic name pervades your every season. It's the white dove who wakes up in the blue sky on the first morning in October! Motherland, I have loved you for too long ... October! My motherland, please give me a torch. I will follow your footsteps, let every dream flow with sweetness, and let all voices be covered with golden notes. Please spread the colorful clouds for me. I will inject eternal vitality into your cockroach. The first October is always like echoing tears. The sound of harmony passes through your heart and extends to the most passionate melody. In my heart, you are not only a green island where I can rest, but also a red cloud that makes me step on the beat. No matter the countless failures and successes of mountains, rivers, valleys, fields, trails and the sea, October is more fulfilling! Motherland ... for whom is the crown of October worn? On the first morning in October, in front of Tiananmen Square, I felt the aftertaste of osmanthus and the drums of harvest. I recall the historical sounds carved on white marble, and my thoughts have changed. How can the mountains and rivers in Wan Li not cultivate my beautiful character and integrity? ! Qian Fan celebrated the rising October, and my singing turned my motherland into a flock of doves flying high.