1. Classical Chinese essays about the Mid-Autumn Festival
Notes on Looking at the Moon in Qinhuai by Pan Zhiheng During the Mid-Autumn Festival at Wuwu, I climbed up Tiger Hill to see the moon and thought about Qinhuai.
After a few glances, the moonlight was as bright as day, and the two surnames Li Jijin and Wang were seen alone among thousands of people, but the moon could not be more surprising. At that time, all those who were good at music gathered in Jinling and listened to it at midnight.
At the end of the day, I lived in Jinling and had seen Yuanpo seven times. Jin Yi was about to leave. The Qinhuai people said: "Hu Yao didn't think about it, but he left after thinking about it. The general thought about it again." It stopped with anger.
Since the winding of the string, it has been like Wu Zha. If it lasts for almost two nights and suddenly loses it, then people may be better than Wu. It is not people who win but love. The sound of Wu is heard competing on the bank of the Qingxi River, and the one who wins with true love in the pavilion will present Yuan Nu's pearls and colorful girl's flute. Along with its unique tune, there are the sounds of green clouds. It is a drama, such as pipa and pearls, which are even more strange. Jue, I regret that I heard about it late and my ears are shallow. I should have abandoned Wu Si and read it again. I ordered him to travel to Wu. The pieces of stone are all willing, but they can be easily flat. A spoon in the sword pond shines like a sea seal.
As I threw the pen in the air, the clouds opened and the moon came out, and I suddenly found myself in the tiger hill. Because the song said: "My thoughts are hidden in the clouds. I am born in the moon and die in the wind. Suddenly it is like a dream." When I woke up, I thought about Yinghai again. The dragon street was bright and colorful, and I suddenly came to swim and play. I hope nothing will change in the future. "
2. Ancient texts about the Mid-Autumn Festival
The Mid-Autumn Festival has a full moon, and people looking at the moon to miss each other are common themes in ancient poetry. However, this poem has the opposite meaning. "Moon" is written, which makes the sad mood even more intense. The poet wrote this because he was depressed because of his failure in the examination and the disharmony in his marriage. Someone read this poem and thought that the poem's environment was not broad. After hearing this, he said: "I am not going to live forever, can my environment be broad?"
The first seven words point out the Mid-Autumn Festival without Moon. , also expresses the meaning of lovesickness. One can imagine how miserable people are when they miss each other, and there is no moon phase to comfort them during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Looking forward to the moon but not seeing it, he "first admires the sky and recites last night's poems". Probably the moon was bright last night, and the poet once wrote poems to express his emotions, but there is no moon tonight, so he can only seek temporary psychological balance from reciting last night's poems. The word "empty" can also reveal his helpless situation and lack of psychological balance.
Since reciting "Last Night's Poems" cannot "comfort lovesickness", we can only place our feelings on the appearance of the bright moon. The last two sentences say that although the clouds are thick and clear, I still hope that "there may be a temporary opening". Once the "clouds break and the moon comes", won't it be possible to "soothe my lovesickness". So even though the night is still deeper, I still sit and wait for the appearance of the bright moon. The poet uses infatuated expectations to express his deep love for lovesickness, and writes the emotion as extremely miserable. 3. Who has ancient poems or articles about the Mid-Autumn Festival and the bright moon?
There are many stories about the Mid-Autumn Festival and the bright moon. Check out the following to see if there are any that you like. Tang Dufu's "The Moon on the 15th of August" The Full Moon Flying into the Mirror , Return to the heart and fold the sword.
Turn around and travel far away, climb the laurel tree and look up to the sky. There is frost and snow on the waterway, and feathers are visible on the forest habitat.
Looking at the white rabbit at this time, I want to count the hair. ("Complete Poems of the Tang Dynasty") This is the poet's work to avoid chaos in Shu.
The first two couplets of the poem express the feeling of seeing the rising moon, and use the moon on August 15th, which symbolizes reunion, to reflect the sorrow of wandering in a foreign land; the last two couplets of the poem describe the Mid-Autumn night, "seeing feathers", "counting feathers" The lower part of the two lines "Qiu Hao" has a strange and dangerous character, and the idea is romantic, which is unique among Lao Du's poems. Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty "Walking at the Moon in Peach Garden on the 15th of August" saw the moon in the dust and felt at ease. It was a fairy mansion in the clear autumn.
The condensed light and long cold dew fall, standing on the highest mountain at this time. There are no clouds in the blue sky, and there is no wind, and there are pines growing on the mountains and water flowing down from the mountains.
Taking a leisurely look at the group of animals, the sky is thousands of miles apart. The young master led me to the jade altar, and I invited the true immortal official from afar.
The clouds are about to move under the stars, and Tianle makes a sound that makes his muscles and bones feel cold. The golden clouds and clouds gradually move eastward, and the shadows of the wheel are still seen frequently.
Beautiful scenery and good times are hard to come by again, so he should feel melancholy on this day. ("Complete Poems of the Tang Dynasty") Liu Yuxi (772-842), a writer and philosopher of the Tang Dynasty, named Mengde, was born in Luoyang.
This poem has sixteen lines, every four lines have a rhyme, and each rhyme is a natural paragraph. The first paragraph describes playing with the moon in Taoyuan, with the scenery of the moon and the feeling of play; the second paragraph describes the night of August 15th, with the sky, earth and mountains and rivers under the moonlight reflecting the moon of Mid-Autumn Festival; the third paragraph is romantic and unrestrained, describing the desire for immortality. Feelings arise naturally from scenery and emotions; the last paragraph draws back from imagination, writes about the sunrise and moonset, and even expresses the feeling of "perfect scenery and good times". After leaving Taoyuan for a while, it is difficult to revisit it.
The scenery in the whole poem changes from time to time, the mood moves with the scenery, and there is a sense of ups and downs. "Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. In the past year, on the night of August 15th, there was an apricot garden beside the Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15th this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Penpu. Where is the hometown to the northwest? How many times is the moon full to the southeast?
Yesterday the wind blew and no one was there, but tonight the light is as clear as in previous years. ("Complete Poems of the Tang Dynasty") This poem was written when he was far away from Jiangzhou. It expresses the emotion of things being different and people are changing. It brings out the transformation of space in the transformation of time, and also reveals the transformation of emotion in the transformation of time and space. In the past, The sharp contrast between the joy of traveling and the bitter sigh of today reveals the depression of living in exile.
Tang Pi Rixiu's "Guizi on the Night of August 15th in Tianzhu Temple" The jade stone fell under the moon wheel and was found in front of the temple. So far, there is no such thing as happening in heaven. It should be thrown to people by Chang'e.
("Complete Poems of the Tang Dynasty") Pi Rixiu (about 833--?), named Yishao, was from Xiangyang.
Poems are as famous as Lu Guimeng's, including "Pi Zi Wen Sou".
This quatrain describes the sweet-scented osmanthus. The falling sweet-scented osmanthus is originally as clean as jade, and becomes even more crystal-clear when reflected in the moonlight. When you pick up the flower, it still contains dew, which makes you feel moisturized. I think it was planted by Chang'e. world. The whole poem praises objects with virtual reality and ethereal implications. It uses the Mid-Autumn Festival to express the full emotion of playing with the moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival. It is wonderful to see the big from the small.
Song Su Shi's "Seeing the Moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival and Ziyou" The bright moon has not yet risen high in the mountains, and the auspicious light is thousands of feet long. Before the cup is finished, the silver tower surges, and the chaotic clouds break away like crashing waves.
Whoever washes his eyes for God should use thousands of dendrobium water from Minghe River. Then he looked at the people in the world coldly, and I couldn't bear to look at Zhanran.
Mars in the southwest is like a projectile, and its horns and tails are as bright as a dragon and a dragon. Tonight I can't see anything, but the fireflies are fighting to clear the cold.
Who is the boat in Bian yesterday? Thousands of lights made fish and dragons change at night. I follow the waves carelessly through twists and turns, and go to the festival with a low head and follow the song board.
The green light disappears in front of the mountain, is it a wave? How can the wind be strong again? The bright moon is easy to be low and people are easy to disperse. When you return to drink, you will pay more attention to it.
The moonlight in front of the hall becomes clearer and clearer, but your throat is cold? Ming dew grass. There is no one in the room after the rolling curtain is pushed open, except for the old man Chu who is mute under the window.
Don’t be ashamed of poverty in Nandu. There are several people who write poems about the moon. The personnel affairs of the Ming Dynasty followed the sunrise, and suddenly I dreamed of a guest from Yaotai.
("Song Shi Chao") This long song has fourteen couplets and twenty-eight lines, which can be said to be the longest Mid-Autumn Festival poem. The poem is written from the rising to the setting of the moon, which not only vividly depicts the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, but also vividly describes the personnel and events of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
In the poem, "A cup of unfinished silver surges, and it breaks away like a crashing wave." The momentum is strong, "Whoever washes his eyes for God should pay for the thousand dendrobium water of Minghe River" and the unique imagination, "Night of Thousand Lanterns" "Become a fish and a dragon", "Go to the festival with a low head and follow the song board" express the folk customs, "Come back and drink more to see more", "How many people wrote poems to the moon" express their own feelings, the whole poem is intertwined with scenes, people and ourselves It is mixed, with upbeat and uplifting style, sudden and frustrated poetic mood, low turns and smooth transitions, and excitement and euphemisms. It is indeed the best work among the Mid-Autumn Festival poems chanting the moon. Song Mi Fu's "Climbing a Tower to Look at the Moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival" has a clear view of the Huaihai Sea, which is as full as silver, and thousands of rainbow lights nurture the treasures of clams.
If there is no moon door in the sky, the cassia branches will support the westward wheel. Selected poems for the Mid-Autumn Festival "Mid-Autumn Festival" (Tang Dynasty) Li Puhao's spirit rose up in the sky, and the fairy music in the clouds was silent; the autumn colors were evenly divided, and the clouds were always bright, and the clouds were thousands of miles away; the cunning rabbit fell from the sky, and the monster toads came to life in front of you. ; Lingcha made an agreement to work together until the Milky Way is completely cleared.
"Playing with the Moon on the Night of August 15th" (Tang Dynasty) Liu Yuxi will use the moon tonight to cleanse the world. The summer heat has retreated and the skies are clear, and the autumn scenery is clear and clear.
The stars make them shine, and the wind and dew make them beautiful. The one who can change the human world is Yu Jing.
"Shui Tiao Ge Tou" (Song Dynasty) Su Dongpo Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking happily until dawn. I am writing this article because I am drunk and pregnant with my son.
When will the bright moon appear? Ask the sky for wine. I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky? I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid that it's so cold in the high places! Dancing clear shadow, like in the world? Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless.
There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This has never been the case in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.
In the Mid-Autumn Moon (Song Dynasty) Su Shi, the dusk clouds are all overflowing with coldness, and the silver man turns the jade plate silently. This night will not be good in this life. Where can I see the bright moon next year? "Taichang Yin" (Song Dynasty) Xin Qiji's autumn shadow turns to golden waves, and the flying mirror is polished again.
Ask Chang'e about the wine: What can I do if I am deceived by my gray hair! Take a good ride in the wind, see the sky thousands of miles away, and look straight down at the mountains and rivers. Cut off the Gui Posuo.
Humanity is more clear light. Taiwanese folk song: "Thoughts on a Mid-Autumn Journey" A solitary figure watches the wild geese, and misses the rich mink; remembers the moon in the autumn of my hometown, and is frightened at night in a foreign country.
The hand has not climbed the osmanthus, but it is like a rolled banana; I climb the tower to compose a sad poem, looking west to the distant sea and sky. "Moonlight Night Homesickness" The stars are sparse and the moon is cold in the Milky Way. Thousands of people are singing silently. Where is the home thousands of miles away, and the guests who come at night are full of sorrow.
"Suffering" The night is deep, the bright moon hangs high in the sky, silent; the sleepy eyes are hazy, as if in a dream; living and lying around are restless, the hometown is lingering in the mind; the suffering is bitter, and returning is empty , such as burning the king's heart. Mid-Autumn Festival Poems - Poems from the Han and Wei dynasties 1. Ancient poem: The bright moon is bright and bright at night, and the moon is shining brightly at night, prompting the weaving to sing on the east wall.
Yuheng refers to Meng Dong, how can all the stars align. White dew touches the weeds, and the seasons suddenly change.
The cicadas chirp among the trees in autumn, and the black birds pass away peacefully. In the past, my fellow disciples held high the praises of others.
4. I am looking for words and phrases about the Mid-Autumn Moon. They are not ancient texts but modern and beautiful words.
The Mid-Autumn Moon looks at the setting sun in the distance and the clouds disappear. The steps cross the ancient legend and are illuminated by a bright lamp. The lush moonlight of the years reflects the lonely figure. Watching the full moon with the twinkling stars in the sky. At the Mid-Autumn Festival, a praying heart rises in the heart of the wanderer. The dream of the earth stretches in the dictionary of Taibai and Dongpo, decorating Chang'e. In my thoughts every night, my wandering heart is rounded in the Mid-Autumn Festival night. The moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival is indulged in a long line that is thousands of miles away. It pulls the yearning heart from afar back to my loved ones. It is hidden in the tears of my parents. Immersed in the confrontation of brothers’ wine glasses, it is imprinted on my lover’s heart. In the pit of my heart----------------------------------------The moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, its bright and beautiful face Give people the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, bring long-lasting expectations to people, give people beautiful and unforgettable times, the peaceful moon palace, Zhang Guolao, cut down the eucalyptus, accompany the beautiful Chang'e to roam the fairy palace, the pastoral scenery, the pastoral songs of heaven, which are fascinating, the diligent jade rabbit in the heaven palace, pound the good medicine for radical cure. The depression and sadness in the world, people walk out of the shadows of uneasiness and move towards the warm golden sunshine. Year by year, the moonlight is like water, the spring breeze is full of happiness, the Milky Way is far away, the Milky Way is far away, the heaven is gorgeous, the rainbow is flying on the golden bridge, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are rushing for a happy and happy life. The palace in the sky, the orioles singing, the swallows dancing, the golden wall, the splendor of the gods and the beauty of the gods. The moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival makes people happy, with its beautiful and smooth face. I wish people good luck and happiness for many years. People have an unforgettable Mid-Autumn Festival together and bathe in the beautiful moonlight. The silver moonlight supports people's tranquil mood and purity. The moon is filled with moon cakes, the intoxicating fragrance is crystal clear, the beautiful moon is floating in the nine heavens, the leisurely boat carries people's good wishes, carries people's longing for happiness, and sails across the vast sky-------------- --------------------------The bright moon shines in the woods, and there is a sound on the branches and under the leaves. The person in my heart. The pond is like The deep mirror reflects the black willow shadow, and the wind weeps in the willow tops... Let's dream, it's time. The vast, warm tranquility seems to come down from the starry sky. This is the perfect moment. 5. Ancient poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival
I hope that people will live thousands of miles long*** Selected poems from Chanjuan's Mid-Autumn Festival poems: Drinking alone under the moon Li Bai A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date.
Raise your glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me.
For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring. My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.
They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk. We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan.
The Moon on the Night of August 15th Du Fu The full moon flies into the bright mirror, returning to the heart to fold the sword. Turning around and walking far away, climbing osmanthus and looking up to the sky.
There is suspicion of frost and snow on the waterway, and feathers can be seen on the forest habitat. At this time, looking at the white rabbit, I want to count the hair.
Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night by Wang Jian The white trees in the courtyard are roosting with crows, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks out, I wonder who is missing in autumn thoughts! Playing with the Moon in Nanzhai Wang Changling When I was lying high in Nanzhai, I was vomiting at the beginning of the month.
The clear water and trees are reflected in the window. The passage is full and empty, and the clarity changes from the past to the present.
The beauty is sitting by the Qingjiang River, and the night is getting more and more painful. How about thousands of miles away, the breeze blows Landu.
Mid-Autumn Moon Su Shi The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently. This night in this life will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
The Mid-Autumn Moon has come together, the sky is blue and cloudless, the dew is wet, and the stars are shining brightly. Donglin is not hindered by the rising trend, and the world is looking at the road ahead.
Maybe Mingming Yinhaoso is willing to teach the darkness to take the elixir branch. Poor Guan Yechanjuan's shadow, facing the remaining wine of the fifth period.
Guan Shan Yue Li Bai The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds. The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass.
Han descended to Baideng Road, and Hu glanced at Qinghai Bay. The origin of the battle was that no one returned.
The garrisonmen looked at the side with a sad look on their faces as they thought about returning home. The tall building is like this night, sighing is not enough.
Night Thoughts by Li Bai There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.
Moonlight Night Liu Fangping The moonlight is deeper than half of the house, and the Beidou is tilted to the south. Tonight, I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green window screen.
Chang'e Li Shangyin The candle shadow on the mica screen is deep, the long river is gradually setting and the dawn stars are sinking. Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and her heart will be filled with blue sea and blue sky every night.
Reminiscing about my brother-in-law on a moonlit night by Du Fu The sound of garrison drums breaks the line of people, and there is a sound of wild geese on the edge of autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended.
Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan Zhang Jiuling The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night! When the candle is extinguished, the compassionate light is full, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.
I can't bear to give away gifts, but I still have a good night's sleep. Frost Moon Li Shangyin I first heard that there are no cicadas among the wild geese, and the water reaches the sky a hundred feet high.
The young girl Su'e is cold-tolerant, and she fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon. She is pregnant under the moon in the autumn night. Meng Haoran The bright moon hangs in the autumn sky, moistened with lustrous dew. The startled magpies have not yet settled down, and the flying fireflies roll in behind the curtain.
The cold shadows of the locust tree in the courtyard are sparse, and the neighboring pestle sounds urgently at night. How long the good times are! Standing looking at the sky.
Mid-Autumn Festival awaits the moon, Lu Guimeng, the lack of frost turns to late, and the good wind seems to bring good luck. The curtains are slanting and the trees are separated by endless love. The candles and candles are dimly scented and I sit there without hesitation.
I love hearing Sheng tunes in the north, and gradually lose sight of the stars in the South. Who is the school's cooling power, who wants to reduce the first round and the noon hour.
Nizhuang Mid-Autumn Festival Yuan Haowen The days of strong food are more than thin, and the narrow clothes are already cold in autumn. Children reminisce about each other, but they know how difficult it is to travel.
The dew air enters the hut, and the sound of the stream makes the rocky beach noisy. The moon comes at night in the mountains, but I haven't seen it until dawn.
Playing with the Moon in Taoyuan on the night of August 15th Liu Yuxi When I see the moon in the dust, my heart feels free, especially in the Qingqiu Fairyland. The condensed light and long cold dew fall, standing on the highest mountain at this time.
There are no clouds in the blue sky, no wind can move, there are pines growing on the mountains and water flowing down from the mountains. Taking a leisurely look at the group of animals, the sky and the earth are thousands of miles apart.
Young Master led me to the jade altar, where I bowed to the true immortal official from afar. The clouds (carriage left and right) were about to move under the stars, and Tianle let out a cry of coldness in his muscles and bones.
The golden clouds and clouds gradually move eastward, and the shadows of the wheel are still seen frequently. It is difficult to combine beautiful scenery with good times, so he should feel melancholy on this day.
Mid-Autumn Moon Yan Shu Ten rounds of frost shadows turn around the courtyard, and this evening people are alone in the corner. Su'e may not be without regrets, but the jade toad is cold and the sweet-scented osmanthus is lonely.
Mid-Autumn Moon Su Shi The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently. This night in this life will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th by Bai Juyi On the night of August 15th of the past year, I was by the apricot garden beside the Qujiang Pool. On the night of August 15th this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Penpu.
Looking to the northwest, where is my hometown? To the southeast, I can see how full the moon is. Yesterday the wind blew and no one was there, but tonight the light is as clear as in previous years.
On the night of August 15th in Tianzhu Temple, the osmanthus peel rests on the day of rest. A jade stone falls under the moon wheel, and it is found in front of the temple. So far, there is no such thing as happening in heaven. It should be thrown to people by Chang'e.
Seeing the Moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival and Zizi by Su Shi The bright moon is not high in the mountains, and the auspicious light is thousands of feet long. Before the cup is finished, the silver tower surges, and the chaotic clouds break away like crashing waves.
Whoever washes his eyes for God should use thousands of dendrobium water from Minghe River. Then he looked at the people in the world coldly, and I couldn't bear to look at Zhanran.
Mars in the southwest is like a projectile, and its horns and tails are as bright as a dragon and a dragon. Tonight I can't see anything, but the fireflies are fighting to clear the cold.
Who is the boat in Bian yesterday? Thousands of lights made fish and dragons change at night. I follow the waves carelessly through twists and turns, and go to the festival with a low head and follow the song board.
The green light disappears before turning around the mountain, and the waves* (wind left and right occupy) will the wind return and become strong again. The bright moon is easy to be low and people are easy to disperse. When you return to drink, you will pay more attention to it.
The moonlight in front of the hall becomes clearer and clearer, and the dew grass is heard when the throat is cold* (insects above and below). There is no one in the room after the rolling curtain is pushed open, except for the old man Chu who is mute under the window.
Don’t be ashamed of poverty in Nandu, and there are several people who write poems about the moon. The personnel affairs of the Ming Dynasty followed the sunrise, and suddenly I dreamed of a guest from Yaotai.
Climbing the tower to look at the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival Mi Fu's eyes are so poor that the Huaihai Sea is as full as silver, and thousands of rainbow lights are nurturing the clams. If there is no moon door in the sky, the osmanthus branches will support the westward wheel.
How bright is the bright moon? How bright is the bright moon? It shines on my bed curtains. I was so worried that I couldn't sleep at night, so I picked up my clothes and wandered around.
Although it is a pleasant trip, it is better to return home early. When I go out and feel alone, who should I complain to for my worries? The leader returned to the room and shed tears on his clothes.
Shui Tiao Ge Tou Su Shi When will the bright moon come, ask the blue 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, but I am afraid that it will be cold in the high places. Dancing clear shadow, like in the world.
Turning to the Zhu Pavilion, the Qihu is low, and the light is sleepless. There should be no hatred, why will things last forever when we say 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.
Xijiang Moon Su Shi is in Huangzhou, walking on the Qishui River on a spring night. Go to a restaurant to drink and get drunk.
I rode the moon to a bridge over a stream, untied my saddle and bent my arms, and lay down drunk for a little rest. It's already known.
The mountains are crowded together and the flowing water is sonorous, which seems to be otherworldly. This sentence is written on the bridge pillar.
The waves are shining brightly in the wild, and the sky is faintly visible across the sky. The barrier of mud has not been resolved, and the arrogance of Jade Cong has not yet been solved. I want to get drunk and sleep on the fragrant grass.
It’s a pity that if a stream of wind and moon blows, don’t teach me to crush Qiong Yao. Undressing the saddle and pillowing on the green poplar bridge, Du Yu heard the spring dawn.
Back to Dong Tiju for the Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet by Wen Tianxiang. The festival is illuminated by the river, and the clear ice of the boat carrying paintings is lifted. When the moon is over, the glass is raised, and the fragrant bottles are filled with green water. Worship the falling stars, and make appointments with the bright moon.
The city is full of wind and rain, so lucky that the Double Ninth Festival is so close; the country and the mountains are as picturesque as ever before when I visited Red Cliff. If you pay with straw, you will be clothed in succession.
The river is full of red. Mid-Autumn Festival Sends Far Away Xin Qiji Go up to the west building quickly, fearing that the sky will release and the floating clouds will cover the moon. But the jade-fiber horizontal flute cracked with a single blow.
Who makes curling floating world, the most. 6. The Moon Classical Chinese
The original text of a night tour at Chengtian Temple: On the twelfth day of October in the sixth year of Yuanfeng, at night, I undressed and was about to fall asleep. The moonlight came into my house, and I happily set off.
Thinking of no joy, I went to Chengtian Temple to look for Zhang Huaimin. Huai Min also stayed up and walked with each other in the atrium.
The sky under the courtyard looks like accumulated water, with algae and lilies intertwined in the water, covered with bamboo and cypress shadows. What night is there without a moon? Where are there no bamboos or cypresses? But there are few idle people like the two of us.
Notes on Moon Observation by Zhang Xiaoxiang The moon is extremely bright in the Mid-Autumn Festival. To observe the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is better to be near water; However, there is no moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the city and palaces are all close to the water? It is built ①, but if the human traces are far away, it will be an empty and lonely place ②.
There are indeed curious people who can walk alone at night in the open space and secluded Qi. ③ It’s a matter of time to play. Today, I am traveling to the Jinsha pile. It has four beauties and I have been watching it for a long time in August. In Dongting, there are no clouds in the sky, and the moon is as white as day. Among the green grass of Shadang Dongting, it is ten feet high and surrounded by water, which is hundreds of miles away.
I tied the boat under it, but all the boys climbed up. The color of the sand is just yellow, competing with the moon; the water is like a jade plate, and the sand is like gold deposits. The light is radiating, and the body is cold and the eyes are dizzy. Although I have not tasted the palaces of Langfeng, Yaotai, and Guanghan, I have never been there. This stops the ears.
Covering the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, looking at the water, I am alone and there are people far away, so I am prepared. The book is a record of watching the moon on a pile of golden sand.