(4 songs)
love song
There are thousands of grudges and feelings, and when you meet, you smile and forget the enmity.
High and low sigh boudoir chaos, tears of blood sleeves red.
Qiu Ge
Zaiyuandongliang
In autumn, tourists love the distance and can see the recklessness in the wild.
White flowers quivered like sleeves, and people suspected that Zheng Sheng Stone Man was shouting.
Gu Feng Xiao Gu Bing
Yuan dangchun
The wind in the valley dispels the ice in the valley, and the stream leaps forward.
White waves are like snow, and spring flowers are wonderful.
Stay in Qingliu Temple, work hard and eat a pear.
Shikonghai
The same method is like meeting the deep, swimming in the white fog and suddenly returning to Cen.
It's hard to see you again in my life. It's not a dream.
On March 3rd, a banquet was held at Xiwei Temple.
Kazuo Ishikami
Three liters in March, three mornings and three springs.
Feng Gai Lingyun Lin Jue Garden, Luan Yujing Ri Zen Gold.
Moss Liu Mo Ying Ge Feet, Red Heart Taoxi Butterfly Dance New.
Fortunately, I was rewarded for doing nothing in Vatican City. I know there is a cut that is not divorced from the truth.
Early autumn moonlit night
Liang Cenan's history
Three to five nights in Sanqiu, long nights and cool nights.
Worm nets hang white and leaves turn yellow.
Xue Yong
Fujiwara Daoxiong
Thousands of miles of snow, oblique.
Suspicion is the plum blossom field in the sky, and the rain teacher hunts for mysterious flowers and withers.
2. Appreciating the Moon Poetry: Jade toad is cold, osmanthus is lonely! Wang Changling, lying on the high seat in the south study, we opened the curtain-we saw the rising moon.
The clear water-flowing wood flows like waves on our windows and doors. Time flies, calmly, beyond our wisdom, and the old and the new alternate.
Our chosen person, our friend, is singing, perhaps, a sad oriental song by the clear river. A thousand miles away, there is a smell of orchids coming with the wind.
In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's twilight clouds are overflowing and the cold is pressing. The wind blew yesterday, so no one can see the bright moon next year. That night, people were drinking with the moon alone. Li Bai poured a pot of wine and drank alone with me among the flowers. No one is with me.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
On August 15th, Du Fu of jathyapple looked at the moon and flew to the mirror, returning to his heart to fold his sword. Turn the tent and travel far, climb the laurel and ascend to heaven.
The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers. At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumnal equinox.
Looking at the Bai Shu crow in Wang Jian's atrium for fifteen nights, I gradually saw that all the stars in the south basket were gone. Who is the school's cooling power, want to reduce the first round and noon, the end of the world at this time.
To bring a separated heart, Chang 'e should throw it to people. On the night of August 15th, Tianzhu Temple, Pi Rixiu the Devil, and Shanshan the Jade Crown got off the moon, in the boundless sea of clouds and haze.
The wind is blowing from thousands of miles away. Although I put on my coat, it is not warm, and the long river is gradually sinking. On the night of August 15th this year, I lay in bed, hoping to have a dream, tossing and turning, unable to rest.
In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
On the night of August 15th, Bai Juyi looked at the moon in the pavilion. On the night of August 15 the year before last, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the weather was beautiful, which seemed to be a gift from heaven. The curtain leans against the tree, feeling infinite, and the candle is faint and fragrant.
Zhuang Ni's Mid-Autumn Festival is too thin to ask words, and the narrow clothes and autumn are already cold. The soldiers turned around and looked at the border. I wondered who Qiu Si belonged to.
Not necessarily Su E has no regrets. The moon appears in the mountains at night.
The people of China are marching along Deng Bai Road. Tonight is as sunny as ever, and I suddenly think of home. In the room upstairs tonight, during the long and thoughtful night, the moon turned several times in the southeast, and Han Yin quietly turned to the land.
From the battlefield. Look at the moon and children in Mid-Autumn Festival. Su Shi's bright moon is not high in the mountains, but red in thousands of feet.
A cup of silver is not full, and the clouds are scattered. Those who wash God's eyes should welcome the water from Fermin River.
Then I will be indifferent to people in the world, just like I am sorry for Zhan Ran. Mars in the southwest is like a projectile. Its horns and tail are bright and pale.
Not tonight, but even fireflies are fighting for the cold. Who was rowing yesterday? This is a thousand days and nights.
The twists and turns have no intention of chasing the waves, and they bow their heads to sacrifice with the song board. Did Bo * (left wind and right wind) return before the green fluorescence disappeared and turned to the mountain?
The bright moon is easy to fall and disperse, and it is even more important to see it when you come back. The clearer the moonlight in front of the hall, the better, and the cold throat * (the general will get worms) will show grass.
Shutters push doors silently, while windows are silent and old. Du Nan is engaged in shame and poverty, and there are several people who write moon poems.
In the Ming dynasty, the personnel were in the same position as the morning glow, and suddenly I dreamed of Yao and Taiwan. Mid-Autumn Festival, Mifei is poor, Huaihai is wrapped in silver, and Wan Daohong breeds mussels.
If there is no labor in the sky, the osmanthus tree will grow long and break the moon. The moon has how bright, and the moon has how bright. Take care of my bed.
Too sad to sleep, wandering around in clothes. Although the guests are happy, it is better to turn back early.
Who should you sue when you leave home alone? Back to my room, tears stained my clothes. When does Su Shi, the head of water diversion, have a bright moon? Ask about Sky Wine.
I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I want to go home in the wind, lest it be too cold on the roof.
Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.
There should be no hate, and nothing can be done. People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past.
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. When I arrived at the temple, I found it was Huaxin, but no one returned it.
This night in my life is not long. I love the tone in the north.
In "Frost Moon", Li Shangyin first heard that there was no cicada, and a hundred feet of water met the sky. Su E, a young woman, is cold-resistant, fighting with frost in the middle of the month, dreaming of Meng Haoran in the autumn night, hanging under the moon in the autumn sky, and her luster is wet.
The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in. The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent.
What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand. Mid-Autumn Festival in Lu Guimeng and other months, first frost lost its turn late.
So far, nothing has happened. I think of Li Bai and such a bright line at the foot of my bed at night.
Mid-Autumn full moon, cloudless wet clothes, stars pour out the rules. Lin Dong doesn't interfere with getting up gradually, and seeing the road all over the world.
Can also clearly sing the spirit of Hao, willing to teach the dark to take Dan Zhi. Poor night ChanJuan shadow, facing five waiting for residual wine.
Guan Shanyue, Li Bai and the bright moon in the sky. Chang 'e should regret stealing the elixir, but she didn't finish reading it until dawn.
On the night of August 15, Liu Yuxi saw the moon in the dust of Taoyuan, and his feelings were between the fairy houses in the clear autumn. Long and cold, standing on the highest mountain at this time.
Blue is nothing but Feng Yun, and Songshan grows in the water. A group of people are moving leisurely, and Gogoing is thousands of miles away.
Shao Jun led me to the jade altar and invited the real fairy officer to come from afar. Cloud * (left car right car) moves under the starry sky, the sky is happy and the bones are cold.
Jin Xin gradually moved eastward, and the shadow of the wheel still rose. It is difficult to get back together when it is absolutely beautiful, and he should be disappointed on this day.
In the mid-autumn moon, Yan Shu turned to court for ten rounds. So I left my information to the moon, which is difficult to travel.
Dew entered the hut, and the sound of streams and stone beaches was loud. Looking up, I found it was moonlight, knocking on the battlements of Yumenguan in front of Shatou Water Museum in Songpu, thinking of my hometown, with longing in my eyes! Although I blew out the candle, it didn't get dark.
Where is the hometown of hope in the northwest? Could the Tatar army have been frosted by the apricot garden in Qujiangchi across the blue bay? . Tonight, the moon is full of hope.
Du Fu, a wanderer, heard the drums that predicted the battle. It was the first call of autumn, a wild goose from the border. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
Looking at the moon and thinking about the distance, Zhang Jiuling and the moon are now full at sea. Children reminisce, Coody Leng is silent, and osmanthus is wet.
On a willow moonlit night, the moonlight is deeper than that of half a family, and the Big Dipper languishes in the south. Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.
The clouds on the Chang River have a deep shadow on the mother screen.
3. Moon-watching poems 1. Looking at the bright moon at fifteen nights-Wang Jian
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.
I'm looking forward to the moon tonight. I don't know who will land in Qiu Si!
2. Su Shi's "Water Tune Song Tou" When is the bright moon, ask the sky for wine. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.
3. Drinking the bright moon alone-Li Bai
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
The poem Mid-Autumn Festival is about the Mid-Autumn Festival.
(Tang) Lipu
When the mirror rises in the sky, the clouds are silent;
A full round, accompanied by Wan Liyun;
The sly rabbit falls the string, and the demon frog rests in front of him;
Lingcha plans to go hand in hand until the Milky Way is completely clear.
Mid-Autumn Moon (Yan Shu)
Ten rounds of frost shadows turn to court, and tonight is a lonely corner.
Su E is not without disappointment and hatred.
Guizi of Tianzhu Temple on the night of August 15th (Tang Pi Rixiu)
Yu Xing got off the moon wheel and picked up the dew in front of the temple.
So far, the sky doesn't exist, but Chang 'e should be thrown to people.
The poem "Playing with the Moon on August 15th" is about enjoying the moon.
Yuxi Liu Tang
Tonight the sky will wash the world again.
Go to Qiu Lai in summer.
The stars are shining and the breeze is bright.
What can change the human world is Yujing in You Ran.
Thoughts?in?the?Still?of?the?Night
Tang Libai
The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .
Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home.
Drink the moon alone.
Tang Libai
A pot of wine from the flowers, I drink it alone. No one is with me.
Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us.
Alas, the moon cannot drink water, and my shadow follows me blankly; .
But for a while, I had these friends who cheered me up at the end of spring.
I sang. The moon encourages me and I dance. My shadow is rolling in the back.
I woke up and had sex, and then I got drunk and we lost each other.
Will goodwill be guaranteed? I think the Milky Way is a long way.
August 15th, jathyapple.
Don du fu
The full moon flies in the mirror and returns to the heart to fold the sword.
Turn the tent and travel far, climb the laurel and ascend to heaven.
The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is full of feathers.
At this time, I am looking forward to the white rabbit and want to count the autumnal equinox.
Think of my brothers on a moonlit night.
Don du fu
A vagrant heard drums heralding battle, and a wild goose sang in autumn.
He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! .
Oh, my brothers, what's the point of my life without you? .
However, if there is something wrong with letters in peacetime, what can I expect in wartime? .
Watch the moon in the pavilion on the evening of August 15th.
Tang Bai Juyi
On the evening of August 15 last year, next to the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall.
Where is the hometown in the northwest? Look at the moon several times in the southeast.
Nobody met when it was windy yesterday, but tonight it is as sunny as usual.
Looking at the moon, thinking of a distant one.
Don Zhang Jiuling
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.
Bring a separated heart and long-term consideration at night.
Although I blew out the candles, it didn't get dark, and although I put on my coat, it didn't get warm.
So I left my message to the moon and then turned to my bed, hoping to have a dream.
Give birth to a child under the autumn night and the moon
Tang Meng Haoran)
Autumn moon hangs in the sky, and the luster is wet.
The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in.
The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the neighboring pestle is noisy at night.
What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand.
Watching the moon on fifteen nights
Tangwangjian
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.
Tonight, the moon is full of hope. I wonder whose house Qiu Si will fall into.