Poetry about the homesickness of the moon 1. Poems describing the homesickness of the moon
-Wang Changling's "Fortress" Spring breeze is the green of Jiang Nanan. When will the bright moon shine on me? -Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou" When is the bright moon, ask the sky for wine. -Su Shi's "Water Tune" The foot of my bed is so bright, will it have frost? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. -Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking" is full of mountains, and horseshoes urge the moon to return. -Yue Fei's "Chizhou Cuiwei Pavilion Poetry" The bright moon follows the rafters, and the spring tide is deep every night. -Wang Changling's "Send Guo Sicang" sends you back to my old house, and the moon is full of thousands of rivers. -Yang Jiong's "Night Send Zhao Zong", the voice is too light, no one can hear it, except my comrade-in-arms Mingyue. -where is Wang, a person who is too heartbroken to see anything, can only see the moonlight on the yellow silk waves on her loom? -Shen Wei's "Ancient Meaning" nobody cares about the cool breeze and bright moon, which makes the south cool. -Huang Tingjian's "Ezhou South Building Book" looks up at the bright moon and sends feelings for thousands of miles. -"Midnight Qiu Ge" This night is hard in my life. Where to see the bright moon next year? -Su Shi's "Mid-Autumn Moon" The moon rises from the cloud cliff and is full of color. -Zuo Si's "Miscellaneous Poems" Castle Peak and Rain are sexual, and the bright moon has been in two townships. -Wang Changling's "Send Wood to the Palace Que" The bright moon and spring breeze are three to five nights, and ten thousand people are happy and one person is sad. -Bai Juyi's "The fifteenth day of the first month of Chang 'an" The bright moon shines on tall buildings and wants to see Yu Guanghui. -"Don't Poetry" is full in May and short in April and May. -"Nineteen Ancient Poems" are cut into acacia fans, just like the bright moon. -"Songs of Complaint" The bright moon shines on my bed, and the stars and the Han people are still young at night. -Cao Pi's Ge Yanxing looks at the blue waves and the bright moon. -Cao Pi's "Miscellaneous Poems" The bright moon shines on tall buildings, and the time is falling. -Cao Zhi's "Seven Wounded Poems" can't sleep at night, and the bright moon burns. -The full text of "Song of Midnight"
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2. A complete collection of ancient poems about the homesickness of the moon
When Li Bai was a child in Gulangyu, he didn't know the moon, so he called it Baiyupan. He also suspected that Yao Taijing was flying at the end of the white clouds. Immortals hang down their feet, and osmanthus trees are a mass. The white rabbit smashed the medicine and asked who to eat with. Toad eclipses the round shadow, and Daming night is gone. When he passed away, heaven and man were clear and peaceful. The yin essence is confused, confused, so I don't watch it. What's on your mind? Sijun didn't see how sad Yuzhou was. When did asking for the moon (asked by his old friend Jia Chunling) drink wine? I stopped for a drink today and wanted to ask. The bright moon is unattainable, and the moon follows people. When you see the night coming from the sea, you'd rather know that it has gone to the clouds. The white rabbit is rejuvenating in autumn, and Chang 'e lives alone. No one can see anyone today. The moonlight shone in the golden urn for a long time. The moon hangs on the Xijiang River, Li Bai stays in the moon, and Wangjiang flows by itself. Suddenly, the west of the city was covered with jade hooks. Although plain flowers are desirable, you can't swim in the clear scenery. You are worried about Jin Lang, but you can't see the magpie building in the air. The moon is pregnant, and Li Bai's clear spring reflects the pine. I wonder how many centuries have passed. Leng Yue wave flow window. For this reason, the air is long. A river extends horizontally. When I came out, the mountain was white, and behind it was a clear sea. In order to cherish it, it sang like a round fan until the fifth watch. At the beginning of the month, Du Fu's autumn is near, and the moon shadow on earth is clear. When he enters the river, the rabbit will live forever. This will only benefit Dan's heart, it will increase the invention. If you know the land, don't worry about the country's western camp. At the beginning of the month, Du Fu's thin string was not on, and the shadow wheel was uneasy. Tall buildings want to kill people. Long-sighted, towels are always there. The jade dew is clear, and the galaxy is not semi-circular. Who picks the golden characters and puts out the candle eyebrows? The full moon is full of Du Fu's solitary moon, and the cold river moves the night leaves. The Committee is uncertain, and the seats are more according to it. There is no shortage of empty mountains and quiet, and high hanging columns are sparse. In the old garden, pines and laurels grow, and in Wan Li, it is clear. I am eager to count the autumn cents. A little below Wushan Canyon, my name is still Bai Di. The air is dark and the wheels are half bright and half dark. Diao Dou urges the dawn, and the toad depends on itself. Zhang Gong leans on the ghost, not only the Han family camp. Izayoi played with Du Fu's old jinbo, and passed on the autumn scenery of high curative value. The mountains are wide everywhere, and the rivers are close to the Han people. Taniguchi sings firewood and Gucheng Xiao. Birds frequently turn over in Ming Dynasty. Maozhai relies on orange pomelo, which is fresh. Looking at the moon, I think of a distant moon in Zhang Jiuling, which is now at sea and the horizon is * * * at this time. It brings a separated heart, and the night is long and considerate. Although I blew out the candle, it was not dark. Although I put on my coat, it was not warm, so I left my message to the moon and still had a dream. Looking at the autumn moon, Zhang Jiuling was bright and dreamy, and looked at each other in the court. It's bright green, it's yellow and windy. Reunion was born at sea. The shadow is full of golden mirrors, and the jade pots are bright in turn. Gradually, Ling Hanyi will cross. Su E will taste the medicine, and the black magpie will surround the branches in surprise. The light will be white and the clouds will be the brightest. At this time, under Yao's masonry, the pod will be proud. Miscellaneous songs, bamboo branches and plums are involved in stone walls, and white clouds cover hibiscus. Everyone in Zhao Junxi speaks the same language. As we all know, there is no rain and no wind thousands of miles away. On the morning of autumn, I sang with Sima Qiujiu and Qiuyueyun in Zichuan, wearing a jade rope, and the moon was full of mirrors. The dew is cold, the frost is cold, and the shadow is cold. The color leakage is thin and the floating light is surging. Xiyuan disciples enjoy themselves, but they don't fly south. On the evening of August 15th, they played with all the guests, and the moon was white and relaxed. White-headed men advise each other to be strong and happy. Knowing that there will be an annual meeting will remain as strong and healthy as a mystery. In autumn, Fengde Temple and teachers chant the moon, and there is a cold wind in the Tang Dynasty, which is light and round, and the tall building is at the top of Bishan Mountain. In August, there is no place to replenish water, which is good for the sky. The dark star is purple, and the hustle and bustle turns to the market. In the evening, I was alone with the rock monk. I wonder if I can see abbot Yingzhou on the platform tonight. At the foot of Junshan Mountain on the Mid-Autumn Festival night, there is no surge of the moon, blowing a faint fog and spitting tracts. Teacher Yu cleaned me up and swept the waves behind Sichuan. The stars are gone, and the light cage is cold. In order to drive away the sunset glow, the road is blue, wide and bright. Look up at the world. The Mid-Autumn Festival has no sea and rain to wash the smoke, and the bright moon comes from the sky. Grass and trees are covered with water, and shadows hang on the balcony. The whale's mouth is full of glory, but the mussel is lost. Looking at the column at night, you should see Penglai. On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, you can't send your friend to the south building, and the lake shines on the tall building. There is no green wine to sing, so you can buy clear autumn at a low price. The wind is cold, the fish and dragons are silent, and the wheels are high and the stars are quiet.
3. Poems about the homesickness of the moon
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. -Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! -Du Fu's Moonlight Remembering My Brother
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. -Su Shi's "Mid-Autumn Festival with Water Tune and Ice Dust"
Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building. -Li Qingzhao's "A piece of plum, red lotus root fragrance, residual jade in autumn"
* * * Looking at the bright moon and crying, for the heart, five places, all sick and willing. -Bai Juyi's feeling of looking at the moon
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. -Zhang Jiuling's "Full Moon Philip Burkart"
Sadness is inch by inch, and it is hard to make yourself intoxicated if you want to drown your sorrows in wine. -Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jie Xing Qiu Nostalgia"
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. -Wang Jian's Fifteen Nights Full Moon Send to Du Langzhong
4. Homesick poems describing the moon
Mount Emei Yuege
Lipper
In the autumn of the first half of Mount Emei, the Pingqiang River reflected.
In the evening, Qingxi went to the Three Gorges, but the four gentlemen did not see Yuzhou.
Ask the moon for wine (old friend Jia Chunling asked him)
Lipper
When will the moon appear in the blue sky? I'll stop for a drink and ask. You can't climb on the moon,
The moon walks with people. Green smoke as bright as a mirror is flying in the palace, emitting cold light.
I only see the clouds rising from the sea every night, and who knows the clouds in the morning? White rabbits pound medicine in autumn and recover in spring,
Who does Chang 'e live alone with? Now people are not seen in Gu Yue, but in this month they took the ancients.
The ancients said, if people are running water, they look at the bright moon. I just hope that when this song is suitable for drinking,
The moonlight shines in the golden bottle.
5. Poems about the homesickness of the moon
Gu lang yue hang
Lipper
When I was young, I didn't know the bright moon in the sky, so I called it Bai Yupan. I also suspect that Yao Taijing is flying beyond the white clouds.
Immortals drop their feet, and osmanthus trees form a group. The white rabbit smashed the medicine and asked who to eat with.
The white rabbit is not an old panacea. Can you tell me who eats it? Toads eat the full moon, the moon, the moon is so dark, I don't know.
After Yi shot down nine suns, the paradise on earth was clear and quiet. No matter how worried you are, sadness will destroy your heart.
Mount Emei Yuege
Lipper
In the autumn of the first half of Mount Emei, the Pingqiang River reflected.
In the evening, Qingxi went to the Three Gorges, but the four gentlemen did not see Yuzhou.
Ask the moon for wine (old friend Jia Chunling asked him)
Lipper
When will the moon appear in the blue sky? I'll stop for a drink and ask. You can't climb on the moon,
The moon walks with people. Green smoke as bright as a mirror is flying in the palace, emitting cold light.
I only see the clouds rising from the sea every night, and who knows the clouds in the morning? White rabbits pound medicine in autumn and recover in spring,
Who does Chang 'e live alone with? Now people are not seen in Gu Yue, but in this month they took the ancients.
The ancients said, if people are running water, they look at the bright moon. I just hope that when this song is suitable for drinking,
The moonlight shines in the golden bottle.
Thoughts in the dead of night
Lipper
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Hanging by the Xijiang River, waiting for the moon to get pregnant.
Lipper
Before the moon came out, the Wangjiang River flowed by itself. Suddenly, the city is west of the country, and the jade hook hangs in the sky.
Although Su Hua can be recruited, Jing Qing can't travel. I'm worried about Kimberly. I'm looking at the Magpie House.
Full moon and pregnancy.
Lipper
The clear water reflects the sparse leaves in Gu Song, which have been generated here for thousands of years. Colorful, firefly light flashing in front of the window.
I can't help sighing deeply, because it also causes me to miss you deeply. In this beautiful moonlight, I can't see the whole picture of your road, but there is also a kind of melancholy in my heart.
Look at the moon after rain
Lipper
The suburbs are cloudy, and opening an account is half a toad. Wan Shuang, a river to practice horizontal.
When the mountain is white, the sea is high and then bright. Out of pity, I sang like a fan until the fifth watch.
moon
Du Fu
Autumn is near in the sky, and the moon is clear on the ground. When you enter the river, the toad will live forever.
Only beneficial to Dan Xin, can add white invention. If you know the land like the back of your hand, don't follow the western camp of the country.
crescent
Du Fu
The light string is not bright and the shadow wheel is not safe. Slightly beyond the ancient fortress, it has been hidden in the clouds.
Hehan does not change color, and the mountains are cold. There are white dew and chrysanthemums in front of the court.
Jiangyue
Du Fu
Moonlight in the river In Mizunokami, tall buildings think of killing people. A long trip to the horizon always leaves a towel.
The jade dew is clear, and the galaxy is not semi-circular. Who picks the brocade and puts out the candle eyebrow?
full moon; a baby's completion of its first month of life
Du Fu
When the lonely moon is full, the cold river moves at night. Wei undecided, according to qi.
There is no shortage of empty mountains and quiet, and high-hanging columns are sparse at night. My hometown is Pine laurel, Wan Li * * * Qing.
Two poems of the night of August 15th.
Du Fu
Flying mirrors everywhere, returning 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 covered with feathers. At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumnal equinox.
A little lower than Wushan gorge, it is still called Baidicheng. The air is full of darkness, and the wheels are half bright and half dark.
Diao Dou urged the dawn, but the toad was on her own. Zhang gong leans against mental disability, not only the Han family camp.
Izayoi plays with the moon.
Du Fu
The old golden wave is cool, and the jade dew is autumn. The mountains are wide everywhere, and the rivers are close to people.
Taniguchi collects firewood and sings, and the lonely city flute begins to worry. Batong stayed up all night and went boating in the middle of the night.
Seventeen nights of the moon
Du Fu
The autumn moon is still full at night, and Jiangcun is lonely and old. The shutter still shines on the guest, and the leaning stick is more with the person.
The light shines on diving, and the frequency at which the light turns over birds. Mao Zhai is based on orange pomelo, which clearly reveals Huaxin.
Looking at the moon, thinking of a distant one.
Zhang Jiuling
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.
Looking at the autumn moon
Zhang Jiuling
In Qing Dynasty, river of no return and Wan Li were in full swing. Dreamlike thinking, face to face in court.
Bright moss and dew, gloomy yellow leaf wind. You can't speak with emotion, which often makes osmanthus empty.
The moon is now round at sea.
Zhu Hua
Mid-autumn, reunion is born at sea. The shadow is full of golden mirrors and the jade pot is clear.
Gradually out of the three mountains, will cross the ling. Su E went to taste the medicine, and the black magpie was frightened around the branches.
According to the water, the light is white and the clouds are the brightest. At this time, when Yao builds a brick, the pod will be proud.
Zaqu Goetz Zhi Zhu
Lishe
There are thousands of trees in stone walls, and white clouds cover hibiscus.
In the last year of Zhao Junxi, Shan Juan had the strongest color.
Two Mid-Autumn Festival Moon-watching Poems
Li Qiao
Youth is full and short, and the east wind blows forever. What kind of osmanthus does not have round branches?
Round and cold, all the words are the same. Knowing thousands of miles away, there is no rain and no wind.
6. Homesick Poems under the Moon
Drinking four bright moons alone
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Li Bai
Original text:
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.
When you are awake, you are happy together, and when you are drunk, you go your separate ways.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
If you don't love wine, the wine star can't go to heaven.
If you don't like wine, you shouldn't have the name Jiuquan.
Since heaven and earth love wine, I am worthy of heaven loving wine.
First, I heard that wine is better than saints, and then I heard that turbidity is better than saints.
Since sages are drinking, why ask for immortals?
Three glasses of wine can lead to Confucianism, and it is natural for Taoism to drink it all in one game.
I'm just drunk for fun, and this smell can't be passed down!
In Chang 'an in March, the spring is beautiful and the spring flowers are brilliant.
If I am lonely and sad in spring, who can only drink blindly for this beautiful scenery?
Wealth, poverty and longevity are naturally different, and each has its own talent.
There is no difference between natural life and life in a glass, and nothing in the world is conclusive.
When I was drunk, I lost my mind and plunged into my pillow.
I don't know myself, where can I find this kind of happiness?
Infinite worries are inextricably linked. I have 300 glasses of wine.
Even if the wine is less sad, the wine will not return.
Therefore, I know that a wine saint has a mellow heart and a bright self.
Words can only live in seclusion, without eating, drinking and hunger.
What's the use of fame if you don't want to drink it in the present age?
Crab pliers are a panacea, and the bad mountain is Penglai.
Have a drink for a while and get drunk on the high platform by moonlight.
7. Ancient poems about the moon and homesickness
1 quatrains
Don du fu
The water waves in the river, the white feathers of waterfowl, the green and red flowers on the mountain are in contrast, and you want to burn.
I watched it again this spring. When is the year of return?
2. Home
Don Dumu
The child held hands and asked, why don't you come back?
* * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns?
3. Homesickness
Song Li Gou
People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home.
Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak.
4. Letters from the capital
Mingyuankai
The river is three thousand miles long, and there are fifteen letters from home.
There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.
5. "Seeing the Mountain with Master Hao Chu and Sending Friends to Beijing"
Liutang Zongyuan
The sharp mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere.
How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see!