1. Poems about evening clouds
Poems about evening clouds 1. Sentences describing evening clouds
I came to the river pond down the slope, Watching the beautiful scenery in the summer evening, I saw the sunset burning half of the sky red, reflecting the red water in the pond, and dyeing the entire mountain red.
The scope of the glow slowly narrowed, and the color gradually became lighter. Purple-red turned into deep red, deep red turned into pink, and from pink to light red, and finally disappeared. The golden glow, like a magical giant hand, slowly opened the soft curtain, and the whole earth suddenly became bright.
In an instant, thousands of golden arrow-like rays of light burst out from the clouds. Those bright red clouds that had absorbed the rays of light gradually drifted away under the gentle breeze of the morning.
The clouds suddenly became brilliant. They were like the blooming purple-red buds; they were like the charming girl dancing with her scarf; more like the fiery red camellias blooming all over the mountains and wild fields. Laughing, comparing each other's beauty. The setting sun dyed the clouds into a sad and brilliant red. In the blink of an eye, the layers of clouds turned into dazzling roses, wandering in the sky.
The sun sets on the top of the mountain, and red sunset appears on the horizon. Some are like fairies scattering flowers, some are like Bajie eating watermelon, some are like towering mountain peaks, and some are like rushing rivers. Thousands of them are really beautiful. In an instant, golden-red apples, purple grapes, dark blue jade, white pearls... all appeared in front of you, which was dazzling and dizzying.
I came to the river pond at the bottom of the slope and watched the beautiful scenery of the summer evening. I saw the sunset burning half of the sky red, reflecting the red water of the pond, and dyeing the entire mountain red. The scope of the glow slowly narrowed, and the color gradually became lighter. Purple-red turned into deep red, deep red turned into pink, and then pink turned into light red, and finally disappeared.
The golden glow, like a magical giant hand, slowly opened the soft curtain, and the whole earth suddenly became brighter. The colorful sunset is changing wonderfully, the color becomes darker and darker, and finally turns into a few strokes like a thick ink painting, which makes it even more magical and charming.
The sky is blue, with a few pieces of orange-red morning glow sparsely distributed in the sky. Slowly, the range of the morning glow expands, and the color changes from orange-red to bright red. The red clouds shine on the azure green water, scattering into golden light, and the sunlight sinking in the red clouds also turns into strange colors.
Layers of light and color, clashing with each other, shimmering and shining in front of my eyes. The shape of the morning glow is also endless, some are like an eagle spreading its wings, and some are like a bright red scarf fluttering.
But after a while, the red scarf disappeared, but a galloping horse came... It was really various and lifelike. The red sun sets in the west, and the sky gradually darkens.
To the west, a fiery red sunset glows... The colors of the sky are so wonderful! There was orange in the distance and red in the west, which reflected the dark blue sky particularly beautifully. As the sun set in the west, the sunset glow turned half of the sky red, and then reflected into the river. The river suddenly turned red! It really looks like red lotuses blooming in the river, so beautiful! The setting sun disappears the remaining rain, and the red clouds reflect the evening village.
The painted pictures bloom and the blue falls, and the brocades illuminate the Hengmen. (It describes the splendid scene of the sunset at the West Villa in Xugou today, and is one of the thirty-six scenes of Mingyuntai.
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"Sunset on the West Rock" by Lu Gui of the Ming Dynasty The sun gradually set, and the beautiful sunset dyed the blue sky. Ah, its colors are so diverse! The orange sunset is floating in the sky, like plating the sky with a layer of shining gold. Time slips away quietly, and the purple sunset also reveals its prototype in the sky. Together with the orange sunset, it adds a lot to the sky. Gradually, the sunset glow of various colors rushed out, including red, yellow, green, blue, light pink... They competed together. Red shows enthusiasm, and yellow shows enthusiasm. Green shows simplicity, blue shows melancholy... Because they have their own characteristics and are all beautiful, there is really no comparison between who wins and who loses. The shape of the sunset is also varied, sometimes like the sunset. The unopened large mountain cherry blossoms are pink or white; sometimes they are like the Hanfei cherry blossoms in full bloom, all red, with small patches of glow, just like the weeping cherry blossoms that are about to wither and the patches are dyed. Like small colored snowflakes, extremely beautiful. But this is not the most beautiful. The most beautiful moment is when the sunset is about to disappear, it is like a nasturtium blooming on the edge of the sky. With a faint rainbow, The sunset glow has disappeared and the sun has completely set. My family lives on the eighth floor. In summer, I can often see the beautiful sunset glow. The sunset glow is so beautiful! The beautiful sunset turned half the sky red, and the sun poked its little head out of the sunset, like a guest who had refused to leave for a long time, and shed bursts of golden light to say goodbye. There was no wind, and my father and I were happy in the glow. Playing with the ground, the sun shone so brightly on our faces. However, a few wrinkles on my father’s face were also particularly obvious. At this moment, I suddenly remembered a feeling I had never thought of: Dad is old, he is really I am old. My old father is so kind, so kind, and so amiable. "Look, the sunset is so beautiful!" Dad said to me. As I was looking at my father, I gradually turned my thoughts to the sunset. The sunset It's really beautiful. It's red, with a bit of golden sunshine, and it's light. The floating white clouds in the sky look so white. The long blue sky makes the sunset shine very brightly, making people feel like it. I can't open my eyes to see it. The tall buildings are particularly eye-catching in the blue sky and the red and yellow sunset. The sunset glows with charming brilliance, and we are just intoxicated by it. The sunset has gone, and the sunset has come. I stood in front of the window admiring the wonderful sunset. The sunset suddenly became lighter, then became lighter and lighter, and night fell. The sunset became blurry, and became blurrier. After dinner, I went out for a walk as usual, and Watch the beautiful sunset. "Father Sun" has gone home, and a piece of sunset rises from the horizon. The glow is very beautiful, and the hills in the distance are dressed in silk dresses. I stood at the entrance of the village and looked at the horizon, and the colors of the sunset were changing. It's as tempting as the peach blossoms blooming and bearing fruits. The sunset turns red and yellow for a while, like a golden cup shining on the award podium on the mountain. I watched, watched, the sunset turned into a person again. The beautiful "princess", wearing a beautiful dress, dances on the horizon. It's wonderful! In fact, the sunset was not the golden cup and the princess, but my childish imagination. My eyes gradually blurred and I could not see anything clearly. In the blink of an eye, the sunset disappeared into the dusk like chrysanthemum petals. Evening view of Jiangcun (Southern Song Dynasty) Wear retro style.
2. What are the original poems that describe "dusk clouds deep in the mountains"
1. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk.
From "Le You Yuan/Deng Le You Yuan" written by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
Xiang Wan felt unwell and drove to Gu Yuan.
The sunset is infinitely better, but it’s almost dusk.
2. Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei
Song Dynasty: Lu You
Beside the broken bridge outside the post, it is lonely and ownerless. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy.
There is no intention to fight for spring, but for a while, everyone is jealous. It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same.
On the top of the willow branches in the moonlight, people meet after dusk
3. "Shengchazi·Yuanxi"
On the night of the Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day.
The moon is on the willow branches, and people meet after dusk.
On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same.
I can’t see the people from last year, and the sleeves of my spring shirt are wet with tears.
4. Tianjingsha·Autumn Thoughts
Yuan Dynasty: Ma Zhiyuan
Withered vines and old trees, dim crows,
Small bridges and flowing water, people’s homes ,
The ancient road has a thin horse in the west wind.
The sun sets in the west,
The heartbroken man is at the end of the world.
5. Huanxisha·A new song and a glass of wine
Song Dynasty: Yan Shu
A new song and a glass of wine, the weather is the same as last year. When does the sun set?
There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallow returns. The fragrant path in the small garden wanders alone.
3. Poems about sunset and dusk
Qian Qi visited Li Qing but failed to meet him
Painted halberds and red towers reflect the sunset, high and cold willows fly crows. Guixuan is nowhere to be seen in front of the gate, and I am worried about watching the setting sun on the city.
Chen Jiayan's banquet at Gao's Linting Pavilion in the dark day
The young master Shen Jingai took his friends to play with the flowers. The person is a guest from Pingyang, and the place is Shi Chong's home. The old water is full of water, and the scenery is full of new flowers. Evening rides back at dusk, the Changchuan River is illuminated by the sunset.
Liu Yuxi In the new clear night of autumn, the moon is as beautiful as the sky, and the sky is full of joy. The clouds are bright at night after the rain has stopped, and the wind is clear at night. The high moon is slightly haloed, and the clouds are thin and thin. There are hundreds of insects on the dew grass, and the sound of thousands of leaves in the autumn forest. Looking at each other step by step, there is a lot of love.
Juyi Yu Shunzhi gave him a gift of purple clouds from afar, and responded with a poem: The heart of an old friend thousands of miles away is solemn, and the fragrant purple atmosphere is full of fragrance at one end. When the seal is opened, the sunset reflects the color, and the wind and autumn water patterns are all over the painting. I feel pity for the broken leaves when I want to cut the mattress, and I cherish the flowers when I am making the fur. It is better to sew acacia quilt and miss you as much as I sleep.
Zhao Yanduan Huanxisha After the rain, the green of the garden becomes thicker. The sunset is bright and the dusk clouds are heavy. We meet again on the east bank of the bridge. When I woke up, my hair was still green on my temples, and the redness of my makeup faded slightly from the sweat. How much is on my mind is unspoken.
4. Ancient poems describing the colorful clouds at sunset
When the rain stops, the sunset shines brightly, and the wind and the night scenery are clear. The high moon is slightly haloed, and the clouds are thin and thin. There are hundreds of insects on the dew grass, and the sound of thousands of leaves in the autumn forest. Looking at each other step by step, there is a lot of love. ——(Tang Dynasty) Liu Yuxi "The moon on a new clear night in autumn is like a practice of embracing the sky"
1. The dragon holds the treasure cover to carry the morning sun, and the phoenix spits out tassels to bring the sunset. ——(Tang Dynasty) Lu Zhaolin's "Ancient Meanings of Chang'an"
2. When the rain stops, the evening glow shines brightly, and the scenery is clear at night. ——(Tang Dynasty) Liu Yuxi "On a new clear night in autumn, the moon seems to be full of joy and joy"
3. It's late at night, and the sky is still full of mist. ——(Tang Dynasty) Liu Yuxi's "Instructions on Rewarding Lotte and Ode to the Elderly"
4. The sunset in the isolated village is dim, and the old trees are dimly lit by crows in the light smoke. ——(Yuan) Bai Pu's "Song Ci"
5. The setting sun disappears the remaining rain, and the red clouds reflect the evening village. ——(Ming Dynasty) Lu Gui's "Sunset on the West Rock"
6. The sand is flat in the distance, and the sunset is bright on the way home. The peacock has a self-pitying golden emerald tail, near the water, and recognizes pedestrians without being startled. ——(Tang Dynasty) Ouyang Jiong's "Nanxiangzi, An Yuansha Ping"
7. The jade fiber bullets are filled with real pearls, and the flow is dark and wet, and the lead is thin. Spring dew □ Chaohua, autumn waves soaked in sunset. The wind flows out of the heart. Looking at the thin lover, Luo Yi has no trace of it. ——(Tang Dynasty) Wen Tingyun's "Bodhisattva Man·True Pearls Falling from the Jade Fibers"
8. The heart of an old friend thousands of miles away is solemn, and the fragrance and purple atmosphere are thick at one end. When the seal is opened, the sunset reflects the color, and the wind and autumn water patterns are all over the painting. I feel pity for the broken leaves when I want to cut the mattress, and I cherish the flowers when I am making the fur. It is better to sew acacia quilt and miss you as much as I sleep. ——(Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi "Yu Shunzhi responded with a poem about the purple clouds in the distance"
9. Chu Keqiu is sad in autumn, and Liangtai looks at the credit at night. The sycamore leaves are slightly lowered, and the mountain cinnamon is about to bloom. The air is directed toward the cold dew, and the light is drawn toward the sunset. Long song and white water song, green pond flowers in the sky. ——(Tang Dynasty) Li Qiao's "Late Scene of Jian Er San Zi with a Sorrow"
10. The sunset is red. Look at the mountains in the twilight mist, the lonely pine trees in the dark smoke. The breeze moves gracefully, as light as a startled giant. The heart is like a mirror, the temples are like clouds, the shadows are clear, and the moon is bright. It is sad and desolate, and with each passing year, Hua Hua changes her appearance. The past has been forgotten for a long time, and ten years have passed by in a hurry. Recalling Yunxuan's dream, looking back at the spring sky. The colorful phoenix is ??far away, the jade flute is cold, the night is quiet, and the hatred is endless. Sighing that the jade has been buried in yellow dust for a long time, I shed tears in the east wind with a broken heart. ——(Song Dynasty) Sun Daoxuan's "Drunken Thoughts on Immortals·Red Sunset"
5. Evening Clouds (Poetry)
[Evening Clouds (Poetry)] Evening Clouds (Poetry) Text: Clouds in the Evening (Poetry) Su Nan, Class 3, Grade 3, Quanzhou Experimental Primary School, Quanzhou City, Fujian Province. The red sun was setting in the west. She climbed to the top of the building and looked at the sky in the west and the clouds in the evening (Poetry).
A huge crocodile opened its mouth viciously and was swallowing a big fireball. If you look closely, you will see that the huge crocodile is made of clouds, and the fireball is the setting sun.
Hey, the clouds in the sky are so wonderful, like countless mountain peaks, rolling up and down. The upper edge of the entire mountain top seems to be hung with a string of shining gold necklaces. The composition "Evening Clouds (Poetry)" for the second grade of elementary school )》. Like a camel with a pagoda on its back, like a giant dragon flying in the air.
The clouds dispersed and gathered again, turning into thousands of galloping horses, like dolphins, like swallows, like giant ships sailing in the ocean of the sky, like... The sun shines golden light on the clouds, dyeing the clouds. Be colorful. White clouds, black clouds, green clouds, red clouds, purple clouds, golden clouds, like volcanic eruptions, ejecting fiery red magma, the sky is beautiful and spectacular.
Looking back, I don’t know when the moon has secretly climbed up into the sky. The sky has darkened, the clouds have disappeared, and the whole sky is gradually surrounded by darkness...·July 10, 2003 Instructor for the 6th day: Zheng Mingxue.
6. Poems about the moonlight at night
1. The bright moon is bright and luminous, and the bright moon is bright and luminous, causing 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 autumn cicadas chirp among the trees, and the black birds pass away peacefully. In the past, I and my fellow disciples held high and vibrated the six feathers.
If you don’t want to join hands, you will abandon me like a relic. There is a fight in the south and the north, and the oxen is not yoked.
What good is a false reputation if there is no solid foundation for good deeds? 2. Tingyue Poem: Tingyue Tower is connected to Taiqing, and Tingyue Tower is the most distinct. The sky is buzzing, the ice is spinning, the medicine is being pounded, the jade pestle is clanging.
The sound of music played in Guanghan is thin, and the axe, osmanthus and osmanthus jingle. Occasionally, a gust of fragrant wind blew up, blowing away Chang'e's laughter.
3. How bright is the bright moon? How bright is the bright moon? It shines on my bed curtains. I can't sleep due to sadness, so I pick up my clothes and wander 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.
4. Song of Resentment The newly cracked Qi Wan Su is as fresh and clean as frost and snow. Cut it into an acacia fan, which looks like a bright moon.
Going in and out of your arms, shaking in the breeze. I am often afraid that when autumn comes, the coolness will overtake the heat.
Abandoning the donation basket, there is no end to the kindness. 2. Poems of the Tang and Song Dynasties Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night (Wang Jian) ??Crows roost on the white trees in the courtyard, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently.
Tonight the moon is bright as far as the eye can see, and I don’t know who is missing my autumn thoughts. Guan Shan Yue (Li Bai) The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds.
The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass. The Han descended on the white road, and the Hu peered into the Qinghai Bay.
Origin of the battlefield, no one returned. The garrisonmen looked at the border towns with sad faces as they thought about returning home.
The tall building is like this night, and I have no time to sigh. Drinking alone under the moon (Li Bai) A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any 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.
Night Thoughts (Li Bai) There is a 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.
The Moon on the Night of August 15th (Du Fu, Tang Dynasty) 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.
Remembering my brother-in-law on a moonlit night (Du Fu) The garrison drum breaks the line of people, and there is a sound of wild geese in the 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) There is a bright moon on the sea, 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 in the wild geese, and the water reaches the sky a hundred feet high.
The young girl Su'e can withstand the cold, and she fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon. There is a pregnant woman under the moon in the autumn night (Meng Haoran) The bright moon hangs in the autumn sky, moistened by the dew.
The startled magpie has not yet settled down, and the flying firefly rolls in behind the curtain. The cold shadows of the locust trees in the courtyard are sparse, and the neighbor's pestle sounds urgently at night.
How long is the good time! Standing looking at the sky. On the night of August 15th, Playing with the Moon in Taoyuan (Liu Yuxi, Tang Dynasty) When I see the moon in the dust, my heart feels free, especially in the clear autumn in the fairy mansion.
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 sky, and the stars are moving, and Tianle screams, his muscles and bones are 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. Mid-Autumn Moon (Yan Shu) Ten rounds of frost shadows turn around the courtyard. This evening, people are alone in the corner. Su'e may not be without regrets. The jade toad is cold and the osmanthus is alone. Mid-Autumn Moon (Su Shi) The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with the cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently.
This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year? Looking at the Moon in Huanting Pavilion on the Night of August 15th (Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty) On the night of August 15th of that year, I was by the apricot garden by 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. Waiting for the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival (Lu Guimeng) The lack of frost has turned to late and the good wind has turned like a farewell curtain. The tree is leaning and the love is infinite. The candles are dark and the fragrance is lingering. I sit without saying goodbye. I love the Sheng tune. I hear the music in the north. I am gradually seeing the stars. I am missing the southern Ji. Who is the school? Coolness and lust. On the night of the 15th day of the eighth lunar month in Tianzhu Temple (Tangpi day off), a jade stone falls under the moon wheel, and a new one is found in front of the temple.
So far, there is no such thing as heaven, it should be thrown to people by Chang'e. 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 full, silver surges out, and chaotic clouds break away like crashing waves. Whoever washes his eyes for God should use thousands of dendrobium waters from the Ming River.
Then I ordered to look coldly at the people in the world, and I couldn't bear to see it. The sparks in the southwest are like projectiles, and the horns and tails are bright and clear, like dragons and dragons.
Tonight I can’t see anything, but the fireflies are fighting to clear the cold. Whose boat was in Bian yesterday? Thousands of lights made fish and dragons change at night.
Chase the waves carelessly through twists and turns, 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 and winds will not be strong again.
The bright moon is easy to be low and people are easy to disperse. When you come back and drink wine, you will pay more attention to it. The moonlight in front of the hall is getting clearer and clearer, and the throat is cold and the grass is dew.
No one is around when the roller blinds are pushed open. Only Old Chu 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 follow the sunrise, and suddenly I have a dream of a guest from Yaotai. Climbing a tower to look at the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival (Song Dynasty Mi Fu) My eyes are so poor that the Huaihai Sea 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.
Nizhuang Mid-Autumn Festival (Yuan Haowen) The days are too thin and the clothes are narrow. The autumn is already cold. The children are walking together and recalling the road. Little did they know that it is difficult to dew. The air enters the hut, the sound of the stream is noisy, the rocky beach is in the mountains, the moon comes at night and dawn, but I never see it. 3. Chanting the Moon and Poem "Water" by Su Shi "Tiao Ge Tou" Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking happily and getting drunk at the end of the day, writing this article, and when will the bright moon come to conceive a child? 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 it's too cold in the high places. Dance and clear the shadow, how can it be like being in the human 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 is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.
Su Shi's "Moon over the Xijiang River" 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 is not solved. I want to get drunk and sleep on the fragrant grass.
It’s a pity that a stream of wind and moon cannot teach Qiong Yao to be crushed. Undressing the saddle and pillowing on the green poplar bridge, Du Yu heard the spring dawn.
Qiu Yeyue gathered and dispersed at the beginning. Then he called her, and there was no reason to meet her face again.
In recent days, there will be a feast again unexpectedly. In front of the Lord, in his spare time, he frowned and sighed.
It stirs up old sorrows endlessly. "The Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet Initiated by Hui Dong Tiju" by Wen Tianxiang of the Song Dynasty.