1. Poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival and the Double Ninth Festival
Poems about the Double Ninth Festival recall Shandong brothers Wang Wei on September 9. Alone in a foreign land, we are strangers, and we miss our relatives even more during the festive season.
I know from afar that when my brothers climb to a high place, there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere. Climbing the Mountain in Nine Days (Tang Dynasty) Du Mu The wild geese are flying in the autumn shadow of Jianghan, and they are carrying pots with guests on the green Wei.
It is rare in this world to smile, and you must return with your head full of chrysanthemums. But I will be drunk as a reward for the festival, and I will not come to hate the sunset.
This has been the case throughout the ages, why should Niu Shan be alone in his clothes? It will happen on September 10th (Tang Dynasty) Li Bai: I climbed up yesterday and raised my wine glass again today.
Why is the chrysanthemum so bitter? It suffers from these two double suns. View of Xuanwu Mountain Travel on September 9th (Tang Dynasty) Lu Zhaolin Looking at the mountains and rivers on September 9th, I returned to my heart and looked at the accumulated wind and smoke.
Drinking golden flower wine in a foreign country, we feel the sorrow of the wild geese thousands of miles away. Ninth Day in Shuzhong (Tang Dynasty) Wang Bo On the ninth day of the ninth month at Wangxiang Terrace, he gave a cup to send off guests from a foreign land.
Human feelings are tired of the suffering in the south, and the wild geese are coming from the north. Written on the 9th (Tang Dynasty) Wang Jin Don't compare the border areas to the capital. In August, the frost is severe and the grass has withered.
When I went to Denggao to drink wine today, I wondered whether there were chrysanthemums or not. Nine Days (Tang Dynasty) Yang Heng Yellow flowers and purple chrysanthemums fall beside the fence, picking chrysanthemums and drinking wine to love the new fragrance.
I couldn't bear to miss my hometown today, so I forced myself to plant dogwood trees to accompany everyone. On the ninth day of Fenghe, I was lucky enough to visit Wei Pavilion and climb up to get a branch. Wei Anshi. On the ninth day of the autumn festival, I got a Chenyi.
The chrysanthemums are floating in the golden wind, and the jade dew is weeping on the cane branches. Looking beyond the eight celestial bodies, the astronomical sky is covered with seven rays.
When you are close to the depths, why don’t you forget the danger when you are at a high place. In the Shadow of Drunk Flowers (Song Dynasty) Li Qingzhao The mist is thick and the clouds are full of sorrow.
It’s the Double Ninth Festival and it’s the Double Ninth Festival. The jade pillow and gauze cupboard are cool in the middle of the night. After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves.
It’s hard not to be ecstatic, the west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers! From Chang'an to Yangzhou, on September 9th, I traveled to Weishan Pavilion to rhyme (Southern Dynasties, Chen) Mr. Jiang's heart passed by the southern clouds, and his body followed the northern geese. How many flowers are the chrysanthemums blooming under the fence in my hometown today? Intoxicated by the East Wind, Chongjiu (Yuan Dynasty), Guan Hanqing, inscribed with red leaves and clear streams in the ditch, and people admiring the yellow flowers getting drunk in the singing tower.
The sky is long and the shadows of wild geese are sparse, and the moon is setting and the mountains are thin. In the deserted Qing Dynasty and late autumn, the decaying willow trees and cicadas are filled with sorrow. Who would teach white clothes to serve wine?
Ninth Day (Ming Dynasty) Vincent was not at home when the Chrysanthemum bloomed for three years. How can I drink wine today and suddenly see the flowers in my hometown?
There are clouds and trees in the wilderness, and geese gather on the sand in the cold weather. Climb to the infinite meaning, where can I look at the capital? Mid-Autumn Festival poem 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.
Watching 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 the 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 Shanyue Li Bai The bright moon rises out of Tianshan Mountain, 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 each other with sad 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, Du Fu. Drums cut off 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 compassion 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 turns to lack of frost and loses it 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 still 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 force, 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, and I bowed to the real 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 be 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, 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. 2. Poems describing the Mid-Autumn Festival and Double Ninth Festival
Poems describing the Mid-Autumn Festival Drinking a pot of wine among the plum blossoms under the moon, 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.
On the night of August 15th, Du Fu flew to the bright mirror under the full moon and returned to his heart to fold his 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 moment, looking at the white rabbit, I want to count the hair.
On the 15th night of the 15th night, watching the full moon in Wang Jian's atrium, crows roosted on the white trees, and the cold dew wet the sweet-scented osmanthus silently. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks out, I wonder who is missing in autumn thoughts! Nan Zhai Wan Yue Wang Chang was lying in Nan Zhai at an advanced age when he 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.
In the Mid-Autumn Moon, Su Shi's dusk clouds are all gone and overflowing with coldness, and the silver man turns 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 Festival is full of moonlight, the sky is blue, cloudless and dewy, 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.
Guanshan Moon Li Bai The bright moon rises out of Tianshan Mountain, 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.
Thinking of the bright moonlight in front of Li Bai's bed at night, I suspected it was frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.
On a moonlit night, half of Liu Fangping's house is covered with darker moonlight, and the Beidou is slanting towards 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, and the long river gradually sets and the dawn stars sink. Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and her heart will be filled with blue sea and blue sky every night.
On a moonlit night, I recall my brother-in-law Du Fu's garrison of drums, interrupting the pedestrian movement, and the 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. In the frosty moon, Li Shangyin first heard that there were no cicadas among the wild geese, and that the water from a hundred-foot-high building reached the sky.
The young girl Su'e is cold-tolerant, and she fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon. There is a pregnant Meng Haoran under the autumn moon. 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.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is waiting for the moon, the tortoises are covered with fog, and the lack of frost has turned 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 still 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 force, who wants to reduce the first round and the noon hour.
Nizhuang Mid-Autumn Festival Yuan Haowen Qiang is too thin every day, 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.
On the night of August 15th, Liu Yuxi was playing with the moon in Taoyuan. When he saw the moon in the dust, his heart 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, 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 (the left car and the right car merge) 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. It is difficult to combine beautiful scenery with good times, so he should be melancholy on this day.
In the Mid-Autumn Festival, the ten-round frost shadows of Yan Shu 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.
In the Mid-Autumn Festival, the dusk clouds of Su Shi are all overflowing with coldness, and the silver man turns 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 Huanting Pavilion on the night of August 15th. Bai Juyi used to be there on the night of August 15th, beside the apricot garden by 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 skin was closed on the day of rest, and a jade stone was found under the moon wheel, and a new dew 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.
Seeing the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival and the child are by Su Shi. 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. So I looked coldly at the people in the world, 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, and the waves* (wind left and right occupy) will not be strong again when the wind returns. 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.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, when I go up to the tower to look at the full moon, my eyes are full of rice and 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 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.
Su Shi, the singer of water tunes, asked the sky when the bright moon would come. 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. Dance to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human 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. Drinking in a restaurant and getting 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 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.
Back to Dong Tiju to start the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet. Wen Tianxiang shines on the river and carries the clear ice on the boat; when the moon is over, he raises his glass and calls out the fragrant bottles on the green net. 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.
Whoever makes the curling floating world has the most pity for the jade ax repair season. Ask Chang'e, if she is lonely and cold, if she has any worries, she should have a beautiful hair.
The jade liquid is full and the cup is slippery. Lift up your long sleeves and sing loudly.
Sigh ten. 3. Do you have 30 poems each about the Mid-Autumn Festival and the Double Ninth Festival? I beg you
What you want is a love poem: Love poems in the Book of Songs: Guan Ju (Book of Songs Zhou Nan) Guan Guan Ju Jiu, in the river Zhizhou.
A graceful lady, a gentleman likes to fight. There are various water plants flowing left and right.
A graceful lady, I long for her. If you don't get what you want, you will sleep hard and think about it.
Leisurely, leisurely, tossing and turning. There are different kinds of watercress, pick them from left to right.
A graceful lady, a harp and a friend. There are different kinds of watercress, with leaves on both sides.
A graceful lady, played with bells and drums. Jian Jia (The Book of Songs·Qin Feng) Jian Jia is green, and the white dew is like frost.
The so-called beauty is on the water side. If you follow it back, the road is long and blocked; if you follow it, you will find it in the middle of the water.
The leaves are luxuriant and the white dew is not yet clear. The so-called beauty is on the water.
Follow it back and forth, but the road will be blocked and you will be able to advance. If you travel back from it, you will feel like you are swimming in the water.
The jianjia is collected, and the white dew has not stopped. The so-called beauty is in the water.
Follow it back, but the road is blocked and to the right. If you travel back from it, you will find it in the water.
Mountain Ghost (Book of Songs·Nine Songs) If someone comes to the mountain, and is taken by Xue Li, he is carrying a girl; he looks at him with his eyes and smiles, and admires his good and graceful figure; he rides on a red leopard and follows him. Wenli, Xinyi carts are coming with laurel flags; Shilan is carrying Du Heng, and the fragrant fragrance is leaving behind the thoughts; The rest of the place is dark and dim, but the sky is not visible, the road is dangerous and difficult, and the only one is coming; the appearance is independent on the mountain, and the clouds are beautiful. And down below; The Qiang is dark, the day is dim, the east wind is drifting with the rain of gods; the soul is left to cultivate and forget to return, the age is long and who is the flower; the three beauties are gathered in the mountains, the rocks are covered with vines and vines; the resentment of the young master is here I forget to go home, you miss me and I can't be idle; the people in the mountains are fragrant and Du Ruo, drink from the stone spring and are shaded by pines and cypresses; you miss me but I am suspicious; thunder fills the rain, and the caves chirp at night; the wind rustles in the trees Xiao Xiao, I miss you, but I am worried about you. Han Yuefu Poetry Shangxie (Han Yuefu Folk Song) Shangxie! I want to know you and live a long life.
The mountains have no mausoleums, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunders tremble, the summer rains and snows, the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to be with you! The Peacock Flying Southeast (I don’t need to tell you about this, it’s in the middle school textbook, it’s the longest love poem in ancient China) Tang Poetry Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan (Zhang Jiuling of the Tang Dynasty) The bright moon rises on the sea, the end of the world*** At this time, lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night . When the candle is extinguished, the pity light is full, and the clothes are covered with dew. I can't bear to give them away, but I still have a good night's sleep. Spring River Flower Moonlight Night (Tang Zhang Ruoxu) The spring river tide is even to the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is full of tides. The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the spring river! The river flows gently around the meadow, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like snowflakes; frost flies in the sky, and the white sand on the terrace is invisible.
The river and the sky are completely devoid of dust, and there is a solitary moon in the bright sky. Who by the river saw the moon for the first time? When did Jiang Yue shine on people? Life is endless from generation to generation, and the moon and river look alike every year.
I don’t know who the river moon is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending flowing water. The white clouds are slowly disappearing, and the green maple pond is full of sorrow.
Whose family is cheating tonight? Where do I miss Mingyue Tower? The poor moon wanders upstairs, it should be shining away from the makeup mirror. The Yuhu curtain cannot be rolled away, and the fingers on the anvil of clothes are still coming back.
At this time, we look at each other but do not hear each other, and I hope that the moonlight will shine on you. The wild geese fly long and fast, and the fish and dragon dive into the water.
Last night I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, and it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring. The spring water in the river is gone, and the moon has set in the west again.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi Xiaoxiang road has unlimited roads. I don’t know how many people are returning by the moon. The falling moon shakes the trees all over the river with love.
Bamboo Branch Poems (Liu Yuxi, Tang Dynasty) The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I can hear the singing on the Langjiang River. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine.
Jinse (Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty) There are fifty strings of Jinse for no reason, each string and one column reflect the past. Zhuang Sheng dreamed of butterflies at dawn, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun is warm in the blue field and the jade produces smoke. .This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss at that time. Untitled (Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty) The words came and disappeared, the moon slanted upstairs at five o'clock. The dream was far away and it was hard to call it out, and the book was rushed into ink that was not thick. It was wax. Half a cage of golden jadeite shines, and the scent of musk embroiders the hibiscus. Liu Lang already hates that Pengshan Mountain is far away, and it is even more separated by ten thousand weights. Untitled (Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty) It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. Spring silkworms are dead silk At the end of the day, the wax torch turns to ashes and the tears begin to dry. The mirror is in the morning, but the clouds are changing, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night. There is no way to go from Pengshan, and the bluebirds are diligent to explore. Untitled (Tang Li Shangyin) Last night's stars and last night's wind, painting To the west of the building is the Guitang to the east. There are no colorful phoenixes flying on the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart. The other seats are warmed by Gouchun wine, and the Cao Cao is covered with red wax lamps. Sighing, I listened to the drum and went to answer the official's request. I walked around Malantai and turned around.
There is another one worth mentioning: "Song of Everlasting Sorrow", which is a long narrative poem written by Bai Juyi, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, describing the love story of Emperor Ming of Tang Dynasty and Concubine Yang Guifei. Lyrics: Happy Meeting (Li Yu, Southern Tang Dynasty) I went up to the west building alone without words, the moon was like a hook.
The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu. Continuous cutting and confusion remain, which is the sorrow of separation.
Don’t have the same feeling in your heart. Lang Tao Sha Ling (Southern Tang Dynasty, Li Yu) Rain gurgled outside the curtain, and the mood of spring was fading.
Luo Qui cannot bear the cold at dawn. In the dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while.
Don’t lean on the fence when you are alone. The world is limitless. It is easy to say goodbye but difficult to see others. The flowing water and falling flowers are gone in spring, and it is heaven and earth.
The Night Cry (Southern Tang Dynasty, Li Yu) The forest flowers withered the spring red, it was too hurried, but the cold rain came in the morning and the wind came in the evening. Rouge tears, stay drunk together, how long will it last?
It is true that life grows and hates water. Magpie Bridge Immortal (Qin Guan, Song Dynasty) The clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver and Han are far away in darkness.
As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world. Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't help but look at the magpie bridge on the way home.
If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can they stay together day and night? Yu Linling (Liu Yong, Song Dynasty) The chilling cicadas are miserable.
It's late at night in Changting, and the showers have begun to subside. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent, and the orchid boat urges you to stay in the place of nostalgia.
Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked. Thoughts go by, thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times. Even more embarrassing and neglected Qingqiu Festival.
Where will I wake up tonight, on the bank of willows and the waning moon in the morning breeze. This passing year should be a time of good times and good scenery.
Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell them about them? Feng Qiwu (Song Dynasty, Liu Yong) Standing against the dangerous building, the wind blows softly.
Looking at the extreme spring sorrow, the sky is gloomy. The grass is dimly illuminated by smoke.
Who would be speechless? I plan to get drunk on the madness.
Singing to wine, strong music is still tasteless. The belt becomes wider and wider, and I will never regret it.
People feel haggard because of Yixiao. The Sapphire Case, Yuan Xi (Song Dynasty, Xin Qiji) The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees down at night, and the stars fall like rain.
BMW’s car-carvings fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night.
The golden strands of moth snow and willow trees are filled with laughter and hidden fragrance. People searched for him thousands of times.
Suddenly looking back, that person was there, in a dimly lit place. Jiang Chengzi (Qin Guan, Song Dynasty) The willows in the West City make spring soft.
Move away from worry. The tears are hard to hold back.
I still remember my sentiments, and I once returned home to the boat. What happened that day at Biye Zhuqiao was that no one was seen and the water flowed empty.
Time is not reserved for young people. Hate Yoyo.
When do you have a break? When the catkins are flying and the flowers are falling, I climb up the stairs.
Even the spring river is full of tears, endless flow, and a lot of sorrow. Bu Suanzi (Li of the Song Dynasty. 4. Ancient poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival and the Double Ninth Festival
Poems about the Double Ninth Festival
Remembering Shandong brothers on September 9th
Wang Wei
I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my family even more during the festive season.
I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is only one less person planting dogwood trees.
Climbing the mountain in nine days< /p>
(Tang Dynasty) Du Mu
The wild geese are first flying in the autumn shadow of the river, and the guests are carrying green teapots.
It is rare to smile in this world, and you must return home with your head covered with chrysanthemums.
But I will be drunk to celebrate the festival, and I will not come to hate the sunset.
This is the only way in the past and present, why should I be alone in Niushan.
It will happen on September 10< /p>
(Tang Dynasty) Li Bai
After climbing up yesterday, I will raise my cup again today.
Why is the chrysanthemum so bitter, suffering from these two double suns.
View of Xuanwu Mountain Travel on September 9th
(Tang Dynasty) Lu Zhaolin
Looking at the mountains and rivers on September 9th, returning to the heart and looking at the accumulated wind and smoke.
A foreign land*** Drinking golden flower wine, we are saddened by the wild geese thousands of miles away.
Ninth Day in Sichuan
(Tang Dynasty) Wang Bo
On the ninth day of the ninth month at Wangxiang Terrace, he was seated A cup to send guests off from a foreign land.
Humanity is tired of the hardships in the south, and the wild geese come from the north.
Written in nine days
(Tang Dynasty) Wang Jin
p>Don’t compare the border areas to Kyoto. The frost in August has already withered the grass.
Today, when I climb high and drink wine, I wonder whether there will be chrysanthemums or not.
Nine days
p>(Tang Dynasty) Yang Heng
Yellow flowers and purple chrysanthemums stand beside the fence, picking chrysanthemums and drinking wine to love the new fragrance.
I can’t bear to miss my hometown today, so I forcefully plant dogwood trees to follow everyone. .
On the ninth day of Fenghe, I was lucky enough to visit Weiting and climb high to get a branch. 5. Poems about the Spring Festival, Double Ninth Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival
Poems about the Spring Festival:
" "Yuan Day"
Song Wang Anshi
The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu.
Thousands of households always have their New peaches replace old charms
Poems about the Double Ninth Festival:
"Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th"
Tang Wangwei
I am a stranger in a foreign land, but I miss my family members even more during the festive season.
I know that my brothers are climbing high, and there is only one less person planting dogwood trees.
Verses about the Mid-Autumn Festival:
"Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan"
Zhang Jiuling of the Tang Dynasty
The bright moon rises on the sea, the end of the world is at this time
Lovers miss each other at night.
When the candle is extinguished, it is filled with pity and light, 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. 6. Poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival and the Double Ninth Festival
1. Poems of the Han and Wei dynasties
1. The bright moon shines brightly at night
The bright moon shines brightly at night, prompting the weaving of the east wall .
Yuheng refers to Meng Dong, how can all the stars align.
The white dew touches the weeds, and the seasons change suddenly.
The autumn cicadas chirp among the trees, and the black birds pass away peacefully.
In the past, my fellow disciples held high the six feathers.
If you don’t want to join hands, you will abandon me like a relic.
There is a fight between the south and the north, and the oxen cannot bear the yoke.
What good is a false reputation if there is no solid foundation for good deeds?
2. Tingyue Poetry
Tingyue Tower is connected to Taiqing, and Tingyue Tower is the most distinct.
The sky is spinning with dumb ice, and the jade pestle is clanging with the sound of medicine being pounded.
The sound of music played in Guanghan is thin, and the axe, Dangui 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 couldn’t sleep due to sadness, so I picked up my clothes and wandered around.
Although it is a pleasant trip, it is better to return home early.
Who should I sue when I am alone and worried when I leave home?
The leader returned to the room, staining his clothes with tears.
4. Song of Resentment
Newly cracked and pure, as fresh and clean as frost and snow.
Cut into an albizia fan, the balls look like the 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.
Abandon the donation box and find the way to the end of kindness.
2. Poems of the Tang and Song Dynasties
Watching 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 Shanyue (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.
Han descended to Baideng Road, and Hu glanced at Qinghai Bay.
Origin of the battlefield, no one returned.
When the garrison guests look at the border towns, their faces are full of sorrow as they think 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 does not know how to drink, but its shadow follows me.
For the time being, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring.
My song is lingering in the moon, my dancing shadows are chaotic.
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.
Look up at the bright moon and 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, and the long river gradually sets and the dawn stars sink.
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, and returns to the heart to fold the sword.
Turn around and travel far away, climb the osmanthus and look up to the sky.
There is suspicion of frost and snow on the waterway, and feathers can be seen on the forest habitat.
Looking at the white rabbit at this time, I want to count the hair.
Reminiscing about my brother-in-law (Du Fu) on a moonlit night
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, and the army was 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, it is filled with pity and light, 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 time to sleep in my dreams 7. Poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival and the Double Ninth Festival
1. Mid-Autumn Festival
Mid-Autumn Moon Thoughts
Author: Guo Ziping
Reunion and parting drifting
It’s the Mid-Autumn Festival for wanderers again
The Tianhe River goes straight down to the desert where wealthy families spread into the city
Night An oasis where shadows penetrate deep dreams and condense the soul
A child who has left home
Suddenly the beautiful splendor before his eyes is unfamiliar
Missing his mother
Old Mending ancient sorrows under the house
Tears flowed along the autumn leaves
Hanging on the dry eyelashes of the treetops at the entrance of the village
Parked for a round
The lonely boat of reunion under the bright moon
2. Double Ninth Festival
"Climbing High on the Double Ninth Festival"
Author: Liu Bingliang
The Hand of Life , has brought you and me closer
Being close, having a hot conversation, and having friends live up to our high expectations
Enjoying the beautiful space of one side alone
A knowing smile and openness The brilliance of spring flowers
Meet at the Double Ninth Festival, climb high and look far
There is a burst of vitality in the chest
The rope of will is still as hard as steel
Ah, life.
Ah, friend
Because of our fantasy mentality
How much more beauty can we add to life
The autumn sun warms our hearts, and old tears shed on the red leaves
A long sigh to the sky inspires you and me
Stepping on the wheel of eternal youth
In the coming year, the country will be full of beauty. 8. Ancient poems about the Spring Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival and Double Ninth Festival
Spring Festival:
Tianjiazhan’s climate *** said that this year will be prosperous
Thousands of households will replace old talismans with new ones every day
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Mid-Autumn Festival:
The bright moon is shining brightly every night, and I don’t know who is missing the autumn thoughts
Three parts of the world are known by the bright moon at night, and two parts are Yangzhou
Double Ninth Festival:
On the Double Ninth Festival in September, you can see chrysanthemums at the door
Come to the imperial palace on the Double Ninth Festival, and see the Qing Dynasty at the beginning of the tenth day
Drink alone on the Double Ninth Festival With wine in the cup, I climbed to Jiangshan Terrace when I was sick
I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is one less person planting dogwood trees
Spring Festival:
1. Spring sleep without waking up At dawn, I hear birds singing everywhere. ——Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn"
2. Whoever tells the heart of an inch of grass will reap three rays of spring. ——Meng Jiao: "Wandering Son's Song"
3. Red beans grow in the south. How many branches will grow when spring comes? ——Wang Wei: "Lovesickness"
Qingming Festival:
1. How much love, zd nowhere to say, falling flowers and catkins on Qingming Festival. ——Wei Chengban's "Yu Gezi·Liu Rumei"
2. The swallows return and the flowers fade, and they follow the rules early and pass the Qingming Festival. ——Nalan Xingde's "Red Window Moon·The Swallow Returns and the Flowers Wither"
3. After the Qingming Festival, I can't bear to look back, and the clouds return to Zhulou. ——Zhu Shuzhen, "Eyeful Eyes·The Wind and the Sun are Soft"
Mid-Autumn Festival:
1. I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid of beautiful buildings and jade buildings. ——Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"
Double Ninth Festival:
1. I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my family even more during the festive season.
——Wang Wei "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th"