Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, happily drank the next morning, drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe.
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
On the Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bing, I drank happily until the next morning, so drunk that I wrote this word and missed my brother Su Zhe. When did the bright moon begin to appear? I raised my glass and asked the distant sky. I don't know the date of the palace in heaven. I want to ride the breeze back to the sky, but I'm afraid that the buildings built by Meiyu can't stand the cold of nine days. Dancing under the moon and enjoying the clear shadows is not like on the earth.
The moon revolves around the scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. Mingyue shouldn't have any resentment against people, should she? Why is it round when people are gone? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon changes from sunny to sunny. This kind of thing has been difficult to be comprehensive since ancient times. I only hope that all the relatives in this world can be safe and healthy, and even if they are thousands of miles apart, they can enjoy this beautiful moonlight.
2, "Liu Yong"-the author He Tangchao?
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Tall willows are covered with new green leaves, and soft willows hang down like ten thousand green ribbons fluttering gently. Whose skillful hand cut off this thin young leaf? It turned out to be the warm spring breeze in February. It's like a pair of clever scissors.
3. "Drunken flowers, thick fog and clouds, sorrow will last forever" —— Author Li Qingzhao in Song Dynasty
The mist is thick and the clouds are thick, and the days are sad. Kapoor is among the birds in the incense burner. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Fog, thick clouds, life is very boring. Long Xianxiang shines brightly in the golden beast incense burner. It's the Double Ninth Festival again, and I'm lying in a jade pillow bedstead. The chill in the middle of the night has just soaked my whole body. I drank until dusk in Dongli, and the fragrance of Huang Ju overflowed my sleeve. Don't say clear autumn doesn't hurt people. The west wind rolls a bead curtain, and the people in the curtain are thinner than the yellow flowers.
4. "Two Liangzhou Ci Poems, Part One"-written by Wang Zhihuan Tang Dynasty?
The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain.
Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!
The Yellow River seems to rush out from the white clouds, and Yumenguan is hanging alone in the mountains. Why do soldiers complain that willows don't sprout and spring breeze can't blow outside Yumen Pass?
5, "Queqiao Fairy Cloud"-author Qin Guan Song Dynasty?
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight.
When the golden wind meets the dew, it will win, but there are countless people in the world.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge.
If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, they are still there, day and night.
Thin clouds are changing in the sky, meteors are conveying the sadness of acacia in the sky, and I quietly crossed the distant and boundless galaxy tonight. Tanabata meeting in the autumn wind and white dew is better than those couples who are together in the world. * * * v. Acacia, tender as water, short will be like a dream, can't bear to see the magpie bridge road when leaving. As long as two people love each other till death do us part, why do you want to be very much in love?