Twilight hides the trail, and Huai Shi sinks into the river. Where the doctor sings, the waning moon is cold in the sky. Turbid waves surge eastward, clouds and dreams rise and fall, and Chu is also sad. Restrain the guest's prose style and worry about the article.
Beat the catfish drum, throw rice dumplings, and pack the whole line. Flying boats stop the waves, paddle their arms and roar wildly. In the past, when it is sunny and sunny, San Lv should be peaceful. Time flies, and the wind will last forever.
Homesickness in Mid-Autumn Festival
Wandering away from home for decades
It's the most difficult to sleep tonight
I don't know if there is a moon in Qingliuchi, next to the village
Send me my thoughts on New Year's Eve
There are no lanterns in ancient times
Only Yuanxiao is still sweet
Except for yesterday's homesickness tears
I'm happy to be back in my dreams
. P > There is nothing to do with the Holy Dynasty.
Good travelers have little affection to save
Dragon Boat Ride on the Road.
Mourning Wang Sun with the Scenery
Thinking of Li Bai in the Quiet Night
so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?. I raise my head to gaze at the moon, Lowering my head, my nostalgia comes around.
Lu Lun
high in the faint moonlight, wildgeese are soaring, tartar chieftains are fleeing through the dark. Just about to lead the light cavalry to catch up, the snow falls full of bow knives.
Zhuliguan Wang Wei
leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song; Too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon.
a night-mooring near maple bridge Zhang Ji
frosty night, Jiang Feng, fish, fire and sleep. The lonely cold mountain temple in the city outside the city of Suzhou, the sound of the bell ringing in the middle of the night passed to the passenger ship.
Qing Ping tune Li Bai
Clouds want clothes, flowers and capacity, and the spring breeze blows the threshold to reveal the richness; If I had not seen her on the jade hill, I would have met in the moonlight of the jade pool.
folk songs
The moon shines on Kyushu, and several families are happy and sad. Several couples are in the same boat, and several are floating in other States.
from a mooring on the tonglu to a friend in yangzhou Meng Haoran
with monkeys whimpering on the shadowy mountain, and the river rushing through the night. The cross - strait wind Blow the branches and leaves rustling, the moonlight is reflected by the river, a river of a boat. I, a stranger in this inland district,
homesick for my Yangzhou friends. Recalling that I can not suppress tears in the two lines, looking at the west side of the west coast to send sad to Yangzhou.
a night abroad Du Fu
a light wind is rippling at the grassy shore, through the night, to my motionless tall mast. The boundless plain fringed with stars hanging low. The moon surges with the river on the flow. If only my art might bring me fame?
and free my sick old age from office!. Flitting, flitting, what am I like? But a sand-snipe in the wide, wide world!.
Jin se Li shangyin
I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings, each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth. The sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies, the spring-heart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo. Mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun. And a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew.
untitled Li shangyin
time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone. And the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away. Mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song. It is not so very far to her Enchanted Mountain, oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!.
Su Shi, the head of Shuidiao Song
When will there be a bright moon? I fetch the wine glass from afar. I do not know the palace in heaven, and what month and when. I want to go home by the wind, lest I should be in a beautiful building. It's too cold at the top, dancing to understand the shadow, what is it like on earth? The moon turned scarlet pavilion, hung low on the carved windows, according to the sleepy self. There should be no hate, when do you always say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain or shine. This matter is ancient and difficult. I hope people will live for a long time and be beautiful for thousands of miles.
* Poetry-Inspirational
Antique Li Shen
If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap ten thousand seeds in autumn. Under heaven there is no waste of heaven and earth, and the labouring peasants are still starved to death. Mow the grain at noon, and
sweat drops down the soil. Who knows that every grain in the plate is hard.
Du Qiuniang
Advise you not to cherish the golden clothes, and advise you to cherish your youth. When the flowers should be folded, we should hurry to fold, do not wait for the flower to fade only a broken branch.
long songs
in the green garden, the sunflower is exposed to the sun. Spring has filled the earth with hope, all things show a prosperity. I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the yellow leaves will fail. Rivers run to the sea to the sea, when can return to the west? If you don't work hard, the boss will be sad!
Miscellaneous Poem Tao Yuanming
Life is rootless, floating like dust on a stranger. Life is gone with the wind, the body has gone through hardships, it is not the original appearance. Be brothers, why be flesh and blood? When you meet a pleasure, you should be merry, and you should invite your neighbors to drink wine. Once youth once in the past can never again, one day will never see the next day out.
encourage in time, and time waits for no man.
* Poetry-Farewell to Wang Wei
friend, I have watched you down the mountain and till now in the dark I close my thatch door. Grasses return again green in the spring, but O my Prince of Friends, do you?.
Weicheng Quwang Wei
Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Sincerely advise my friend to dry a cup of wine, west out of the yang Guan, it is difficult to meet relatives.
there are strange trees in the court
there are strange trees in the court, and the green leaves are gorgeous. Climbing the bar and folding its glory will be based on the legacy. The fragrance is full of sleeves,
the road is far away. This thing is expensive, but it feels different from the time.
on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, the moonlight is bright. The full moon is regarded as a symbol of reunion, and it is also the emotional attachment of literati. The following are famous sentences related to the bright moon and Mid-Autumn Festival selected from poems of past dynasties.
from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drank alone. There was no one with me. Raising my cup, I invite the bright moon, who brings me its shadow and makes us three. The moon did not know drinking, the shadow in front of the body behind. I had to mingle with them for a while, and to enjoy the pleasure of the happy spring. I sing the song is bright and wandering, I dance the shadow before drifting. -drinking Alone with the Moon by Li Bai
the bright moon lifts from the Mountain of Heaven, in an infinite haze of cloud and sea. The mighty wind blows tens of thousands of miles, passing through the Yumen pass. -Guan Shanyue by Li Bai
so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?. I raise my head to gaze at the moon, Lowering my head, my nostalgia comes around. -Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night
the moon, grown full now over the sea, Tianya * * * At this time. Brings to separated hearts, the long thoughtfulness of night! -Zhang Jiuling's looking at the moon and thinking of one far away
he knows that the dews tonight will be frost, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!. -Du Fu's "remembering my brothers on a moonlight night"
The autumn sky is full of bright moon, and its luster is wet. Surprised magpie perched undecided, flying fireflies rolled in. -Meng Haoran's
On the night of August 15th of last year, by the apricot garden beside Qujiang Pool. On the night of August 15th this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall. Where is the hometown in the northwest, and the moon is round in the southeast. Yesterday, the wind blew, and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as in previous years. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Moon at the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th"
The crows in Bai Shu in the atrium, and the osmanthus fragrans in Coody Leng. Tonight, people are looking forward to it. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si? -Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon on Fifteen Nights"
Ten rounds of frost shadows turn to the court, and this evening brings people to the corner alone. Su E may not have no regrets, but the jade toad is lonely and lonely. -Yan Shu's Mid-Autumn Moon
When there is a bright moon, ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the Palace Que in the sky ... People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine, which is difficult to complete in ancient times. I hope people will live for a long time, and they will be beautiful for thousands of miles. -Su Shi's "Water Melody"
The bright moon is easy to fall and people are easy to disperse, and it is more important to watch when you come back. The clearer the moonlight in front of the hall, the better the grass is exposed. The shutter pushes the door to silence, and the window is silent and old. Nandu is engaged in being ashamed and poor, and there are several people who write poems about the moon. -Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Moon and Zi You
The twilight clouds are all over and cold, and the silver and the Chinese turn to the jade plate silently. This life is not a good night, where to see the bright moon next year. -Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Moon
The eyes are poor, Huaihai is as rich as silver, and Wan Daohong is full of light to breed mussels and treasures. If no one works in the sky, the guishuzhi will be long and will burst the moon. -Mi Fei's Mid-Autumn Festival Looking at the Moon
Go to the West Building quickly, lest the sky be released and clouds cover the moon. But when you call for it, the jade flute will crack with a loud blow ... If you get a long circle so late, human feelings may not depend on your acceptance. -Xin Qiji's "Man Jiang Hong"
Wait for the moon to raise a glass, and you will be fragrant and green. Worship the falling of Huaxing, about the floating of the bright moon. -Wen Tianxiang's
Gradually, I went up to the distant smoke and grass, and suddenly I fell in front of the eaves by the high pavilion. -Xu Wei's Fifteen Nights Arriving in Jianning
The Qiu Guang is a long way away, and the orchid, the radial laurel and the fragrant flowers are everywhere. The moon is bright and round, and people are thousands of miles away, and the wind is urgent and the sails are light. -Zhang Huangyan's Mid-Autumn Festival on a Boat
* Poem-Festival
On January 1, Wang Anshi
The sound of firecrackers makes one year old, and the spring breeze sends warmth into Tu Su. The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old.
Tumu in Qingming Festival
It rains a lot during Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Ask the local people where to buy wine and worry? The shepherd boy laughed and did not answer the apricot mountain village.
Du Mu in autumn and evening
Qiu Guang painted a cold screen with a silver candle, and a small fan fluttered against fireflies. The night in day order is as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and the weaver star.
Chang 'e Li Shangyin
The mica screen has a deep candle shadow, and the long river is gradually sinking. Chang' e I must regret that I had eaten the elixir at the beginning, now alone, blue sky, and night and night.
Han Yi, a cold food
Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind is cold and the willows are slanting; The night fell, and the palace was busy with candles, and the smoke wafted up into the house of the prince of Princes and marquises.
bird Bai Juyi
who lives in groups? As common as flesh and blood. I advise you not to shoot the branch bird, and the son will look forward to his mother's return in the nest.
You Zi Yin Meng Jiao
the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy, carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, dreading the delays that will keep him late from home, but how much love has the inch-long grass,
won three Chunhui.
Ouyang Xiu, a health inspector
Last January night, the flower market was lit like a day; On the moon, the willow is slightly on the head, and people are about after dusk. On January night this year, the moon and lights remained the same; No longer saw last year's old friend, tears of tears were wet to the clothes.
Passing through an old friend Zhuang Menghaoran
preparing me chicken and rice, old friend, you entertain me at your farm; The green woods were around the village, and the green hills lay outside the city. We open your window over garden and field,
to talk mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands; When the ninth festival comes, please come here to see the chrysanthemum.
* Poetry-The Moon
Thinking of Li Bai in a Quiet Night
so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?. I raise my head to gaze at the moon, Lowering my head, my nostalgia comes around.
Lu Lun
high in the faint moonlight, wildgeese are soaring, tartar chieftains are fleeing through the dark. Just about to lead the light cavalry to catch up, the snow falls full of bow knives.
Zhuliguan Wang Wei
leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song; Too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon.
a night-mooring near maple bridge Zhang Ji
frosty night, Jiang Feng, fish, fire and sleep. The lonely cold mountain temple in the city outside the city of Suzhou, the sound of the bell ringing in the middle of the night passed to the passenger ship.
Qing Ping tune Li Bai
Clouds want clothes, flowers and capacity, and the spring breeze blows the threshold to reveal the richness; If I had not seen her on the jade hill, I would have met in the moonlight of the jade pool.
folk songs
The moon shines on Kyushu, and several families are happy and sad. Several couples are in the same boat, and several are floating in other States.
from a mooring on the tonglu to a friend in yangzhou Meng Haoran
with monkeys whimpering on the shadowy mountain, and the river rushing through the night. The cross - strait wind Blow the branches and leaves rustling, the moonlight is reflected by the river, a river of a boat. I, a stranger in this inland district,
homesick for my Yangzhou friends. Recalling that I can not suppress tears in the two lines, looking at the west side of the west coast to send sad to Yangzhou.
a night abroad Du Fu
a light wind is rippling at the grassy shore, through the night, to my motionless tall mast. The boundless plain fringed with stars hanging low. The moon surges with the river on the flow. If only my art might bring me fame?
and free my sick old age from office!. Flitting, flitting, what am I like? But a sand-snipe in the wide, wide world!.
Jin se Li shangyin
I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings, each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth. The sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies, the spring-heart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo. Mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun. And a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew.