(Liu Changqing)
At dusk, Cangshan is far away, it is freezing and the house is poor.
Chai Men hears dogs barking and returns on a snowy night.
Border songs
(Lu Lun)
In the dim moonlight, wild geese are flying high, and the leader of the Tatars is fleeing in the dark.
We chased them, the burden of horses was light, and there was snow on our bows and swords.
Border songs
(Lu Lun)
In the dark forest, the grass was suddenly blown by the wind, and the wind was rustling. The general thought that the beast was coming and immediately pulled out the arrow.
Dawn went to look for the arrow, which had gone deep into the edge of the stone.
Overnight temple
(Li Bai)
Dangerous buildings are hundreds of feet high, and you can pick stars with your hands.
Dare not speak loudly for fear of scaring people.
Sigh on the jade steps
(Li Bai)
Dew fell on the steps of jade, and the night was long. Dew wet the stone.
But what about looking at the water curtain of autumn moon light through crystal glass? .
Thoughts in the dead of night
(Li Bai)
The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .
Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home.
I read it in a book about the night of the boat.
(Cha Shen Xing)
When the moon is dark and windy, the fishing lamp is high, and the firefly is lonely.
Slight wind and waves are scattered all over the river.
Chusek
(Du Mu)
In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.
The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.
The hymn of Twilight River
(Bai Juyi)
A sunset spread in the water, half a river rustled and half a river was red.
Cherish the night of September, dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
well
(Li Qingzhao)
I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering.
Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng.
How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.
I feel that the hedge door will come out at dawn in autumn night to meet the cold.
(land travel)
Wan Li Hedong enters the sea, climbing skyscrapers for 5,000 meters.
The adherents were in tears and wanted to wait in Julian Waghann for another year.
Endless desire
(Nalan Xingde)
Mountain is a journey, and water is a journey. I want to go to Guan Yu.
Night light.
When the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of hurting the heart of the country falls through.
There is no such sound in my hometown.
Night berth near Fengqiao
(Zhang Ji)
Frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing fire, worrying about sleep.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang to the passenger ship at midnight.
Song of spring palace
(Changling Wang)
Last night, the spring breeze blew the peach blossoms in the well, and the moon in front of Weiyang Palace hung high in the sky.
Pingyang's geisha was attracted by the emperor, who gave her a brocade robe in the cold weather outside the curtain.
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The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.
I know that spring is blooming tonight, and the insects are fresh through the green window sand.
Listen to the night flute from the wall of Shouxiang
(Yi Lee)
The sand in front of Lefeng is as white as snow, and the moonlight outside the city is like autumn frost.
I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night.
Hougong ci
(Bai Juyi)
Tears wet Luo Jin's dream of not being able to sleep. Late at night, I heard a rhythmic song coming from the lobby.
Beauty is not old, has lost the elegance of the king, and sat on warm clothes until dawn.
One in the Forbidden City
(Zhang Hu)
The moonlight shone from the palace to the palace tree, and only the nest in the nest was seen in front of me.
By the light of the lamp, I plucked the Hosta and carried the flame of the lamp to rescue the flame moth.
A berth on the Qinhuai River
(Du Mu)
Smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant.
Strong women in business don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river.
Letter to Han Chuo, Yangzhou Magistrate
(Du Mu)
Castle peak is vaguely green water thousands of miles away, and the vegetation in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn.
Where does the Jade Man teach oral sex at Bridge 24 on a moonlit night?
Write to my wife in the north on a rainy night.
(Li Shangyin)
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
Jia sheng
(Li Shangyin)
The propaganda room invited the sages to meet the ministers, and Jia was even more incoherent.
Poor midnight is unprecedented, and Mo Wen people ask ghosts and gods.
She sighed on her jade harp.
(Wen Tingjun)
It is also difficult to dream in a cold bed on an autumn night, and the sky blue is like water and clouds like sand at night.
The geese fly away from the bamboo lodge, and the moon is empty on the twelfth floor.
Lofty wishes
(Gong Zizhen)
Nine faces are rotten, and long-term ambition really looks at grass.
It is said that athletes are wasted in their hands, and blue lights and snow block Shandong at night.
Watching the moon on fifteen nights
(Wang Jian)
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
A butterfly in love with flowers
(Yan Shu)
The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears. The curtain is light and cold, and the swallow flies away.
The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate suffering. The morning light slanted on Zhu Hu.
The west wind withered the green trees last night. A person in a tall building can see the end of the world.
I want to send colored stationery and rulers. The mountains are long and there is a lot of water.
Qing Yu and Yuan Xi.
(Xin Qiji)
Thousands of trees are blooming and stars are everywhere in the east night.
The BMW carved cars are full of incense, the phoenix flute rings, the jade pot flashes, and the dragons and dragons dance together all night.
Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone.
Looking for her in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.
Qingpingle reading Boshan Wang Shian
(Xin Qiji)
Hungry mice ran around the bed and bats danced around the dark oil lamp. There is a breeze blowing in the room, and it is raining hard. I am talking to myself between the broken paper windows.
From the northern frontier to the south, and now retired to the forest, it is already an old face with white hair. A cold autumn wind blew through the thin cloth quilt and woke up suddenly. It was still a dream country in front of me.
Too often cited "Jiankang Mid-Autumn Festival" as Lu Zhifu.
(Xin Qiji)
A round of autumn shadows turned to golden waves, and the flying mirror was re-ground. Ask about Heng E wine: What a pity!
It's easy to go by the wind, and Wan Li is in the sky and straight down the mountains and rivers. Going to Guangxi is more humane and clear!
Xijiang Moon Night Tour Huangsha Road Middle Section
(Xin Qiji)
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.
Message from Xijiangyue Mid-Autumn Festival
(Su Shi)
The world is a big dream, and life is cold several times. At night, the leaves of the wind have sounded in the gallery. Look at your eyebrows and temples. The wine base is often worried about fewer customers, and the moon is cloudy. Who is alone with * * * in the Mid-Autumn Festival, holding a lamp (a glass of wine) and looking at the north sadly.
Bu Zuzi's Residential Works of Dinghuiyuan in Huangzhou
(Su Shi)
The curved hook moon hangs on the sparse buttonwood; In the dead of night, the water from the water clock has been dripping. Who saw the solo dance, like a wild goose in the sky.
At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings. It kept wandering among the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed alone on the cold shoal.
Die Hua Lian mi Shang Zhou yuan
(Su Shi)
Qiantang lantern for three to five nights. The bright moon is like frost, and people are picturesque.
Blowing sheng is fragrant at the bottom of the account, and it spits musk. This taste should be priceless.
Lonely mountain people are getting old. Playing drums and flute, new to the farming and mulberry society.
The cold light of the fire reveals thin frost, and the wild clouds fall.
Linjiang Ye Xian Guilin Gao
(Su Shi)
I drank Dongpo in the evening and woke up drunk. It seemed like midnight when I came back. The child is short of breath.
You shouldn't even knock on the door, but lean on your cane and listen to the sound of the river.
I have hated this body for a long time. When will I forget the camp? In the dead of night, the wind is calm and the valley is flat.
Since then, this ship has passed away, and Jiang Hai spent the rest of his life.
Mao Yi, the son of Jiangcheng, remembers dreams on the 20th day of the first month.
(Su Shi)
Ten years of life and death are two boundless. Never think, never forget. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
Prelude to water melody
(Su Shi)
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 and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world.
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 has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. 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.