2. The complete collection of poems created by the Moon
Complete works of self-created poems about the West Lake 1 Complete works of self-created five-character poems of West Lake.
"Post the topic of Yuhang County Construction and present Pei Shijun"
Tang Bai Juyi
The official calendar is 20 years, and the official tour is 30 years.
Jiangshan and romance, the most unforgettable thing is Hangzhou.
At the end of the sand embankment in the north, at the head of the stone embankment in the West Lake.
Green bamboo shoots leave in spring, and red candles return to the boat at night.
I dare not leave my love, but I miss the old days.
With this sentence sung by Jun, the topic is the building.
He Xichuan, Li Shangshu, Hangzhou Yue Wei Tour Room, Taiwei West Lake.
Don Liu Yuxi
Hanchuan trees fall at night, and jade hooks hang on the West Lake.
The flag was surrounded by water and the ship was submerged.
I am eager to recall the past, and my heart is like a * * *.
Seven laws have been in existence for a long time, and the rhyme is sad for autumn.
2. About Zhejiang's own poems, urgent
Hangzhou wangchun
Tang Bai Juyi
Looking at the sea tower in the distance, the morning light shines slightly, and the river bank is white.
That night, he should be recruited into the temple and hide with Liu Sechun.
Tea brocade praises persimmons, and green flag sells wine and pears.
Who opens the southwest road of Hu Si Temple? The grass-green skirt is inclined at the waist.
Spring outing in Qiantang Lake
Tang Bai Juyi
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Hangzhou Fang Hui
Tang Bai Juyi
I haven't drunk much since I left Qiantang Mountain River, and I'm too lazy to recite poems.
I want to report this intention to West Lake.
The complete poems about the moon 1. Write a poem about the moon ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind. I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering. -Li Bai's "Drinking the Bright Moon Alone"
A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass. -Guan Shanyue of Li Bai
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. -Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! -Zhang Jiuling's "Full Moon Philip Burkart"
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! -Du Fu's Moonlight Remembering My Brother
Autumn moon hangs in the sky and Guanghua is wet. The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in. -Meng Haoran, "I am pregnant under the autumn night moon"
On the evening of August 15 last year, next to the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool. On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall. Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast. Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the 15th of August"
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium. Tonight, people are looking forward to it. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si? -Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights"
Ten rounds of frost shadows turn to court, and tonight is a lonely corner. Su E may have no regrets, but Yuchan is lonely and lonely. -Yan Shu's Mid-Autumn Moon
When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine. I don't know what year it is in the imperial palace 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 have a good scenery thousands of miles away. -Su Shi's Water Tune
The bright moon is easy to fall and disperse, and it is even more important to see it when you come back. The clearer the moonlight in front of the hall, the more grass is exposed. Shutters push doors silently, while windows are silent and old. Du Nan is engaged in shame and poverty, and there are several people who write moon poems. -Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Festival Moon Appreciation and Ziyou Tour
The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year? -Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Festival Full Moon
Like Huaihai's eyes, the long sea is as white as silver, and millions of rainbow-like lights are pregnant with pearl oysters. If there is no labor in the sky, the osmanthus tree will grow long and break the moon. -Miffy Mid-Autumn Festival "Looking at the Moon"
Go to the West Building before it's too late for Yun Zheyue. But when you call it, Yu Di will break with a loud blow ... If you make a long circle so late, human feelings may not depend on your acceptance. -Xin Qiji's "Man Jiang Hong"
When the moon raises a glass, you will be fragrant and green. Worship the fall of Huaxing, about the floating of the bright moon. -Wen Tianxiang's "Returning to Dong for the Mid-Autumn Festival"
Boats are moored at dusk in the west of the city, and the long bridge looks at the full moon. Gradually, I walked to the distant smoke grass, and suddenly I fell in front of the eaves next to Gaoting. -Xu Wei's Fifteen Nights in Jianning
It's a long journey in Qiu Guang, and it has the fragrance of orchids and laurels. The moon is bright and full, people are thousands of miles away, and the wind is urgent and the sails are light. -Take a boat for the Mid-Autumn Festival in Zhang Huangyan.
Nine stanzas are from the wall of Chamgo Castle (in parallel order)
Brother Zhuo Zhuo has learned a lot. He has the ambition to help the wind and cross the stone. With a title of generals in ancient times from the edge of the yuan died.
Bian Feng
At the beginning of the cold, the sky is singing, cloud flying. This flag is on the verge of collapse. What do lonely soldiers do?
Sent geese to invade Hu Yue, and was startled by the frost. Maybe blow my concubine dream and give one to Jin Wei?
Change reduction
There were moons in the Qin dynasty, and the past dynasties took pictures of the border States. It is a waste of time to stop smoking, and it is cold.
Guanshan and tears, roundness and homesickness. It is difficult to send a plum flower to the faucet.
Edge dust
Purple plug three obstacles, yellow dust eight sides. Hu Jia blew up again, and the moon was still empty.
Miscellaneous still follows the horse, dark and windy. General, don't erase it, leave some red shirts.
difficult position
The corner blew all night, but the iron lock was unlocked. The ancient city rang and the horse ran back to first frost.
Jade stopper shed tears for Qiang people, and Tianshan geese mourned. Who smells this song and doesn't go to Hunan?
borderland
The flute is played on the high city, and the city is full of autumn moon. Hu Er burst into tears and hansel Yi Long sang.
Willow broken in sorrow, surprised by plum blossom dream. Wandering three or five lanes, heartbroken and recalling the southern expedition.
Bianyan
After the swallow made a golden river, they brought snow one after another. The array is closed for a small month, with many broken sounds and many traffic jams.
Hold high the mourning of rice, fly low and fear the net. Feathers must be cherished, books are gifts!
Bianma
In the morning in Tianma Ying Xing, there are golden tigers and leopards. Aochuncao is short and peach blossoms are new.
The hole freezes the Great Wall snow, and the hoof wears the desert dust. Cross the river after many battles and return the success to others.
Liu Bian
Sigh, Yang Guanliu, when can Qing Qing do it? The spring is infinite, and the green hair is turned into silk.
Years of sadness have been broken. I don't want to leave. There are strange trees in my hometown, which I remember day and night.
Biancao
Whether the prince will go or not is full of horses. Wan Li is full of people all year round, and so is the sky.
I haven't seen Yu after several golden snows. A night of cold pond dreams brings the tranquility of the Eucharist.
2. Original ancient poems about the moon
On the Mid-Autumn Festival, Su Shi's "Water Tune Songs" was drunk and dreamy. When did you write this article and when did you have a baby? I take my glass from a distance.
I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? 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 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.
Su Shi's Xijiang Moon is in Huangzhou, and he swims in the water on a spring night. Drinking in a restaurant, getting drunk.
Take the moon to the stream bridge, untie the saddle and bend your arms, lie drunk and rest less. I realized that.
The mountains are crowded and the flowing water is bright, which makes people doubt that it is not human. On the bridge pillar of the book.
According to the wild shallow waves, the sky is faint. I want to get drunk and sleep on the grass.
It's a pity that a romantic wind didn't teach you to crush Qiong Yao. Take off your saddle and rest at Qingyang Bridge, and there will be the sound of spring dawn in Du Yu.
Autumn night and the moon gathered and dispersed. Then call it. There's no reason to see Iraq again.
In recent days, I unexpectedly want to eat a big meal again. In respect and leisure, I gathered my eyebrows and sighed.
Arouse old worries. "Back to Dong Mid-Autumn Festival, please have a banquet." Tianxiang shines on the river festival and carries the original boat to clear the ice; When the moon raises a glass, you will be fragrant and green.
Worship the fall of Huaxing, about the floating of the bright moon. The wind and rain are all over the city, why are you lucky to be near? The picturesque mountains and rivers are still the trip to Chibi in those days.
Straw is rewarded, and cloth is distributed in turn. [Manjianghong] On the Mid-Autumn Festival, Xin Qiji went to the West Building, fearing that Yun Zheyue would be released in the future.
But when he called, the jade flute cracked with a loud noise. Who let curling float in the world, the most pitiful to the husband.
Ask Chang 'e, lonely and cold, do you have any worries? It should be Fahua. Jade liquid is full, and Joan's cup is slippery.
Dance with long sleeves, sing and swallow saliva. Nine times out of ten, it still needs grinding.
It's so late to make a long circle, and human feelings may not see farewell. Put the past and hate together and return to it.
Items cannot be attracted. Time flies, but when Xie Lan is released, the flowers fade, but in an instant.
Color clouds are easy to disperse and glass is fragile, which is a problem before inspection. On a romantic night, there are several traces of the past.
Endure thinking and memory. This kind of retrospect is broken and eternal.
When we reached Xiandao and Guiming Road, there was no news. Xuanqing's waning moon is hazy, the banquet is hazy, and the return is light and cold.
Back silver [into public], lonely hall at first sleep, heavy hug, drunk still silent. Don't leak it often, the previous joy is gone, only a pillow is left.
Meditate, catch up with the old tour, and the scenery of Shenjing is like a brocade. I want to throw fruit at my friend and have a farewell party. At that time, I was very drunk.
The dance of life flies, and the songs and beads run through it. Before the banquet, it was full of fairy products, which was even more boring and crazy. More Xiangjiang, Phoenix, and Sleep.
Hostels are scattered like Levin, and the drums and noisy streets painted by this kind of enjoyment, Sauvignon Blanc (a prostitute in Beijing), have blue lights all over the city, and the bright moon on the first day shines in Yancheng. The night view of Jiangque in the capital of Qing Dynasty, with silver arrows and golden stems.
Streets crisscross. Go through Pingkangfeng and listen to the music slowly.
Phoenix candle shines. There is no incense screen in that house.
For Luo Qi, I can vaguely recognize the old days, and the elegance has faded. Jiao Bo Ye Yan and Qiao Xiao still greeted each other on purpose.
On the wall, it is difficult to write deeply and sincerely. I don't know, those famous officials have been arrested, and they have all been reduced in customs over the years.
Full moon, full moon, full moon, full moon. Competition is still insufficient.
Just like the young people in the bridal chamber, they will meet temporarily and leave as they used to. The small building is on the threshold, which was last year's season.
The clear sky is still there, and the night is always disgusting. The partridge blew the residual smoke into the night wind.
A bright moon hangs on the porch. Because the road is far away, people are still far away, and my heart is different.
Affectionate and considerate. Yun Lan went back to recognize without a trace.
I should have been born in the past, and I love to keep Yuanyang in two places. At 12 o'clock in the afternoon (autumn night), there is light smoke on the moon, and the wind shines like washing.
Jue Cui Zhang, Liang Sheng. Gradually enter the slight cold weather.
Broken leaves knock on the window, and the west wind fills the courtyard. If you can't sleep, get up. It is even more worrying, and it is worrying, and all kinds of feelings are born together, which are worrying.
God knows, I was worried. The night is always there, clearly beside the bed, watching diligently.
The candle is dim, the wine is awake, and Yuan Lai is in a dream. Come to sleep, get dressed and sit alone with mixed feelings.
How can I get benefits, reconcile sex, and then make the rest of the incense quilt? I want to tell God that I will never give up from now on.
Worship with Qiu Guang, turn around and feel sad, and explore Jin Yingzhi's way of Chongyang. Try thin clothes first, green ants are new.
The weather becomes windy, rainy and cool. The courtyard at dusk, the feeling of sadness, and the hangover after waking up make the sadness more intense.
How can you stand this long night, when the moon shines on this empty bed? Listening to the distant sound of changing lanes, the long and sharp crickets, and the long-tune sound, I feel that time has passed too slowly.
[Niannujiao] On the Mid-Autumn Festival, sweet-scented osmanthus in Wen Zhiming floats in the moonlight. In the first month, the streets are full of people, and the night is as cold as washing. The wind is full of eyebrows and cold, and people are in the Crystal Palace.
The dragon is dying, and the view is awkward and ethereal. First frost is everywhere. I want to fly over the colorful clouds.
I remember last evening, wine kiosks and light moon clouds came and went. Qiu Guang, thousands of miles away, did it in the blink of an eye yesterday.
The bluebird comes from the west, and Chang 'e reports my courtesy. Send a message, don't be afraid of Shen Zui.
"Looking at the Moon at Qinhuai" shows that Zhiheng Pan climbed the Tiger Hill to see the moon and thought about Qinhuai during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Look at it a few times, the moonlight is like day, and it is not surprising that Li and Wang are alone among thousands of people.
At that time, good listeners gathered in Jinling and heard about it at midnight. By the end of the day, Yu Juling had watched Yuan Ling seven times, and Jin Yi was about to do it. Qinhuai people said, "If you don't think about it, think about it again."
"Is to stop. Since the first winding, Wu Zha also, a few nights and two nights if suddenly defeated, then people win Wu, non-human victory and emotional victory.
Cha Qingxi competed to spread five tones on the shore, and the winner in the pavilion was the true feelings. Then the Pearl of the Yuan Dynasty presented the flute of the colorful girl, which was the sound of its solitary tune. It is a drama, such as Pipa Xing and Princess Pearl, which is even more unique. Regret listening late, entertainment ears shallow. I should give up, but do it again, so that when Wu swims, the stone is willing and easy to vomit, and a spoonful of sword pool can be obtained. As a result of throwing a pen in the air, the moon went up and down, and I was in the middle of a tiger hill, because the song said, "My thoughts are hidden, the moon was born in the wind, and I woke up like a dream." I miss the sea again. Dragon Street is full of colors, and I suddenly swim and play. I hope that the future will remain unchanged. "
"Item can't stay. Time flies, but when Xie Lan is released, the flowers fade, but in an instant.
Color clouds are easy to disperse and glass is fragile, which is a problem before inspection. On a romantic night, there are several traces of the past.
Endure thinking and memory. This kind of retrospect is broken and eternal.
When we reached Xiandao and Guiming Road, there was no news. Xuanqing's waning moon is hazy, the banquet is hazy, and the return is light and cold.
Back silver [into public], lonely hall at first sleep, heavy hug, drunk still silent. Don't leak it often, the previous joy is gone, only a pillow is left.
Meditate, catch up with the old tour, and the scenery of Shenjing is like a brocade. I want to throw fruit at my friend and have a farewell party. At that time, I was very drunk.
The dance of life flies, and the songs and beads run through it. Before the banquet, it was full of fairy products, which was even more boring and crazy. More Xiangjiang, Phoenix, and Sleep.
Hostels are in disorder, which makes all Levin enjoy it.
3. Who knows the self-written prose or poem about "the moon"?
Elegant, sleepless at night. Autumn wind caresses the strings. Take a puff of light smoke, and the memory will be scattered with the film. Faint pain, deep nostalgia.
Elegant, the night is still early, obviously like the moon gently blowing willows. Listen to a song of high mountains and flowing water, and the world is like the wind. Sad world of mortals, spoony lovesickness.
The moon, like a poem, is light and charming; Like a painting, it stretches forever. "The ancients didn't see this month, but this month they took photos of the ancients." The bright moon is a tragic splash-ink picture, which goes through the ages and continues the true feelings of ancient and modern people. The moon is cool and sunny. Lang Lang is like a pear flower and clean as tea. Who was surprised by the fragrance in the dream? On the breeze, Yu Xiang and who * * *. The spring breeze is like a guest, and it is clear that the moon is drunk. The moon is a sad love song. On the moon, people meet at dusk. Iraqi red makeup, flowers before and after, full moon. * * * Marry, buckle with one heart, dream around. The moon is an endless memory of my family, and I confided gently, "The moon is now full at sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time" and "I wish people a long time, and thousands of miles are beautiful." In a word, the Jianghu has suffered for ten years.
Looking at the bright moon, it is as cool as water. "Only after a circle in the sky will people look up." Month, high above, is sought after by the world. However, the heights are too cold. Although Yayue is high above, she suffers from loneliness. In ancient times, noble and elegant people were not as elegant and refined as the elegant moon, but they had to endure loneliness and loneliness. Silently contribute "light" to the world. Gu Long said it well: If a swordsman wants to be a master, he must first have learn to be lonely. If you want to be a person, it is not the same.
When the day is recruited, the water will overflow when it is full, and the monthly surplus will be lost. As the saying goes: if you don't come, you will be happy, if you go, you will decline, and if you are happy, you will be sad. Showed us a philosophy of life: modest benefit, all bets are off. When you are a man, when the spring breeze is proud, you should let go when it is time to let go, forgive others and forgive others; At the bottom of life, we should not be sad or angry. On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower. Life is like a month, the peaks and turns, the moon rises and falls, and flowers bloom and fall. Turn a circle, we still go back to the original place.
The breeze is still the same, and the moon is quiet and elegant. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. People often admire flowers, but flowers have flowering periods. Life is not always perfect, and life is not always stationed in the youth stage. Just like the bright moon, there are circles and gaps. What the bright moon has never changed is its trust in the sky. What will never change in life is the appearance of the soul.
When the moon moved into the room, people fell asleep. If good dreams come, they are most likely to wake up. The west wing is full of moon, a little bit of poetry is wet, new feelings are hard to disappear, and old feelings are unforgettable.
The moonlight is like frost, and the flowers are impermanent. When you love someone, the red candle tears gently shake. When the moon sets in China, pear blossoms descend in succession, flowers are always there, and people are always empty.