1, Shi, "When will there be a bright moon?"
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 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.
Appreciation: This Mid-Autumn Festival, Su Shi was in Mizhou. Because he missed his brother Su Zhe, he stayed up all night watching the moon fall from the sky to the window. How much he wants to be happily reunited with his brother! But he deeply knows that since ancient times, the joys and sorrows of this world are like the ups and downs of the moon, and it is difficult to be perfect.
Su Shi, who is broad-minded, will not let himself fall into sadness. He quickly comforted himself: as long as we are healthy and can enjoy the moon, it is the greatest happiness in the world.
2, "On the Mid-Autumn Festival to be divided into official Zhang" in
The clear sky has opened, the Milky Way has gone, the breeze blows across the sky, and the bright moon shows its waves. The sand is smooth, the water is still, there is no sound or shadow, just like I give you a glass of wine and ask you to sing. But your song is so sad and your voice is so bitter that my tears turned into rain before I finished listening to it. On the Dongting Lake, Jiuyi Mountain towering into the sky, dragons, crocodiles, ups and downs, apes, flying foxes, sobbing. At the risk of death in nine cases out of ten, I arrived at my official post, where I lived alone and quietly, as if I were hiding. I left my bed, afraid of snakes; I eat, I'm afraid of poison, and the air in the lake is rancid, breathing its foul smell. Yesterday, I played drums in front of the country, an emperor was crowned, and a realm changed.
The pardon runs 300 miles a day, and all the dying people get their sentences reduced. Expulsions were promoted, exiles were recalled, corruption was abolished, and honest officials were appointed. My superior sent my name, but the governor didn't listen, and Kan Ke had to move Man Jing. My position is very low and useless. They may punish me with a whip in the street. Most of my exiled companions are going home now. For me, this is a trip to heaven beyond climbing. Stop your song, I beg you, listen to mine, a completely different song from yours. Tonight is the loveliest moon of the year. Everything else is arranged by fate, which is beyond our control. But, to reject this wine, can we choose more tomorrow? .
Appreciation: Zhang Gongcao is a book, and both Han Yu and Zhang Shu have been demoted. After the dream of returning to Chang 'an was shattered, I wrote this poem on the Mid-Autumn Festival full moon night. Two friends who have the same experience can't help but raise their glasses and sigh generously. Life in the relegated land is so hard, but it's a long way back to Beijing. What should I do?
Han Yu changed from sadness to broadmindedness: Today's month is the best in a year. Why do you blame others in life? Don't drink, when will you wait? Comments on Su Han's poems and notes: Sanxi said: The voice is clear and calm, dust-free and angry, which can be said to be irrelevant. Wise people always think positively and think happily, which naturally leads to a happy life.