the bright moon lifts from the Mountain of Heaven, in an infinite haze of cloud and sea.
and the wind, that has come a thousand miles, beats at the Jade Pass battlements.
china marches its men down Baideng Road, while Tartar troops peer across blue waters of the bay.
and since not one battle famous in history sent all its fighters back again.
Garrison the border town, and think of home, with wistful eyes.
and of those tonight in the upper chambers, who toss and sigh and cannot rest.
2. Tang Dynasty: on Climbing Orchid Mountain in the Autumn to Zhang by Meng Haoran
on a northern peak among white clouds, you have found your hermitage of peace. And now, as I climb this mountain to see you, high with the wildgeese flies my heart.
the quiet dusk might seem a little sad, if this autumn weather were not so brisk and clear. Visitors to the village on the hill, walk through the beach and sit at the ferry rest and rest.
there are trees at the horizon like a row of grasses, and against the river's rim an island like the moon. I hope that you will come and meet me, bringing a basket of wine, * * * Drunk Double Ninth Festival.
3. Southern Song Dynasty: Lu You's "Tour Shanxi Village"
Don't laugh at the farmer's wine and wine, and keep enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
there is no way for mountains and rivers to return to doubt, and there is another village.
The flute and drum are close to the Spring Club, and their clothes are simple and antique.
from now on, if you take a leisurely ride on the moon, you will knock on the door with a stick all night.
4. Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's Qujiang Duijiu
The head of the river outside the courtyard did not return, and the Shuijing Palace turned to a small place.
The peach blossoms are falling, and the yellow birds fly in Bai Niao.
if you drink too much for a long time, you will get rid of it. Being lazy is against the world.
the official's feelings are even more distant, and the eldest brother has not brushed his clothes when he is injured.
5. Tang Dynasty: Four drinking Alone with the Moon Poems by Li Bai
from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drank alone. There was no one with me.
till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, to bring me my shadow and make us three.
alas, the moon was unable to drink, and my shadow tagged me vacantly;.
but still for a while I had these friends, to cheer me through the end of spring.
I sang. The moon encouraged me, I danced. My shadow tumbled after.
have sex when you wake up, and then I was drunk, and we lost one another.
shall goodwill ever be secure?, I watch the long road of the River of Stars.