Poetry about the moon

1, Jingyesi, Tang, 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.

Vernacular translation

The bright moonlight sprinkled on enough paper, as if the ground was frosted. I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my hometown in the distance.

2. Drinking the Bright Moon Alone, Tang, Li Bai

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. Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.

I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.

Vernacular translation

Put a pot of wine among the flowers, and no relatives and friends will pour it themselves.

Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon into three people before the picture.

Of course, Yue Ming won't drink. Her figure follows me.

I had to form a wine companion with them for the time being. If I want to enjoy myself, I must seize the beautiful spring scenery.

I sang about the moon, and my dancing figure was messy.

When you wake up, you will be happy together, and when you are drunk, you will be separated.

I would like to form an eternal friendship with them, forget the harm and meet at the edge of the misty galaxy.

3. Looking at the moon, I think of a distant person, Tang and Zhang Jiuling.

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

Vernacular translation

A bright moon rises in the vast sea, and now you and I are facing each other at the ends of the earth.

Relatives in my hometown resent the long moonlit night and miss them all night.

Put out the candles and cherish the moonlight in the room. I wandered around in my clothes, feeling the cold at night.

I can't give you beautiful moonlight, I just hope to meet you in my sleep.

4. Moonlight on the Spring River, Tang, Zhang.

Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide. I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moonlight by the river?

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.

There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky. Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?

Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.

The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss. Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?

Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror. The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.

At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month. Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.

Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned. In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.

The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite. I wonder how many people will return every month. Falling flowers shake trees all over the river.

Vernacular translation

In spring, the river tide is mighty, connected with the sea, and a bright moon rises from the sea, as if spewing out with the tide.

The moonlight shines on the riverside. The waves are thousands of miles away, and the moonlight shines everywhere on the Chunjiang River.

The river winds around Yuan Ye, where there are many flowers and plants. The moonlight shines on the blooming trees like fine snow beads.

The moonlight is like frost, so the frost cannot be observed. The white sand and moonlight on the mainland blend together and can't be seen clearly.

The river and the sky are the same color, without any tiny dust, only a solitary moon hangs high in the sky.

Who first saw the moon by the river, and when did the moon on the river shine on people for the first time?

Endless, endless, only the moon on the river, year after year, always similar.

I don't know who the moon on the river is waiting for, but the Yangtze River has been carrying flowing water.

The wanderer slowly left like white clouds, leaving only the homesick woman standing in the parting green maple.

Which vagrant is drifting on the boat tonight? Where is someone lovesick upstairs in the bright moon?

The moonlight that keeps moving upstairs should shine on the dressing table of people who leave.

The moonlight shines into the curtain of Sifu, but it won't open. It shines on her anvil and cannot be brushed away.

At this time, I look at the moon but I can't hear each other's voice. I hope to shine on you with moonlight.

Hongyan keeps flying, but it can't fly out of the boundless moonlight; The moon shines on the river, and ichthyosaurs jump in the water, causing ripples.

Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the idle pool, but unfortunately I didn't return in half spring.

The river will run out with the spring, and the moon on the pool will set in the west.

The slanting moon slowly sinks and hides in the sea fog, and the distance between Jieshi and Xiaoxiang is infinitely far away.

I don't know how many people can go home by moonlight, but the setting sun is swaying and spreading all over the Woods by the river.

5, "Ying Huan", Tang, Li Yu

Going to the west wing alone has nothing to say, and the moon is like a hook.

Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.

If you keep cutting, you will still be confused, and that is to leave your sadness.

Don't have a taste in my heart.

Vernacular translation

Silent and lonely, I slowly boarded the empty west building alone.

Looking up at the sky, there is only one bend in Leng Yue.

Looking down, I saw the lonely plane tree in the yard, and the deep courtyard was shrouded in cold and desolate autumn colors.

It's the pain of national subjugation, and it's been cut all the time.

That long sadness is entangled in my heart, but it is another kind of unspeakable pain.