1. looking at the moon and thinking of one far away Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling
Original:
the moon, grown full now over the sea, Tianya * * * At this time.
brings to separated hearts, the long thoughtfulness of night.
A bright moon rises in the boundless sea, and at this time, you and I are facing each other at the end of the world. All sentient beings hate the long moonlit night and miss their loved ones all night.
2. Four Poems by drinking Alone with the Moon (Part I) Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Original:
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.
Put a pot of fine wine among the flowers, and pour it yourself, without friends or relatives. Raise a glass to invite the bright moon to become three people in front of the figure. Mingyue certainly won't drink, and her figure just follows me. I had to form a wine companion with them for the time being, and I must seize the beautiful spring scenery if I want to have fun.
I sing and the moon lingers, and my dancing figure is messy. When you wake up, you are happy together, and when you are drunk, you are separated. I would like to make a friendship with them forever and forget the injury, and meet at the edge of the misty galaxy.
3. Moonlit Night in Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Original:
far off in Fuzhou she is watching the moonlight, watching it alone from the window of her chamber.
for our boy and girl, poor little babes, are too young to know where the Capital is.
her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, her jade-white shoulder is cold in the moon.
when shall we lie again on our screen, watching this bright light with no more tears?.
Tonight, the moon in Zhangzhou must be equally clear and round. If you miss your wife, you can only watch it alone. Poor young children, how can you understand the sadness of missing?
misty, perhaps wet his wife's sideburns; Cold moonlight, it should be reflected cold wife's jade arm. When can we meet again, and enjoy the bright moon by leaning on the thin curtain. At that time, the moonlight must still be there, so let the moonlight silently dry our tears.
4. "Moonlit Night on a Spring River" Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ruoxu
Original:
The curtain of Yuhu could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.
at this time, I don't know each other, and I hope that China will shine on you every month.
Translation: The moonlight shines on Sifu's door curtain, which can't be rolled away, and it can't be brushed off when it shines on her anvil. At this time, I looked at the moon but I couldn't hear from each other. I hope to shine on you with the moonlight.
5, "Frost Moon" Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
Original text:
When I first heard that there was no cicada, a hundred feet of high water reached the sky.
Su E, a young woman, is cold-tolerant, and she fights in the frost in the middle of the month.
As soon as I heard the chirping of wild geese traveling to the south, the cicada's chirping had disappeared. I climbed a hundred feet tall building and looked as far as I could, and the water and the sky were connected. The frost goddess Qingnv and Chang 'e in the middle of the month are not afraid of the cold, and they compete for beauty in the cold and frost in the cold month, and compare their beautiful looks. 2. modern poems about missing beautiful women
take home an armful, for my sake, as a symbol of our love.
-Tang Wangwei misses when those red berries come in springtime, flushing on your southland branches? Hope miss the person to collect more, Xiao Xiao red bean caused people. Heaven and earth are United, but dare to be separated from you! -Han Han Yuefu is evil and evil! I want to know you and live a long life.
The mountains have no tombs, the rivers are exhausted, the thunder and the earthquake in winter, the rain and the snow in summer, and the heaven and the earth are in harmony, so I dare to abandon you! Come here again today, the girl does not know where to go, only the peach blossom is still, smile in full bloom in the spring breeze. -Tang Cui Hu titled Nanzhuang, the capital city last year. Today, in this door, peach blossoms set each other off.
I don't know where people are going, but peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny and sunny.
-Tang Liu Yuxi's Zhuzhi Ci (3) Yangliuqing River is at the same level, and I can hear the singing on Langjiang River. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny and sunny.
once, the sea was difficult for water, forever amber. -Tang Yuan-zhen's departure from thinking that it was once difficult for the sea to touch water, forever amber.
Take a lazy look back at the flowers, and you are half-qualified to cultivate and half-qualified. The desk candle sets the heart, it also eee parting; You see, it sheds tears for us to flow into the morning.
-Tang Du Mu gave farewell (two songs) to more than thirteen pieces of cardamom, and the cardamom was crowned in early February. The spring breeze is ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and you never know when you roll up the bead curtain.
affectionate but always heartless, you can't laugh only when you are respectful. The desk candle sets the heart, it also eee parting; You see, it sheds tears for us to flow into the morning.
time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone. -Tang Li Shangyin Untitled time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone.
and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away. Mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song.
There are no multiple routes from Pengshan to oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!. There is no Cai feng wings on the body, can not be fly wing to wing qi Fei; Heart is like consonance, emotion is interlinked.
-Tang Li Shangyin untitled the stars of last night and the wind of last night, are west of the Painted Chamber and east of Cinnamon Hall. There is no Cai feng wings on the body, can not be fly wing to wing qi Fei; Heart is like consonance, emotion is interlinked.
across the spring-wine, while it warms me, I prompt you how to bet, where, group by group, we are throwing dice in the light of a crimson lamp. Alas, hear five more drums should go to morning roll call; Ride the horse to LANTAI, like the wind in the wind.
and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew! -Tang Li Shangyin, Jin Se, I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings, each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth. The sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies, the spring-heart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo.
mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun. And a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew! When * * * cut the candle at the west window and said evening rain.
-Tang Li Shangyin, note on a rainy night to a friend in the north Jun asked that the return date was not fixed, and evening rain rose to the autumn pool. When * * * cut the candle at the west window and said evening rain.
when flowers bloom, they must be folded straight, so don't wait until there are no flowers. -Tang Du Qiuniang's golden gowns advise you not to cherish the golden gowns, and advise you to cherish your youth.
when flowers bloom, they must be folded straight, so don't wait until there are no flowers. Wine into sorrow, into acacia tears.
-Fan Zhongyan in the Northern Song Dynasty covered the blue sky and the yellow leaves. Autumn is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky.
the mountains meet the water in the setting sun. The grass is ruthless, and it is even more outside the setting sun.
homesick, thinking about traveling. Sleep every night unless you have a good dream.
the high-rise building in the bright moon should rest alone. Wine into sorrow, into acacia tears.
if a relationship lasts for a long time, it's not the same day and night. -in the northern song dynasty, the fairy clouds in Qin Guan's magpie bridge are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver and the Han are all dark.
when the golden wind and the jade dew meet, they win over countless people. Common v acacia, tender feelings water, a brief encounter like a dream, when they can not bear to see the bridge road.
if a relationship lasts for a long time, will it last forever? Affectionate since ancient times, where do you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon. -in the northern song dynasty, Liu Yong's rain bell was chilling and sorrowful, and the pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.
Everyone has no mood to drink, and nostalgia and blue boat urge him to send it. Holding hands and staring at tears, there is no rain to choke.
when I miss it, it's a thousand miles away, and the dusk is heavy. Affectionate since ancient times, it hurts to leave, and it is even more comparable to the cold autumn festival! Who knows where I am when I sober tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon.
this past year should be a good time and a good scene. There are thousands of customs, and who to talk to.
There's nothing to do. It's like I've met Yan's return-a new song, Huanxisha, Yan Shu in the Northern Song Dynasty, and a glass of wine. Last year, the weather was old, and when will the sun set? There is no choice but to let the flowers fall, as if I had met Yan's return, and the small garden incense trail wandered alone. I don't regret the gradual widening of my belt, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
-Liu Yong, in the Northern Song Dynasty, is in love with flowers, leaning against a dangerous building. The wind is thin, and he looks very sad in spring, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke, who will rely on silence? It is planned to get drunk on the map of madness, and to be a song for wine, and to be strong and tasteless.
I don't regret the widening of my belt, which makes people haggard for Iraq. The west wind withered the green trees last night.
climb a tall building alone, and see the whole world. -In the Northern Song Dynasty, Yan Shu was in love with flowers, and the chrysanthemum was sad and the smoke was blue.
the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave and hate bitterness, and the oblique light goes through Zhuhu.
the west wind withered the green trees last night. Alone in a tall building, you can see the end of the world.
I'd like to send colorful stationery and ruler. The mountains are long and the waters are vast! How deep is the courtyard? Tears in my eyes ask the flowers for silence-how deep is the courtyard of Song Ouyang Xiu's butterfly love flowers? The willows pile up smoke, and the curtain has no weight.
Yule Carved Saddle swims and smelt, and Zhangtai Road can't be seen at the height of the building. The rain and the wind are crazy in March, and the door is closed at dusk, so there is no plan to stay in spring.
I asked the flowers with tears in my eyes and flew over the swing. Ten years of life and death! Never think, never forget.
-Su Shi Jiangchengzi lived and died for ten years in the Northern Song Dynasty! Never think, never forget. Thousands of miles away in a lonely grave, there is nowhere to talk about desolation.
even if we meet, we should not know, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are frosty. Night comes and dreams suddenly return home.
Xiao Xuan window, dressing. Nothing to say, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that there will be a heartbroken place every year, a moonlit night and a short pine hill. The moon rose above the willow tree, At dusk he had a tryst with me.
-Northern Song Dynasty Ouyang Xiu gave birth to Chazi. Last January night, the flower market was lit like a day. The moon rose above the willow tree, At dusk he had a tryst with me.
On January night this year, the moon and lights remained the same. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve.
There are plenty of fragrant grass in the end of the world, but they are passionately annoyed-Su Shi's butterfly flowers fade away in the Northern Song Dynasty, and the red and green apricots are small. When swallows fly, people walk around in the green water. There are few willows blowing on the branches, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the end of the world! Swing in the wall outside the road, layman in the wall, beautiful woman in the wall laughing.
Laughter fades into silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed. A yard full of flower curtains is not rolled, and heartbroken grass is far away.
-Song Zhu Shuzhen paid a visit to the Golden Gate (it's already half spring), which shows that this situation is infinite. Twelve railings are idle, and worry about the future.
it's good that the weather is warm and sunny, losing to Yingying Yanyan. A yard full of flower curtains is not rolled, and heartbroken grass is far away.
suddenly looking back, the man was there, the lights were dim. -Xin Qiji's Jade Case in the Southern Song Dynasty (Yuanxi) Thousands of trees are blooming in the easterly night, and the stars are raining down.
BMW carved cars filled the road with incense, the phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot flashed, and the fish and dragons danced all night. Moth, snow, willow, golden thread, laughter and fragrance go away.
the crowd looked for her for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looking back, the man was there, with the lights dim. Mo Tao is not ecstasy, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
-In the Southern Song Dynasty, Li Qingzhao was drunk with flowers, and the mist was thick, and the clouds were sad forever, which revived the brain and eliminated the golden beast. In the double ninth festival, lying in the pillow, in the middle of the night, the cold of the body has just been soaked.
after dusk, Dongli Bar has dark fragrance and full sleeves. Mo Tao is not ecstasy, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
this time, how. 3. the sad poem of missing the beautiful woman
1. The plane tree, the rain in the middle of the night, is suffering without leaving love. A leaf, a sound, empty steps drop to the light. -from the Tang dynasty Wen tingyun's
vernacular translation: the buttonwood tree outside the window is drenched in the cold rain of the third night, regardless of the fact that she is sad for parting in the room. Drop by drop, the raindrops are pounding on the leaves of the phoenix tree, dripping on the deserted stone steps until dawn.
2, the moon, grown full now over the sea, Tianya * * * at this time. The people of love all hate the long night, sleepless nights and bring their loved ones to remembrance. Put out the candle to love this room full of moonlight, I wear clothes wandering deeply night dew cold. You can not hold the beautiful moonlight to you, only hope to meet you in dreamland. -from the Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling's looking at the moon and thinking of one far away
Interpretation in vernacular Chinese: A bright moon rises on the vast sea, and at this time you and I are facing each other at the end of the world. All sentient beings hate the long moonlit night and miss their loved ones all night. Put out the candles and cherish the moonlight in the room. I wander around in my clothes and feel the cold at night. I can't give you the beautiful moonlight, I just hope to meet you in my sleep.
3. Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone, looking at the end of the world. If you want to send colorful stationery and ruler, where do you know? -from the Song Dynasty: Yan Shu's "Butterfly Lovers, Threshold Chrysanthemum, Sorrow for Smoke and Blue Tears"
Interpretation in vernacular Chinese: Last night, the west wind was fierce and withered the green trees. I climbed the tall building alone and looked at the road that disappeared in the end of the world. I want to send a letter to my sweetheart. But the mountains are endless, the clear water is endless, and I don't know where my sweetheart is.
4. When will lovesickness meet? Friends looking forward to meet, but do not know where, this time, such night, acacia dream difficult. When you enter my lovesick door, you know that I am lovesick and bitter, and that I am lovesick and look back, and that I am lovesick and infinite. If I had known this, I would have never known each other. -from the Tang dynasty: Li Bai's "357 words/autumn wind lyrics"
Interpretation in vernacular Chinese: I am looking forward to meeting each other again, but I don't know when, at this time, and on such a night, I can't dream of lovesickness. Walking into the door of lovesickness, I know the pain of lovesickness, the eternal memory of lovesickness, but the short-lived lovesickness is endless. If I had known that lovesickness is so entangled in my heart, I would not have known each other at the beginning.
5, when a little residual red is about to run out. The screen is full of cool autumn air. It's raining in the middle of the night on the plane leaves, and the sound of the leaves is parting. Adjust the treasure, dial the gold. At that time, they sang partridge words together. Nowadays, it's windy and rainy, and I cry when I don't hear the song clearly. -
written by Zhou Zizhi in Song Dynasty, "When a little residual red is about to run out": I keep a residual lamp alone, and the lamp is about to burn out. It's cold at first, the autumn air fills the curtain and the silver screen, and the rain drops on the phoenix tree at night, and every leaf and sound is a sad sound of parting.
At that time, she and I teased Baose, stirred the warm fragrance of submerged water in the furnace, and sang "The Word of the Partridge" together. How happy we were. Now, lonely in this west building, in this stormy night, it's hard to stop crying if you don't hear the song clearly. 4. I can't sleep at night and miss the beautiful poem
Butterfly Love Flowers Spring Scenery
(Song) Su Shi
The flowers fade and the red and green apricots are small. When swallows fly, green water people go around. There is little willow cotton blowing on the branches. There are plenty of fish in the sea!
the swing in the wall is outside the wall. A layman in the wall, a beautiful woman in the wall laughs. Laughter fades away and the sound fades away. Affectionate but mercilessly annoyed.
sauvignon blanc
Tang Bai Juyi
Bianshui River, Sishui River, flows to Guazhou Gudutou. Wu Shan is a little sad.
I think for a long time and hate for a long time, and I hate it until I return. Yueming people lean on the building.
Yu Meiren Shu Lou
(Song) Jie Jiang
filar silk willow silk rain. Spring is at the place of Meng. The building is too small to hide sorrow. Go with Yunfei several times and find your way home.
Heaven is merciful to Kezi Township, Guanyuan. Borrow flowers for recreation. Begonia is red and nearly green. It's cold to roll the bamboo curtain. 5. Poems about the Moon Missing Beauty
drinking Alone with the Moon
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, carpe diem and spring.
I wander about singing and dancing, and my shadow is messy.
When I wake up, I have sex with each other, and when I get drunk, I disperse. I watch the long road of the River of Stars.
looking at the moon and thinking of one far away
Zhang Jiuling
the moon, grown full now over the sea,
Tianya * * * At this time.
brings to separated hearts,
the long thoughtfulness of night.
it is no darker though I blow out my candle,
it is no warmer though I put on my coat.
I can't bear to give it by hand,
I still sleep in my dream.
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sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.
(Li Bai: Thoughts on a Quiet Night) 6. Poems by a beautiful woman, Acacia
Nineteen Ancient Poems, Picking Hibiscus on the River
Picking Hibiscus on the River, Lanze is full of fragrant grass.
what you want to leave behind is far away.
I still look at my old hometown, and the road is vast.
if you leave home with one heart, you will die of sorrow.