Su Shi’s poem about missing friends through the moon

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On the night of August 15th, the moonlight is beautiful everywhere.

I don’t choose between thatched eaves and market buildings, and I am an official residence. It looks like Pengdao.

The fields in front of Fengxi Hall are fragrant, and the autumn lotuses are old by the Jiantan Bridge.

The eighteen tides in August are unparalleled in the world.

The Kunpeng water strikes three thousand miles away, and the team trains the leader to drive away a hundred thousand men.

The red flags and green caps are extinguishing each other, and the black sand and white waves are swallowing each other up.

It is difficult to meet in life in ancient times. This scene is here. Do those two things.

I hope you will add candles when you hear this, and the white robe outside the door will look like a standing swan

Nian Nujiao·Mid-Autumn Festival

Dynasty: Song Dynasty

Author: Su Shi

Original text:

Looking far into the distance from a height, you can see that there are thousands of miles in the sky, and there are no traces of clouds. The osmanthus flies to the place where the light shines, and the autumn green is soaked in the cold for a day. Yuyu Qionglou, riding a luan to and fro, people are in Qingliang country. The mountains and rivers are picturesque, and the smoke and trees are visible in the distance.

I was drunk, clapped my hands and sang wildly, raised my glass to the moon, and became three guests in the shadows. Dancing and wandering under the wind and dew, I don’t know what night it is. He wanted to ride on the wind, but he turned over and returned. There was no use riding on the wings of a roc. In the Crystal Palace, a flute broke.