1. Four Poems by drinking Alone with the Moon
Tang Dynasty: 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.
as long as I knew, we were boon companions., 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 have to form a wine companion with them for the time being. If you want to have fun, you must seize the beautiful spring scenery. 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.
2. Xijiang Moon: A Big Dream of the World
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
The world was a big dream, and his life was cool for several times in autumn. At night, the wind leaves have sounded in the gallery. Look at the eyebrows and temples.
a cheap wine often worries about fewer guests, and the moon is often hindered by clouds. Who is alone with * * * in the Mid-Autumn Festival? Look sadly at the north.
Everything in the world seems like a big dream. How many cool autumn has life experienced? At night, the sound of the wind blowing leaves resounds through the cloister. Look at yourself, and there are a few more silver wires on your brow. Wine is not good wine, but it worries about the guests. Although the moon is bright, it is always covered by clouds. On this Mid-Autumn Night, who can enjoy this wonderful moonlight with me? I can only pick up my glass and look sadly at the north.
3, "Drinking Four"
Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming
Autumn chrysanthemum has a good color, but it shows its beauty.
it's far from me to forget the worries.
although one cup is alone, the cup is exhausted and the pot pours itself.
when the sun enters the group, the birds return to the forest to sing.
under the east porch, we can talk about this life again.
The autumn chrysanthemums are full of flowers and bright colors, containing dew, moisture and flowers. Chrysanthemum soaked in wine tastes more beautiful, and the feeling of avoiding customs is deeper. Drink up the wine in the cup with a wave of his hand, and then hold the hip flask and pour it into the cup. All beings stop at sunset, and the returning birds sing happily to the forest. Let's indulge in singing and enjoy this life.
4. Ascending the Mountain
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
in a sharp gale from the wide sky apes are whimpering, birds are flying homeward over the clear lake and white sand.
leaves are dropping down like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river always rolling on.
I have come three thousand miles away. Sad now with autumn, and with my hundred years of woe, I climb this height alone.
ill fortune has laid a bitter frost on my temples, heart-ache and weariness are a thick dust in my wine.
It is very sad for apes to crow in a windy day, and there are birds hovering on the river with clear water and white sand. Endless trees are rustling with fallen leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling in and rushing. Sad to autumn scenery, I feel that Wan Li has been wandering all the year round, and he is sick all his life, and today he is alone on the high platform. After all the hardships, the white hair was covered with temples, and the cup of sorrow was suspended.
5.
Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan
Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke and green waves.
the mountain reflects the water in the setting sun, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
homesick, thinking about traveling. Every night unless, sweet dreams leave people to sleep.
the bright moon building rests on its own, and the wine turns into homesickness and tears.
The blue sky with blue clouds and the earth with yellow leaves. The autumn scenery is reflected in the blue waves on the river, and the water waves are covered with cold smoke and green. The distant mountains are bathed in sunset, and the sky connects the rivers. The grass on the shore seems to be ruthless, and it is outside the west oblique sun.
it's sad to miss my hometown silently, and it's hard to get rid of my lingering worries. Unless you dream well every night, you can get a moment of comfort. When the bright moon shines on high buildings, don't lean alone. Pick up the wine to wash your sorrow, but it all turns into acacia tears.