2. The night is not long in this life, so I will see the bright moon next year. Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Moon
The clearer the moonlight in front of the hall, the colder the throat, and the grass is exposed. Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Moon and Ziyou
4. Du Nan is ashamed and poor, and several people have poems about the moon. Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Moon and Ziyou
5. The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate. Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Moon
6. Ten rounds of frost shadows turn to court, and tonight is a lonely corner. Yan Shu's Mid-Autumn Moon
7. Going with the tide for thousands of miles, there is no moon by the river. Zhang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River"
8. Who first saw the moon by the river? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Zhang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River"
9. The poor are upstairs and wandering on the moon, so they should take their eyes off people and mend the mirror table. Zhang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River"
10. A deep sleep does not consume alcohol. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Li Qingzhao's Dream.
2. Poems about the lotus and the moon, the moon in the poem
1. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosted already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. (Li Bai: Silent Night Thinking) 2. How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! . Meng Haoran: Sleeping on Jiande River) 3. Moonlight shines in the pine forest, and stones flow upward in the clear spring. (Wang Wei: Living in the mountains in autumn) 4. On the moon, geese fly high and hide at night. Bring me my shadow and let's be three people. (Li Bai: Drinking the Bright Moon Alone) 6. I haven't known the moon since I was a child. I call it Bai Panyu. (Li Bai: "Exploring the Moon with Ancient Waves") 7. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. (Wang Wei: Bamboo House) 8. Birds are startled in the mountains in the moon and singing in the spring stream. (Wang Wei: Birds in the Stream) 9. People are sad.
Describe the lotus
1. Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, with lotus leaves. Fish play between lotus leaves, fish play with lotus leaves in the east, fish play with lotus leaves in the west, fish play with lotus leaves in the south and fish play with lotus leaves in the north. 2. The word "wild goose" returns, and the moon is full of the West Building. These flowers floated out of the water. One kind of acacia, two places of leisure. Nothing can eliminate this feeling, but my eyebrows are lowered and my heart is lifted. 5. Lotus is clear. Shi Tao's lotus leaf is five inches long, and the wave sticker does not hinder the painting boat from shaking; In April and May, it can also cover the waist of beautiful women.
The poem of the moon flower, today is not ancient, today is ancient. -Li Bai's "Ask asking for the moon for Wine, Old Friend Jia Chunling"
Spring night is worth a thousand dollars, and the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy. -Su Shi's Spring Night, Spring Night is worth a thousand dollars in a flash.
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. -Zhang Jiuling's "Full Moon Philip Burkart"
The bright moonlight on the 24 th Bridge is a clear night. Where do you teach blowjobs? -Du Mu's "Sue Yangzhou Magistrate Han Chuo"
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! -Du Fu's Moonlight Remembering My Brother
The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk. -Ouyang Xiu's Life Inspector Yuan Xi
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
In the evening, the sun sets in the west, the flowers are covered with smoke, and the moonlight is like practice. I miss my lover all night. -Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc II"
It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to blow it into the north wind. -Zheng Sixiao's "Painting Chrysanthemums"
You have beautiful orchids, beautiful chrysanthemums and beautiful women. You can't forget it. -Liu Che's Autumn Wind
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. -Tao Yuanming's fifth day of drinking.
Waiting for the autumn of the eighth day of the ninth lunar month —— Huang Chao's The Last Happiness.
If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua. -Huang Chao's "Chrysanthemum"
Dark purple, bright yellow. -Li Shangyin's Chrysanthemum
It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless. -Yuan Zhen's Chrysanthemum
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. -Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flower Shade, Mist, Thick Clouds, Song of Eternal Sorrow"
4. What are the bright moons about Moon and Flowers? People are easy to disperse when they are low, and it is more important to see them when they come back.
Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Moon Tour is not a good night in his life. Where to see the bright moon next year? Su Shi's moonlight was clearer before the mid-autumn moon, and his throat was cold and grass was exposed.
Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Festival Moon-Watching Ziyou in Du Nan was ashamed and poor, and several people wrote poems about moon-watching. Su Shi's "Mid-Autumn Moon Tour" is full of cold clouds, and Yin Han silently turns to the jade plate.
Su Shi's "Mid-Autumn Festival Full Moon" is a lonely corner after ten rounds of frost shadows. In Yan Shu, the mid-autumn moon travels thousands of miles with the waves, and there is no moon by the river.
Who first saw the moon by the river in Zhang's "Moonlit Night on a Spring River"? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Zhang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River" took a picture on the balcony, and the bright moon was in the sky, leaving people to make up the mirror. Zhang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River" can't sleep without drinking.
Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Li Qingzhao's dream.
5. Moon Lotus Poems and White Lotus Poems (2) Tang Pi Rixiu
From now on, I have no intention of loving red.
If you fold it, just think of Joan as a guest and plant it in the jade pond.
The dripping water is suspicious of the sun, and the wind is turbid and the snow is fragrant.
The number of people under the stage of the prince of Wu is far as stone's plain makeup.
Li Antang Tang Yanqian
Lian Xin ying duo pu, all the way to the east of green pond.
Still shadows shake the moon, while Leng Xiang reflects the water and wind.
Gold powder drops, jade dew washes away residual red.
Looking at Yu Fangshao, no one asked.
Novelty of the Lotus Song of Bu Operator
Powder clothes are beautiful, and green covers are low in wind and rain.
June is cool and sunny.
Lotus root is long, but lotus root is bitter in flowers.
Just for the sake of romance, there are many worries and it is better.
Nanxiangzi Li Xuan
Cross the lotus pond by float boat.
Acura woke the sleeping mandarin duck.
The girl swims with flowers and laughs.
Trying to be slim, I actually broke up to cover the photos at night.
Gao he Tang yuan Zhen
There are more than 100 species of lotus root, and there are only 4 leaves in gaolian.
Yun Lan fan flash, reunion sapphire stack.
The pavilion is pleasing, but it is hard to hide its pride.
Grow up without learning water.
Lotus pond Li shangyin
They are colorless and compatible, but they are not fragrant.
Yao's seats were all set for the cool, but Jin was too late.
Turn the light back and cross the socks with the water.
Looking forward to saying goodbye to the autumn before, leaving home to sing a song.
Zui Taoyuan Furong Wu Song Wenying
Youth floret is different. Sorrow followed.
Bright makeup is best for water. Wind blows embroidery.
Ask a long eyebrow in surprise. The moon and fairy tale dreams are back.
People who lean on the fence feel fat in autumn. I don't know if the flowers are sad.
Five methods of Heqing Nalan Xingde
Fish play with leaves and fields, and fly to sing lotus picking.
White cut jade petals, red headland rosy clouds.
Shower is graceful, step by step.
Beauty is compassionate and often embroiders letters on the pillow.
Qiu Lianyuan and Liu Yin
The thin shadow is slim and graceful, with a faint fragrance.
It is unbearable to reduce red sales, and Jiang Qingyue is even colder.
I want to have a green house all night, but I'm afraid that the Millennium will be autumn.
Aging eyes are still there, don't let the boat empty.
Bu operator Yong Lian Wu Qingan
Who planted Bai Lianhua? Autumn comes to the place where flowers bloom.
Tao Lingteng is drunk. Incense filled Lushan Road.
Don't laugh at mud. The heart is still so pure.
A glass photo studio is empty. Living in a normal wave.
Yong Lian Tongxin Zhao Ming Prince
You can see the whole picture at the lotus picking place in the south of the Yangtze River.
The situation is like even the branches of trees are bright purple stems.
It's the same as super grass roots, and the two are different.
It's sad to use this instead of day lily.
Tang Hanyu was planted by Cao Changpeng, the seventh brother of Fengheqian.
Crossing the Jiangpu River, this life is here.
When the leaves grow, the roots will also migrate.
There are two fresh cuisines, and the wind and waves rub against each other.
But according to the master's knowledge, who said the basin was an angel?
Tit Bailiantang Bai Juyi
The vegetarian house contains fresh jade crowns with round leaves.
This is the lotus root supplied by Wuzhou, and now it is a parasitic lotus in Yishui.
It's been 67 years since I moved my roots here three thousand miles ago.
Not only the flowers in the pool are old, but also the flowers in the old boat are old.
Xiao Ting's poems on water.
There was a flood, and then there was a pond.
There are eight or nine green leaves and four or five round lotus leaves.
Shake the incense and look forward to your ambition.
Hibiscus can be used in the line, and the cloud is involved in the Yangtze River.
Nan Xuan pen-making Zhongtailian Zhong Yi Song Chimei Yao Chen
Red clouds give birth to green houses, and the morning glow turns red.
White jade is not satisfied with the mud, and the feather cover is wrapped in beautiful eyes.
Turbid water throws stones at frogs and turtles, and the pool is like a bucket.
Pinggenke can rest assured that the lotus slug will come out of the water next year.
Sima Guang of Lian Fang Song Dynasty
Lotus houses are ripe before and after, and the supply of goods does not have to be the same.
The tender mountain bee has deep sides and hooves.
Or poor food. Dark green and low lotus.
Crispy beauty is like new harvest, and the roots are still muddy.
6. What are the poems about the lotus and the moon? I woke up easily in this spring morning, and birds were singing everywhere.
Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me? This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die.
Summer: the next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely bright, and the lotus flowers reflect different colors in the sun. The cicadas in the west sing, and the visitors in the south miss their lives.
I can't stand the shadow on my temple to break the heart of a white-haired prisoner. Tree-lined, long summer, balcony reflection into the pond.
The Su Shunqin clause is a deep and clear summer, where pomegranate blooms. There are no catkins in the wind, only sunflowers open to the sun.
In autumn, Tianxiang should be in Chang 'an, and the city is full of golden flowers. Autumn wind and autumn rain make people sad.
Leave the residual lotus to listen to the rain. I say autumn is better than spring.
The wind is crimson, the green leaves are shady, the branches are full in winter, there are no birds in the mountains, and there are no footprints in the thousand paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives. Golden retriever with Qian Qiu riding a roll of Hiraoka.
There is a pile of snow under the pear flower. Next year, who will lean on the fence to dry the autumn moon and cushion the clouds, and the winter ridge will show the cold pine lotus: Xiao He has just exposed its sharp corner, and dragonflies have long stood on it. Lotus born in spring hates life, while lotus born in autumn hates life.
Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, so there is no lotus leaf. The girl who picked the lotus put the girl who picked the lotus into the lotus leaf, as if the color was the same, and the girl's face was hidden in the blooming lotus, which reflected each other.
The lotus leaf is five inches long and delicate, and the sticky waves do not hinder the painting boat from rocking. Moon: Dewdrops are like pearls, and the moon is like a bow.
The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk. The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.
People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. The desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook.
A plum blossom in the Northern Song Dynasty. Li Qingzhao's red lotus root fragrance, jade Qing and Yu Qiuyu, so she untied Luo Shang and went to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. Meng De, Xian Ye, Linjiang, didn't see the jumping fish and twisting the harbor, but deliberately passed by the lake.
Whispering winds and chaotic Yu He. Wei Yun blew away and the moon fell.
I haven't finished drinking a glass of white wine, but I'm staggered when I come back. Huanxisha Zhangyuangan Mountain surrounds Pinghu and shakes the city. The reflection of the lake permeates the green hills, and the crystal building wants to watch the night.
When the fog and willow are dark, the clouds are overcast and the moon is full, and the dew is turned over by fireflies, and it is rustling until morning. Lady Wei, the Bodhisattva, leans against the stream in the Red Chamber, and the stream in front of the building is cold and jade.
Mulan boat rippled, with people and teenagers on board. Lotus is charming and wants to say, laughing into the mandarin duck spectrum.
On the waves, smoke is low, and on the song month, diamonds return. Nan Kezi's wonderful poems of Tang and Song Dynasties are ten miles away, on the sand of Chaoping Road.
Several times, birds complained that the years were another bleak time of the end of the world! The Millennium gathers the waning moon, and the breeze scatters the clouds. Green Di Yang asked Lotus: Remember the family that sold wine in those days? Man Fang Ting Huang Tingjian water is thick and clear, the new article is light green, and the green light reflects the virtual pavilion.
Golden flower frost heron, lotus path picks up duckweed. Du Xiangzhu's trunk was bent, thin and sparse by red makeup.
The night wind is clear, the pond is full, and the water is clear and the stars are moving. I can hear that after a light rain, she bloomed, so she moved to the Hu bed and became a square screen.
The practice scale is full of clouds, the sound is constant, and the eaves ring wind chimes. The banquet was reopened, and the Yaochi was full of snow and green.
The moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite. Jumping fish in a curved harbor, lotus dew in a round place, but not alone.
Like three drums, one leaf is loud, and the dark dream cloud is broken. The night is boundless, and I can't find a place. I feel that I have traveled all over the small garden.
Tired of tourists from the ends of the earth, I returned to my home in the mountains and looked at my hometown. Swallow house is empty, where is beauty? Swallows are locked in the building.
Ancient and modern dreams, but there are old joys and new grievances. At different times, the night view of the Huang family is a sigh of Yu Hao.
Ruan Langgui, Su Dongpo in early summer, Qinghuai and Gaoliu swallowed new cicadas, and the wind first entered the string. Wash away the heavy smoke under the blue screen window, and the sound of chess during the day scares you to sleep.
After a light rain, the lotus turned over and the pomegranate blossomed. Jade basin hand tanchun, Zhu Qiong broken and round.
Yan, a health inspector, hated wading in the river and moved to Xitou. Wandering the Mulan boat, wandering the two-yuan shop.
Unreasonable frivolous clouds, dark for the base fiber rain. Green sleeves are too cold to talk to Lotus.
It's raining in the light thunder pool outside Ouyang Xiu willow in Linjiang County, and the sound of rain drops the sound of broken lotus flowers. Soon the rain stopped and the broken rainbow appeared in the west corner of the building.
We leaned against the railing until the moon rose in the east. Swallow flies back to the door, peeping at Hua Liang and asking. I took the curtain off the jade hook.
The bed on the bed is flat, like a cool water wave, but there is no ripple. Watery pillow, there is a hairpin on the shore.
This is for Baidu. Ask Du Niang if you have any questions.
7. Poems about the Moon and Chrysanthemum Moon
Now people are not seen in Gu Yue, but in this month they took the ancients. -Li Bai's "Ask asking for the moon for Wine, Old Friend Jia Chunling"
Spring night is worth a thousand dollars, and the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy. -Su Shi's Spring Night, Spring Night is worth a thousand dollars in a flash.
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. -Zhang Jiuling's "Full Moon Philip Burkart"
The bright moonlight on the 24 th Bridge is a clear night. Where do you teach blowjobs? -Du Mu's "Sue Yangzhou Magistrate Han Chuo"
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! -Du Fu's Moonlight Remembering My Brother
The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk. -Ouyang Xiu's Life Inspector Yuan Xi
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"
In the evening, the sun sets in the west, the flowers are covered with smoke, and the moonlight is like practice. I miss my lover all night. -Li Bai's "Sauvignon Blanc II"
chrysanthemum
It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to blow it into the north wind. -Zheng Sixiao's "Painting Chrysanthemums"
You have beautiful orchids, beautiful chrysanthemums and beautiful women. You can't forget it. -Liu Che's Autumn Wind
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. -Tao Yuanming's fifth day of drinking.
Waiting for the autumn of the eighth day of the ninth lunar month —— Huang Chao's The Last Happiness.
If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua. -Huang Chao's "Chrysanthemum"
Dark purple, bright yellow. -Li Shangyin's Chrysanthemum
It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless. -Yuan Zhen's Chrysanthemum
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. -Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flower Shade, Mist, Thick Clouds, Song of Eternal Sorrow"
8. If you spend the moon, it should be words, not words. Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Festival See the Moon: The moon is not high in the mountains, but red in thousands of feet.
A cup of silver is not full, and the clouds are scattered. Those who wash God's eyes should welcome the water from Fermin River.
Then I will be indifferent to people in the world, just like I am sorry for Zhan Ran. Mars in the southwest is like a projectile. Its horns and tail are bright and pale.
Not tonight, but even fireflies are fighting for the cold. Who was rowing yesterday? This is a thousand days and nights.
The twists and turns have no intention of chasing the waves, and they bow their heads to sacrifice with the song board. Will the waves and the wind return to the office before the green fluorescence disappears and turns to the mountains?
The bright moon is easy to fall and disperse, and it is even more important to see it when you come back. The clearer the moonlight in front of the hall, the better, and the grass dew in the cold throat.
Shutters push doors silently, while windows are silent and old. Du Nan is engaged in shame and poverty, and there are several people who write moon poems.
In the Ming dynasty, the personnel were in the same position as the morning glow, and suddenly I dreamed of Yao and Taiwan. Mid-autumn moon (Su Shi) twilight clouds are full of cold, and silver and Han silently turn to the jade plate.
If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year? In the Mid-Autumn Moon (Yan Shu), ten rounds of frost shadows turned to court, and today is a lonely corner.
Su E is not without disappointment and hatred. Su Shi's Xijiang Moon is in Huangzhou, and he swims in the water on a spring night.
Drinking in a restaurant, getting drunk. Take the moon to the stream bridge, untie the saddle and bend your arms, lie drunk and rest less.
I realized that. The mountains are crowded and the flowing water is bright, which makes people doubt that it is not human.
On the bridge pillar of the book. According to the wild shallow waves, the sky is faint.
I want to get drunk and sleep on the grass. It's a pity that a romantic wind didn't teach you to crush Qiong Yao.
Take off your saddle and rest at Qingyang Bridge, and there will be the sound of spring dawn in Du Yu. On the moonlit night by the river, Zhang, the spring tide is there, and the bright moon is born on the sea.
I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, and there is no moon 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 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 don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees. People who write flowers face peach blossoms. Tang Yin cut plum blossoms with moss and green branches. Du Yusheng, Du Yusheng is sad! Make love for a long time and then separate, Cai Feng flies alone and Cai Feng lives alone.
When is the lovesickness after parting? It's hard to know in the future? Will it be difficult in the future? Why do you have this feeling of lovesickness? A love story, a love poem. Rain hits pear blossoms and closes the door, leaving youth alone! Pleasure * * * Who said that? Flowers are charming, and the moon is charming.
Worried about gathering eyebrows to the end of the day, crying thousands, crying thousands; Xiao saw the sky and clouds at dusk and thought of you! Sitting quietly, thinking of you. Li Qingzhao is like a dream. It rained and blew suddenly last night, so you don't need residual wine for a deep sleep.
Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
Li Qingzhao has many things to do, and there is a pile of snow outside the curtain. I always remember that it was the spring season after the flowering of begonia.
The wine column sings jade and honors the sky, and the blue cylinder is dark and bright. The soul dream is unbearable and miserable. What's more, Li Qingzhao cries in the snow every year, often inserting plum blossoms, and the plum blossoms are unscrupulous, and tears are full of clothes! I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin.
Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous. Li Qingzhao's riverside fairy plum garden is deep, and the cloud window fog pavilion is in the Spring Festival Evening. Who is haggard and damaged?
Just dream at night. It should be Nanzhi. Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing.
Who knows that the fragrance is blown out and the warm wind comes late, so don't let the apricot flowers get fat. Li Qingzhao's "Partridge Sky" is dull, with a soft corpus luteum and a sparse and fragrant feeling.
Why light blue and deep red? It's a first-class flower Ding Mei is jealous, chrysanthemums should be ashamed, and the painting column opens in the Mid-Autumn Festival.
A poet can be heartless in thought, but he got nothing in those days.
9. There is a poem called "Flowers, Spring and Moon" 1, "Qingming"
Author Du Mu, Tang Dynasty,
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
Vernacular translation:
During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, the drizzle drifted one after another, and all the passengers on the road were down and out.
Where can local people buy wine to drown their sorrows? The shepherd boy just smiled and pointed to Xinghuashan Village.
2. "Hope of Spring"
Author Du Fu, Tang Dynasty,
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
Vernacular translation:
Chang' an fell and the country was broken, leaving only mountains and rivers; Spring has come, and Chang 'an, which is sparsely populated, has dense vegetation.
Sentimental state affairs, tears can't help splashing, birds are heart-pounding, which only increases sadness but not hatred.
The continuous war has continued until now, and there are few letters at home. A letter is worth tens of thousands of gold.
Worried, scratching my head, my white hair is getting shorter and shorter, and I can't insert it.
3. Yuanri
Author Wang Anshi, Song Dynasty
The roar of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine.
The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old.
Vernacular translation:
In the sound of firecrackers, the old year passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine.
The rising sun shines on thousands of families, who are busy taking off the old peach charms and replacing them with new ones.
4. "Business Department Operator Yongmei"
Author Mao Zedong Dynasty Modern
The spring departed in wind and rain; With flying snow it’s back again.
Although the icicles on the cliff are still hanging for miles. There is a sweet flower in it.
Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports it.
When the flowers bloom, she laughs in the bushes.
Vernacular translation:
The ups and downs sent away the spring, and the heavy snow ushered in the spring.
The cliff has been frozen, but the plum blossoms are still in full bloom.
Although plum blossom is beautiful, it does not compete with peaches and plums for beauty, but only reports the news of spring.
When the mountains and plains are full of flowers, she smiles in them
5, "Silent Night Thinking"
Author Li Bai, Tang Dynasty,
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 in front of the bed, 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.