Angry hair rushing to the crown, leaning on the fence and drizzling.
Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce.
Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.
Don't be idle, white and sad!
Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will courtiers hate it?
Driving a long car, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain.
Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty.
Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky!
Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon Walking the Yellow Sand Road
Xijiang Moon Night Tour Huangsha Road Middle Section
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.
There is also Su Shi's "Water Tune Song Tou"
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance.
I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time.
I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade.
Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.
The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone?
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.
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
Fan Zhongyan's Su Lian covers the sky with yellow leaves and autumn colors, and the waves are covered with cold smoke. The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
Dark homesickness, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep. The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.
Li Qingzhao's Dream.
Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine. Asked the shutter man, but said: Haitang is still there. You know what? You know what? It should be green, fat and thin!
I like her poems very much, which are graceful and restrained with heroism. But she was born at a bad time, so she could only drown her sorrows by drinking and express her depression after living in Jiangnan!