How many ancient poems about the bright moon do you know? When I was young, "I didn't know the moon when I was young, and it was called a white jade plate"; when I became an adult, "people have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes"; when I was old, "Mountain at Four Geng spits out the moon, and the water shines brightly on the tower at night." Different Time, situation, and the emotions expressed by the poet through the moon are also different. Today I specially share with you fifty ancient poems about the bright moon. As the Mid-Autumn Festival approaches, let us read these beautiful ancient poems together and experience different lovesickness and melancholy.
"Moonlight Night on the Spring River"
Zhang Ruoxu of the Tang Dynasty
The tide of the Spring River reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide.
The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the spring river!
The river flows round and round the meadow, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like sleet;
The frost flies in the sky unknowingly, and the white sand on the terrace cannot be seen.
The river and the sky are completely dust-free, and there is only a solitary moon in the bright sky.
Who by the river saw the moon for the first time? When did Jiang Yue shine on people?
Life is endless from generation to generation, but the river and the moon are only similar year after year.
I don’t know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending flowing water.
The white clouds are slowly disappearing, and the green maple pond is full of sorrow.
Who is cheating tonight? Where do I miss Mingyue Tower?
The poor moon wanders upstairs, it should be seen away from the makeup mirror.
The jade door curtain cannot be rolled away, and it will come back when it is smashed and brushed on the anvil.
At this time, we look at each other but do not hear each other, and I hope that the moonlight will shine on you.
Swan geese fly long and fast, and fish and dragons dive and leap into the water.
Last night I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, and it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring.
The spring water in the river is gone, and the moon has fallen in the river pool and is setting in the west again.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi Xiaoxiang road is endless.
I don’t know how many people will return home by the moon. The falling moon shakes the trees all over the river with love.
"Thoughts on a Quiet Night"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The moonlight shines brightly in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown.
"Wine and Ask the Moon"
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
When will the moon come to the blue sky? I'll stop drinking and ask.
People cannot reach the bright moon, but the moon travels with people.
The bright sky is as bright as a flying mirror approaching Danque, and the green smoke extinguishes the clear brilliance.
But seeing the night coming from the sea, would you rather know if Xiang Yunjian is there?
The white rabbit makes medicine, autumn returns to spring, who is Chang'e living alone next to?
People today don’t see the moon of ancient times, but today’s moon once illuminated the ancients.
People in ancient times and today are like running water, even when you look at the bright moon.
I only wish that the moonlight would always shine in the golden cup while singing and drinking.
"Shui Tiao Ge Tou·When will the bright moon come"
Song Dynasty Su Shi
Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking happily till the end of the day, getting drunk, I wrote this article, and also Huai Ziyu.
When will the bright moon appear? Ask the sky for wine. I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places. Dance and clear the shadow, how can it be like being in the human world?
Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, where you will find a low-rise house, and the light will make you sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.