Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind. I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering. Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
Looking at the moon and thinking about a Tang Zhang Jiuling in the distance
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.
Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. So I left my message to the moon and then turned to my bed, hoping to have a dream.
Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.
On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
Song Sushi's "Shuidiao 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 has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. 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.
It is also the most classic meditation.
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
When you look up at the moon in the sky, where do you think of writing an ancient poem? 1. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosted already? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (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: "Jiande River Sleeping at Night")
3. Moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream. (Wang Wei: "Autumn in a Mountain Residence")
4. In the dim moonlight, wild geese are soaring, and the leader of the Tatars is fleeing in the dark. (Lu Lun: "Xia Sai Qu")
5. Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us. (Li Bai: "Drinking the Moon Alone")
6. I don't know the month when I am an hour, which is called Bai Yupan. (Li Bai: Gulangyu)
7. It's so light that no one can hear it except my partner, Mingyue. (Wang Wei: Bamboo House)
8. The moon surprises the birds, and the sound enters the spring stream. (Wang Wei: "Bird Song Stream")
9. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. (Su Shi: "Water tune song? When did the moon begin to appear? )
10. The moon was closed in Qin and the Long March people did not return. (Wang Changling: "Out of the Plug")
When you look up at the moon in the sky, you will think of where to write an ancient poem: 1. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty 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: A Night's Mooring on Jiande River. The moonlight shines in the pine forest, and the clear spring stone flows upward. (Wang Wei: Living on a Mountain in Autumn) The Tatar chiefs are fleeing in the dark. (Lu Lun: Song of Xia Sai) 5. Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us. (Li Bai: Drinking the bright moon alone) 6. I don't know the month for an hour, so it's called Bai Yupan. (Li Bai: The Ancient Waves Exploring the Moon) 7. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. (Wang Wei: Bamboo Pavilion) 8. Birds are startled in the mountains in the moon, and the spring stream rings sometimes. When will there be a bright moon? ) 10. Mingyueguan in Qin Dynasty, Mingyueguan in Han Dynasty, and people did not return on the Long March. (Wang Changling: Out of the fort).
4. The poetic composition "Looking Up at the Sky" stretches for a long time. Since ancient times, she has been endowed with poems by many immigrants. Since then, she has become synonymous with beauty, and those who often look up to her are romantic and simple.
However, today's sky is a cloud, which seems to be stained with faint ink, but it is not angry at all. The Spring Festival is coming, and every household is very busy, hosting banquets, visiting relatives and friends, and looking very happy. The wind was very strong on the way, and the industrial zone had a unique industrial flavor, which was very uncomfortable.
I looked up again. Actually, I don't like looking up at the sky. Uneven wires are densely distributed overhead. I can't find any beauty in this sky anyway. My eyes squeezed through the dense wires and looked at the gloomy sky. Freedom? I laughed very cold.
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Suddenly, my nose feels sour. I don't know how long it has been, but it's been a long time. My mother and I quarreled again. The reason is that I failed in the final exam. Maybe I shouldn't have told the truth that day. I am still stupid.
I think my mother has accepted my statement that grades are not everything. Maybe the idea that "scores mean everything" has been deeply rooted in my parents' minds. I think we can have a good year only if we do well in the exam!
I have no happiness to enjoy this year's Spring Festival.
Suddenly I found myself wearing a hat. I smiled bitterly and felt cold in my heart. I took off my hat and continued to walk in the wind. I know that no matter how I walk, I can't escape this day.
Unconsciously, I came here again-this is my hometown. I lived here when I was young, and later I moved into the industrial zone because of the need of factory expansion. Here, I rented it to a few kind foreigners, but the second floor was not rented out. I quietly went up to the second floor and came to the computer desk.
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I like it here very much, not only because there are no constraints, but also because there are mountains, parks and chapels behind it-the air is fresh and the environment is beautiful. Moreover, there are many puppies here, and they are always so enthusiastic.
Greet me with my tail. I understand that this wonderful childhood memory-brisk footsteps, gurgling water, hearty laughter-all slipped through my mind.
5. Poetry related to the sky "Lonely Sky" Author: faint fragrant plum always likes to stare at the sky when she is lonely, and that cloudy day is always frustrating.
Sometimes a lonely bird in the air will cause me to sing, and where the bird will eventually go, just like my mood, lonely and sad. The wind kept blowing, and the cold breath filled the air, making people feel helpless.
The sky is still so gloomy, when can I have warm sunshine, just like my heart, I just feel cold. The bare trees in the distance are so listless and have no lasting appeal. They are so lonely and confused that they can only bear it silently. The cruel winter and the alternation of four seasons are silent, and so is life. People will sink with reality in this severe winter.
There is still no smile in the sky, I can only wander in this loneliness, the cold wind is still blowing, the sky is still so gloomy, I am still me, just in the wind. As clear as crystal, it is as clear as crystal. Covered in yellow straw, no longer picky about the coat of the season. Even if there is only a bare bone, as long as there is a millet, it will bloom on the wings of the world. Whether it is loess or valley, it will get into the soil as long as there is a gap. If you give me an iceberg in the grottoes, I will study this cold iron wall with soft water. It's not blood that boils. This is the coffin of poetry. I will take my life to save the bloodless execution ground. Autumn wind silences my lips. I will no longer be sad. I will tear off the last hair of my wings and let the cold wind and winter snow visually try to throw a tear into the wind. I just want to tell everything that it is a transparent crystal. Despair is not a window, but the practice of smelting steel. I just need to get my bag. Holding up a blue sky is the future! ! ! ! ! ! There will be a person standing on the top of the highest mountain looking back at this inexplicable beauty and gently sending me away with the seasonal wind, leaving only a starlight to send you the memories of the bright moon after Qian Qian. I'm thinking of the blue background, which is the color of fantasy. I am looking at the sky, but it is not transparent, because someone told me that blue is hope in the dark. Is there a sky in my world? Is it blue? I am looking at the sky. Where are the imaginary colors? It's a blue background! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Knowing that there is still a world behind us, we can only think about the moon at that time through the locked window of the soul and connect it with the blue sky that can fly freely like a dream. In the inherent square space, the only thing we can do every day is how to fly the bird of soul in a limited space and how to prove the infinite possibility of life journey in a limited time. There is no sun in the city sky, and the cruel whip lashes my spine. There is not a cloud in the city sky, and the ferocious smoke lingers above my head. There is no moonlight, pure as water, and the thoughts of the city flow in my heart every night. There are no stars in the city sky. I created a colorful and dazzling dream with crystal sweat. There is no rain, no dew, no reinforced concrete and no bones in the city sky. I don't believe the temperature of tears. The road is quiet. Occasionally, a few cars will whistle in a hurry to bring some wind to my eyes. I know I can't rub it, but I won't listen until I burst into tears. Walking on the road casually and indifferently, I don't know what is waiting for me ahead, and I don't know where the end point is. I just walked on blankly.