1, Xinqingshanyue
Song wentong
Gao Song missed the moon and fell down like a painting.
Wandering and loving it, I can't sleep for a long time.
If you are afraid of the wind pool, you will fall into the rain.
Who accompanies the bitter song? Man Lin di Luo Wei
2. Autumn night
Song Zhu Shu Zhen
The night is sleepless, the autumn wind is clear, and the candle flowers are frequently cut to night.
The bed is cold and full of phoenix trees, and the moon is bright where phoenix trees are missing.
3. Old love in Jianglou
Tangzhaotuo
Alone at the bottom of the river, I vaguely thought that the moonlight was like water.
Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The wind shadow is vaguely like last year.
4. autumn night sends a message to autumn
Don Wei Wu Ying
When I walk on a cool autumn night, I think of you and sing my poems.
I heard the pine cone fall on the mountain, and you seemed to wake up.
5. Fishing Bay
Chu and Guangxi in Tang Dynasty
Fishing in Green Bay comes in spring, and apricot blossoms come in spring.
The pool is clear and shallow, and the lotus knows the fish are scattered.
Waiting for lovers at dusk, the boat is green and the shore is green.
Appreciation of fishing bay;
This poem is about a young man who, under the cover of "fishing", is anxiously waiting for the arrival of his lover in the scenic fishing bay.
Write a sentence or two about the moving scenery of Fishing Bay in late spring. A few red apricots are dotted in the shade, flourishing. At this time, it was getting darker and darker, and the young man drove a gondola to Yuwan. He tied the boat cable gently to the poplar stump and began to "fish". However, no matter how he fiddled with the fishing rod and pretended to be calm, he could not hide his inner anxiety. The profusion of apricot blossoms just set off his eager expression at the moment.
The poem ends with lingering affection and rich spring scenery. Under the reflection of the setting sun, the green willows are swaying and the boat is swaying gently. The young man sometimes bows his head to arrange the fishing line, and sometimes stares at the sparkling waves in the distance-the lover in his heart. "I am with my lover at dusk, and the boat is green." This is simply an eternal picture, a most beautiful lens.