Fly away, past memories, impossible love, please rest in peace! There won't be such a moonlit night, when you pour the quiet light through the dark forest with charming light, vaguely reflecting the beauty of my lover. The pleasure of lust, what are you? How can it be compared with true love and happiness and inner beauty? How can the joy that has passed away run back? Time, why did those seconds disappear so quickly? Why does the morning glow suddenly rise and the bright night disappear? Moon, why did you run away and sink into the clear blue sky? Why does the morning light shine in the sky? Why should I leave my lover? Pushkin is a famous Russian writer, great poet and novelist, and the founder of modern Russian literature.
Known as "the father of Russian literature" and "the sun of Russian poetry". Full moon, Xu Zhimo: I hope she can earn a round of Starlight Glimmer's glory from the shoulders of rocks through the screen window in the dark: a slave who is chaste and frightened like a virgin and earns violence; This reminds me of you, I love you, and I was once caught between bad luck and fangs! But now, like the bright moon in the blue sky, you have raised a pot of wine from the happy flowers, and I am drinking it alone. No one is with me.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. -Li Bai, "Drinking the bright moon alone shines on the foot of my bed, is there frost?" Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. -Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking" went to the West Chamber alone, and the moon was like a hook. -Li Yu's "Seeing Huan", the bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze knows at midnight.
-Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon" When the moon was bright in the Qin Dynasty, it was closed in the Han Dynasty, and the Long March did not return. -Wang Changling's "The Great Wall" is full of joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine. In ancient times, it was very difficult to accomplish this task-Su Shi's Water Tune, Jiang Feng caught fire and worried about sleeping-Zhang Ji's One Night-Near Bofeng Bridge, the moon is full now, and the horizon is * * * At this time-Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the moon and thinking about a distance", how wide the world is, how close the trees are to the sky, and how clear the water is near the moon! -Meng Haoran's "Sleeping in Jiande River at Night", seeing the clouds change in the morning mirror, should you feel the moonlight cold at night? -Li Shangyin "Untitled" did not see the goose feet of the hometown bookstall, only the crescent moon spit out the moths. -Wang Wei Chunjiang tide even the sea level, the sea bright moon tide.
-Zhang Chunqiu is full of four seasons, with many odd peaks in Xia Yun, bright autumn moon and solitary pine in Dongling. -Tao Yuanming's desert is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook.
-Li He was in the bright moon and returned with colorful clouds. -Yan Dongting was born in the middle of the autumn moon lake, and the waves are like molten gold.
-Liu Yuxi * * * cried at the bright moon, for the hearts, five places, all sick and willing. -Bai Juyi Who first saw the moon by the river? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.
-Zhang Sanhai swallowed the moon, and the Great Wall Suozi Mountain. -Xiao Shi He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight at home is! .
-Du Fu plum blossom snow, pear blossom moon, total acacia. Naturally, spring comes before you know it.
-Zhang Huiyan in a distant sky, there is a moon on a lonely night. -Du Fu The breeze and the bright moon are priceless.
-Liang Zhangju The crescent moon looks like a beauty, and it has color at the beginning of going to sea. -Su Shi on the willow tip, people meet after dusk.
-Ouyang Xiu Moon, at this time, the sea is full and the horizon is * * *. -The bright moon is on the mountain in the sky, Zhang Jiuling, and the sea of clouds is boundless.
-Li Bai, I sang. The moon encourages me and I dance. My shadow is rolling in the back. —— Li Bai's autumn moon hangs in the sky, and Guanghua is wet.
-Meng Haoran didn't know the moon when he was a child. His name was Bai Panyu. -Li Bai didn't see the goose feet in his hometown book shop, but he saw the crescent moon spitting moth eyebrows.
-Wang Wei Chunjiang tide even the sea level, the sea bright moon tide. -Zhang Chunqiu is full of four seasons, with many odd peaks in Xia Yun, bright autumn moon and solitary pine in Dongling.
-Tao Yuanming's desert is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook. -Li He was in the bright moon and returned with colorful clouds.
-Yan Dongting was born in the middle of the autumn moon lake, and the waves are like molten gold. -Liu Yuxi * * * cried at the bright moon, for the hearts, five places, all sick and willing.
-Bai Juyi Who first saw the moon by the river? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year. -Zhang Sanhai swallowed the moon, and the Great Wall Suozi Mountain.
-Xiao Shi He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight at home is! . -Du Fu plum blossom snow, pear blossom moon, total acacia.
Naturally, spring comes before you know it. -Zhang Huiyan in a distant sky, there is a moon on a lonely night.
-Du Fu The breeze and the bright moon are priceless. -Liang Zhangju The crescent moon looks like a beauty, and it has color at the beginning of going to sea.
-Su Shi on the willow tip, people meet after dusk. -Ouyang Xiu Moon, at this time, the sea is full and the horizon is * * *.
-The bright moon is on the mountain in the sky, Zhang Jiuling, and the sea of clouds is boundless. -Li Bai, I sang. The moon encourages me and I dance. My shadow is rolling in the back.
—— Li Bai's autumn moon hangs in the sky, and Guanghua is wet. -Meng Haoran didn't know the moon when he was a child. His name was Bai Panyu.
-Li Bai Who first saw the moon by the river? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Generation after generation.
2. Poems praising the sun praise you-the sun.
You are red, you are rising, you are shining, and you are opening up hope.
You glow and heat, and benefit your life.
You burn yourself, give your heart and love, there is no boundary.
Your spring rain nourishes everything, your grace and glory.
You are beautiful in the sun, breezy in spring, autumn wind in autumn and summer in winter.
You are sunny, the Great Wall is blue and the red flag is fluttering.
You light up a new road, and science develops and prospers.
You lit the flame, the emblem of the Beijing Olympic Games.
Your heart is for the people, people-oriented, broad and profound.
You are kind and just, helping the poor.
You are ambitious, realistic and enterprising.
You are full of vigor, pioneering and innovative, and embrace the moon.
You are resolute and brave, and you have won the title of the Five Rings of the Space God.
You are determined to explore the rich fragrant rice in the fields.
You insist on the lofty ideal of running a school in a mountainous area.
The story of your tenacious struggle, hurdling and flying begins.
You are constantly striving for self-improvement, rising peacefully and standing proudly in the East.
You are calm, steady, knowledgeable, wise and far-sighted.
You are aboveboard and admired by the world.
You are selfless and spotless.
You are always smiling, quiet, elegant and open-minded.
You are warm, simple, virtuous and kind.
You are sincere and attach importance to feelings and righteousness.
You are broad-minded and friendly.
You are noble, outstanding, sacred, great and brilliant.
Ah, praise the incomparable supremacy of the sun
The motherland, the sun, the sun and the party are brilliant.
The motherland's tomorrow will be more beautiful, happy and healthy.
The Party leads China towards harmony, democracy, civilization and prosperity.
Create a classical poem describing the sea when the sun rises. The incense burner in Rizhao produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of Sichuan.
The spring mountain is warm and the pavilion is covered.
The lonely village is in the setting sun, and the old tree is in the west of Western jackdaw. Under the small Fei Ying, there are green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring.
The sun is like fire, and the wild Tian He is half burnt.
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. The four sides are connected with each other. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.
The setting sun swims around the five lakes, and smoke and waves are everywhere. Who wants to ask the East?
There is always a traitor in power, like covering the sky, and Chang' an is depressed when he can't see it.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen (Don Wang Wei)
High mountains hide the white sun, and the sea drains the golden rivers, but you can broaden your horizons by walking up a flight of stairs for 300 miles (Don Wang Zhihuan)
Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny (Tang Yuxi)
Don't worry about the setting sun when you are far away, you can look at the river at the end of the year (Ming ancient Yanwu)
Qianshan Mangroves are full of mountains and clouds, and wine looks at the sun again (Tang Wei Zhuang)
A thousand miles away, the lonely city is closed (Song Fan Zhongyan)
People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and heaven remains our neighbourhood (Song Ligou)
When the sun rises, the river flowers will win the fire, and when the spring comes, the river will be blue (Tang Juyi)
You can choose the right one.
I wrote a modern poem about the sun. The ancient tombs from the dark ages and the sun from the stream of human death shook the sleeping mountains. If the steam wheel rotates on the sand dune, the sun will roll towards me ... It makes life breathe with hard-to-hide light, makes tall trees and branches dance with it, and makes rivers run towards it with crazy songs. When it came, I heard the insect pupae that had been stung in winter turning underground, and the masses were talking loudly in the open fields. The city calls it from a distance with electricity and steel, so my heart is torn apart by the hand of fire and my stale soul is abandoned by the river. I have full confidence in the rebirth of mankind as the sun. Author: Ai Qing, in the morning, I woke up from my sleep and was happy to see your brilliance; Although I was sleepy last night, I was still troubled by countless nightmares.
Your fresh, gentle and clear light shines on the window that I haven't opened for a long time. The window paper is painted pale yellow like pollen and embedded in a light blue neat grid. My heart is full of gratitude. I get out of bed, open the window door that has been closed for a winter, and let you spread a bright tablecloth made of all gold on my table by the window. So, I was surprised to see you: so real, no doubt, you stood on the opposite top of the mountain, and you smiled so clearly.
I try to open my eyes to see you, eager to capture your image, how intense, how trance, how solemn! Your light stung my pupils. Sun, your immortal philosopher, you have brought happiness to the world. Even if you are the most unfortunate person, you can see your inner comfort.
You are the forger of time and the gilder of a better life; You cast the days into countless golden wheels and fly in the ancient wasteland ... Without you, the sun, all life would crawl in the dark, and even with wings, it could only fly in the eternal night like a bat. I love you as people love their mothers. You feed my thoughts and thoughts with light and heat-let me live passionately and suffer for my ideals until my life is taken away by death.
After a long and lonely winter, today, I want to climb to the top of the mountain, take off my clothes, be naked, and bathe my soul with your brilliance ... Tell the author at dawn: Ai Qing, get up and pray for my poets, and please tell them to give the morning sunshine. I will wake up from my sleep and be glad to see your brilliance; Although I was sleepy last night, I was still troubled by countless nightmares. Your fresh, gentle and clear light shines on the window that I haven't opened for a long time. The window paper is painted pale yellow like pollen and embedded in a light blue neat grid. My heart is full of gratitude. I get out of bed, open the window door that has been closed for a winter, and let you spread a bright tablecloth made of all gold on my table by the window.
So, I was surprised to see you: so real, no doubt, you stood on the opposite top of the mountain, and you smiled so clearly. I try to open my eyes to see you, eager to capture your image, how intense, how trance, how solemn! Your light stung my pupils.
Sun, your immortal philosopher, you have brought happiness to the world. Even if you are the most unfortunate person, you can see your inner comfort. You are the forger of time and the gilder of a better life; You cast the days into countless golden wheels and fly in the ancient wasteland ... Without you, the sun, all life would crawl in the dark, and even with wings, it could only fly in the eternal night like a bat.
I love you as people love their mothers. You feed my thoughts and thoughts with light and heat-let me live passionately and suffer for my ideals until my life is taken away by death. After a long and lonely winter, today, I want to go to the top of the mountain, take off my clothes and be naked. Let my soul bathe in your glory ... say that what they are waiting for has come, I have come through the dew, I have come through the last star, I have come from the east, I have come from the rough sea, I want to bring light to the world and warmth to mankind, please take my message to those people whose eyes are burning with desire and those distant cities and villages immersed in suffering, and ask them to welcome my pioneers during the day. The messenger of light opens all the windows and welcomes all the doors. Please honk your horn to welcome you. Please blow the horn and welcome the cleaners to clean the streets. Please drive the truck to transport the garbage. Let the workers stride in the street. Line up the cars across the square. Please wake up these villages from the wet fog. Please open their fence to welcome me. Ask the farmers to take the cows out of the cowshed and borrow your enthusiasm. Tell them I'm from the other side of the mountain, from the other side of the forest, and let them clean up those threshing floors and those forever dirty patios. Please open the window covered with floral paper. Please open the door with Spring Festival couplets. Please wake up the careful woman and the snoring man. Please invite young lovers to get up with those sleepy girls. Please wake up the sleepy mother and the baby beside him. Please wake up everyone, even the sick parturient, even those who groan in bed because of justice. Please wake up all the unfortunate people and those refugees who have been displaced by the collapse of their hometown. I will comfort them together. Please wake up all people and workers who love life. Technicians and painters invited songs to greet the grass dew, dancers danced to greet them in their white foggy dressing gowns, and those healthy and beautiful people woke up and said, I'll knock on their windows. Please be prepared for the news that poets who are loyal to time will bring comfort to mankind. Please get ready for it. When the rooster crows for the last time, I will come over and let them gaze at the horizon with pious eyes. I will give the kindest light to all who expect me. Please tell me that the night is coming to an end.