The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear. You got what you wanted, and the birds perched in the quiet fog.
Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu) knows the rainy season, which happens in spring. When the wind sneaks into the night, everything is moistened silently. The wild path is dark and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. "A Night Outside" (Du Fu) The breeze rippled on the grass bank, through the night, and blew to my still high mast.
The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! .
Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! . I was in the retreat of Zhongnanshan (Wang Wei). My middle-aged heart found a way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain.
Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.
Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home. The moon (Zhang Jiuling), which is far away from the moon, is now at sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time.
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.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. Zashi (Shen Quanqi) attacked Huanglong City, and our troops had already been sent out.
The girls here look at the same melancholy moon, illuminating our China soldiers. Young wives dreamed of spring, and last night their brave husbands.
In a big attack, we captured Huanglong City with flags and drums? A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain (Wang Wan) We wound our way under the green hill, and my boat and I walked along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.
"Night Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain (Li Bai)" Tonight in Hexi, there is no cloud in the blue sky; I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain. I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine.
Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me. Moonlit Night (Du Fu) is in Fuzhou, far away. She is watching the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.
For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is. Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.
When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? In Moonlight Remembering Brothers (Du Fu), a vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle. This was the first call in autumn, and a wild goose came from the border. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
Letter to Li (Wang Wei), the envoy of Zizhou, "The trees of ten thousand valleys reach the sky, and the cuckoos of a thousand peaks crow". The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.
China women throw a piece of cloth, or farmers argue over taro fields. I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.
Returning to Zhongnanshan at the end of the year (Meng Haoran) I didn't petition at the North Palace Gate, but went to this shabby house on Zhongnanshan. I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing.
The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die. Therefore, I lay awake and meditated in the moonlight under the shadow of pine trees in the empty window period.
From a berth on Tonglu to a friend (Meng Haoran) in Yangzhou, the monkey whimpers on the shadowed mountain, and the river rushes at night. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.
Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.
One autumn night, I was reading Qin Cheng's poem (Li Han). The cold wind crawled under my mat, and the bare walls of the city turned pale with the autumn moon. I saw a lone goose crossing the Milky Way, and I heard thousands of washing hammers on the rocks at night.
However, I don't want this season to take me away. I found your poem so beautiful that I forgot about the homing birds.
In a country inn (decorated by Dai Shulun), in a town and country for a thousand nights, when the autumn moon was full, I changed my face with my old friend. People doubt that it is a dream meeting to meet Jiangnan in the capital.
The wind in the tree startled the birds, and the insects in the grass cowered from the cold. Tourists wandering outside should have been drunk and kept each other for fear that the bell would ring.
Farewell to Shen Han in Yunyang Inn (Sikongshu) across the river, not seen for many years. Suddenly meet, but doubt is a dream, lament and ask each other's age.
Dim lights shone through the cold rain outside the window, and bamboo forests floated in the clouds in the distance. But forget the sadness of tomorrow, and leave a cup to cherish.
Thinking of Taiwan (Wei Zhuang) all night long, the piano is sighing, and the strings are full of sorrow. There is a solitary lamp, a trumpet sound, and on the other side of the platform tower, the moon sets.
The fragrant grass has changed and withered, but I still hope my old friend will come back. Now that the wild goose has flown south, I have no more messengers to send to him.
Xie Shi's "Leaving the Night" (Fan Yun) is foggy on the balcony, and the dreamland is without water. The distant mountains are hidden and seen, and the flat sand is broken. Don't sing too many sad songs. After brushing the car dust, I will wait on Dong Gaosu. Send the poem "Leaving Night in the Time of Sinking" (Fan Yun) to the atmosphere of clear night, Chushan Qinghe Xiaoyun. The autumn wind in the two townships is resentful. I heard the lonely sound of the horn in the darkness, and the moon was in the sky, but no one shared it with me? My messenger was dispersed by the vortex of rain and sand, and the gate was closed to a traveler; The mountain is the wall on my road.
However, I endured a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight. In the middle section of Jiangyin Road (Zhang Yanshi), after the rain, the raft was muddy, and residual willows poured into the door.
The dream smells like a broken horn and sends a lingering sound, hoping that the new wave will flow to the old mark. Fish and salt make the market everywhere, and every family is full of children and grandchildren.
More preach a letter to the power of the broad people, how to fight rice and San Qian. In Ge Ye (Du Fu), the days in winter are shortened on the elemental scale, and snow and frost turn the cold hovering nights white.
Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains. I heard women crying after the battle in the distance, and I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn.
Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world ... The bell of the temple of Lumen Mountain (Meng Haoran) at night rang the night arrival. I heard the people in the fishing city staggering on the ferry.
People came to Gu Jiang along the sand road, and I also went to Lumen Mountain by boat. The moonlight at the deer gate made the mountain tree appear, and I suddenly came to the seclusion of exile.
Lonely mountain road and quiet forest road, only hermits come and go gracefully here. From Yueyang Xiakou to Yingzhou, the source is Zhongcheng (Liu Changqing). There is no ripple on the river and no mist on the island, but the scenery is blurred to my Chu friends.
The setting sun sets in Hankou, and birds return to their nests; Autumn eyes in Dongting Lake, misty clouds and distant blue sky. The cold horn sound coming from the desolate mountain wall reminds me of being parked next to an abandoned fortress.
That year, Jia Yi wrote to Emperor Wendi, all of whom were worried about the Han Dynasty. It's a pity that he was demoted to Changsha. Sleeping in Wuchang (Lulun) Hanyang City is deep in the sea of clouds, and it is another day of sailing alone.
Businessmen sleep during the day, know the waves, and boatmen talk at night. Look at the white hairs on both sides of the two or three Hunan autumn hairs, especially the moon-gazing disc.
My hometown has been destroyed by the war, and you can hear the sound of gongs and drums. Untitled (Li Shangyin) Last night's star, last night's wind, the west of the studio and the east of Guixiangtang.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.
Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. Untitled 1 (Li Shangyin) You said you would come, but you didn't. You left me no trace except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock.
The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter. The layering of residual jade is hazy; Musk smoked through the tulle, soft.
But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng. Night Sleeping in Jiande (Meng Haoran) When my boat was sailing in the fog, the day was getting dark and old memories began.
How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! Zhu Liting (Wang Wei), leaning alone in the dense bamboo, I played the piano and hummed. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
Autumn Night Message Autumn (Wei) I am walking in the cool autumn night, thinking of you and singing my poems. I heard the pine cone fall on the mountain, and you seemed to wake up.
Cosugo (Westerner), a constellation with seven high stars, is Shu Ge who raises his sword at night. Today, the Tubo people who breed horses only dare to look into the distance; They dare not go south and cross Lintao County.
The owner of Furong Mountain (Liu Changqing) who stayed in the snow was far away at dusk, freezing in the cold, and the house was poor. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. Qu Xia (Lulun) In the bright moonlight, wild geese are soaring, the leaders of the Tatars are fleeing in the dark, and we are riding light horses and carrying heavy snow, chasing them on our bows and swords. Sai Qu Xia (played by Lu Lun) is frightened by the dark grass, and the general draws his bow at night. Dawn went to look for the arrow, which had gone deep into the edge of the stone.
The dangerous building of the overnight mountain temple (Li Bai) is 100 feet high, and you can pick the stars with your bare hands. Dare not speak loudly, for fear of scaring people.
2. Beautiful sentence 1 Tonight is another pleasant night. The sky is full of shining stars, lying in the sky like a river paved with fine quicksand. The moon hangs in the sky like a curved jade, stained with thick ink.
2. The moon is already hanging in the horizon, the dim moonlight is all over the earth, and the "small eyes" are getting brighter and brighter, just like white pearls, sprinkled in the sky with a black ribbon as the background. The evening breeze blew in waves, the flowers proudly raised their heads, and the grass stood up and danced with the evening breeze. The rustling of leaves is accompanied by the dancing of flowers and plants ... The night sky is covered with pure white light, which shines from the moon like a white jade plate.
I looked at the street lamps with disordered lights on the roadside, and the red, yellow, blue and green lights felt very warm. Look at the twinkling stars in the sky again, just like the crowds who come to watch the excitement. Sister Moon also crowded into the stars and looked at people happily. Cars on the ground. Motorcycles are running happily on the road, people on the roadside are walking happily, and small trees are swinging and dancing for this beautiful night.
In the dead of night, the details in those memories are like a beam of light in the dark, not bright, but with shallow warmth. When I am alone, my thoughts roll, thinking of a fragment or a person in my life will make my pale face smile for a long time. It is not bright enough, but it is real.
It's a little cold in winter nights. The northwest wind roared across the bare treetops, only blowing big trees and small trees shivering in the cold wind. The northwest wind kept attacking me, making my face cold and my nose red. Walking on the cobblestone path, I had to put on gloves, hat and scarf, but the winter wind was so naughty that I took off my hat again, as if playing a happy game with me.
5 1, I never like looking up at the night sky. Even if there are dazzling stars flashing, I am afraid to see the full moon and think of leaving my hometown. I am so lonely. Or afraid to see the waning moon, you will fantasize about how precious and extravagant reunion is.
6. Autumn night is a good day for children to play. The children lay flat on the grass with their arms outstretched. Autumn is cool and breezy. That cool feeling makes you mistakenly think that the grass is a pond.
7. There are many stars outside the window, and the night scene is charming. In the deep blue sky, the stars are like diamonds, spilling millions of silver ashes. The moonlight is as bright as a piece of white jade, a glittering and translucent white jade, embedded in the boundless night sky. How beautiful. We breathe the filtered clean air and see the soft white gauze on the epiphyllum. ...
8. The earth has fallen asleep. Except for the gentle breeze and the occasional dog barking, the deserted street was silent.
9. In the evening, insects sing and play summer symphonies. When the breeze gently swept the prosperity with her slender fingertips, watching the grass sway gently with the wind. When the moon loses its luster, the sky will become a world of stars, which shine alone in this quiet and dark night.
10, in the dead of night, the details in those memories are like a ray of light in the dark, not bright, but with a shallow warmth. When I am alone, my thoughts roll, thinking of a fragment or a person in my life will make my pale face smile for a long time. It is not bright enough, but it is real.
1 1, as night falls, the charming night sky is intoxicating. The existence of night brings infinite silence to people, and also makes the tired city calm again. The night quieted down
12, the depths of the night are sparse lights. Through a window, I heard thin, continuous raindrops hitting the windowsill and window pane, piercing the silent night like needles.
13, at night, the night breeze blows gently, blowing curtains. The bright moon in the starry sky is dazzling, and seemingly small stars are also embedded beside it. On such a night, you can temporarily forget those sad and troubled things, enjoy fragrant teas or coffee and quietly enjoy the night sky.
14, the night, like a huge curtain, quietly opened and covered the mountains and rivers. The night of Yuan Ye has arrived, and the red sunset glow in the western sky turns purple, gray and black, and finally disappears.
15, it's a dim moonlight night, and it's quiet around, as if you can hear the sound of an embroidery needle falling to the ground.
Tonight, J and J and jīnyè
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3. Nocturnal Poems (1) Stay overnight with Zen Master Ye, waiting for my good friend Ding (Meng Haoran) to set the sun, and the valleys are gloomy one after another.
The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear. You got what you wanted, and the birds perched in the quiet fog.
Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu) knows the rainy season, which happens in spring. When the wind sneaks into the night, everything is moistened silently. The wild path is dark and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. "A Night Outside" (Du Fu) The breeze rippled on the grass bank, through the night, and blew to my still high mast.
The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! .
Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! . I was in the retreat of Zhongnanshan (Wang Wei). My middle-aged heart found a way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain.
Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.
Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home. The moon (Zhang Jiuling), which is far away from the moon, is now at sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time.
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.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. Zashi (Shen Quanqi) attacked Huanglong City, and our troops had already been sent out.
The girls here look at the same melancholy moon, illuminating our China soldiers. Young wives dreamed of spring, and last night their brave husbands.
In a big attack, we captured Huanglong City with flags and drums? A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain (Wang Wan) We wound our way under the green hill, and my boat and I walked along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.
"Night Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain (Li Bai)" Tonight in Hexi, there is no cloud in the blue sky; I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain. I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine.
Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me. Moonlit Night (Du Fu) is in Fuzhou, far away. She is watching the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.
For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is. Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.
When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? In Moonlight Remembering Brothers (Du Fu), a vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle. This was the first call in autumn, and a wild goose came from the border. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
Letter to Li (Wang Wei), the envoy of Zizhou, "The trees of ten thousand valleys reach the sky, and the cuckoos of a thousand peaks crow". The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.
China women throw a piece of cloth, or farmers argue over taro fields. I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.
Returning to Zhongnanshan at the end of the year (Meng Haoran) I didn't petition at the North Palace Gate, but went to this shabby house on Zhongnanshan. I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing.
The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die. Therefore, I lay awake and meditated in the moonlight under the shadow of pine trees in the empty window period.
From a berth on Tonglu to a friend (Meng Haoran) in Yangzhou, the monkey whimpers on the shadowed mountain, and the river rushes at night. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.
Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.
One autumn night, I was reading Qin Cheng's poem (Li Han). The cold wind crawled under my mat, and the bare walls of the city turned pale with the autumn moon. I saw a lone goose crossing the Milky Way, and I heard thousands of washing hammers on the rocks at night.
However, I don't want this season to take me away. I found your poem so beautiful that I forgot about the homing birds.
In a country inn (decorated by Dai Shulun), in a town and country for a thousand nights, when the autumn moon was full, I changed my face with my old friend. People doubt that it is a dream meeting to meet Jiangnan in the capital.
The wind in the tree startled the birds, and the insects in the grass cowered from the cold. Tourists wandering outside should have been drunk and kept each other for fear that the bell would ring.
Farewell to Shen Han in Yunyang Inn (Sikongshu) across the river, not seen for many years. Suddenly meet, but doubt is a dream, lament and ask each other's age.
Dim lights shone through the cold rain outside the window, and bamboo forests floated in the clouds in the distance. But forget the sadness of tomorrow, and leave a cup to cherish.
Thinking of Taiwan (Wei Zhuang) all night long, the piano is sighing, and the strings are full of sorrow. There is a solitary lamp, a trumpet sound, and on the other side of the platform tower, the moon sets.
The fragrant grass has changed and withered, but I still hope my old friend will come back. Now that the wild goose has flown south, I have no more messengers to send to him.
Xie Shi's "Leaving the Night" (Fan Yun) is foggy on the balcony, and the dreamland is without water. The distant mountains are hidden and seen, and the flat sand is broken. Don't sing too many sad songs. After brushing the car dust, I will wait on Dong Gaosu. Send the poem "Leaving Night in the Time of Sinking" (Fan Yun) to the atmosphere of clear night, Chushan Qinghe Xiaoyun. The autumn wind in the two townships is resentful. The river is not filled. There are many feelings in every inch, and a heart hangs everywhere. I would like to be a pair of bluebirds in front of Shu. Sufu (Du Fu) is cold in the autumn night. On the Laka tree in this courtyard, I am lying alone in the town by the river. I looked at my extinguished candle. I heard the lonely sound of the horn in the darkness, and the moon was in the sky, but no one shared it with me? My messenger was dispersed by the vortex of rain and sand, and the gate was closed to a traveler; The mountain is the wall on my road.
However, I endured a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight. In the middle section of Jiangyin Road (Zhang Yanshi), after the rain, the raft was muddy, and residual willows poured into the door.
The dream smells like a broken horn and sends a lingering sound, hoping that the new wave will flow to the old mark. Fish and salt make the market everywhere, and every family is full of children and grandchildren.
More preach a letter to the power of the broad people, how to fight rice and San Qian. In Ge Ye (Du Fu), the days in winter are shortened on the elemental scale, and snow and frost turn the cold hovering nights white.
Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains. I heard women crying after the battle in the distance, and I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn.
Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world ... The bell of the temple of Lumen Mountain (Meng Haoran) at night rang the night arrival. I heard the people in the fishing city staggering on the ferry.
People came to Gu Jiang along the sand road, and I also went to Lumen Mountain by boat. The moonlight at the deer gate made the mountain tree appear, and I suddenly came to the seclusion of exile.
Lonely mountain road and quiet forest road, only hermits come and go gracefully here. From Yueyang Xiakou to Yingzhou, the source is Zhongcheng (Liu Changqing). There is no ripple on the river and no mist on the island, but the scenery is blurred to my Chu friends.
The setting sun sets in Hankou, and birds return to their nests; Autumn eyes in Dongting Lake, misty clouds and distant blue sky. The cold horn sound coming from the desolate mountain wall reminds me of being parked next to an abandoned fortress.
That year, Jia Yi wrote to Emperor Wendi, all of whom were worried about the Han Dynasty. It's a pity that he was demoted to Changsha. Sleeping in Wuchang (Lulun) Hanyang City is deep in the sea of clouds, and it is another day of sailing alone.
Businessmen sleep during the day, know the waves, and boatmen talk at night. Look at the white hairs on both sides of the two or three Hunan autumn hairs, especially the moon-gazing disc.
My hometown has been destroyed by the war, and you can hear the sound of gongs and drums. Untitled (Li Shangyin) Last night's star, last night's wind, the west of the studio and the east of Guixiangtang.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.
Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. Untitled 1 (Li Shangyin) You said you would come, but you didn't. You left me no trace except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock.
The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter. The layering of residual jade is hazy; Musk smoked through the tulle, soft.
But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng. Night Sleeping in Jiande (Meng Haoran) When my boat was sailing in the fog, the day was getting dark and old memories began.
How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! Zhu Liting (Wang Wei), leaning alone in the dense bamboo, I played the piano and hummed. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
Autumn Night Message Autumn (Wei) I am walking in the cool autumn night, thinking of you and singing my poems. I heard the pine cone fall on the mountain, and you seemed to wake up.
Cosugo (Westerner), a constellation with seven high stars, is Shu Ge who raises his sword at night. Today, the Tubo people who breed horses only dare to look into the distance; They dare not go south and cross Lintao County.
The owner of Furong Mountain (Liu Changqing) who stayed in the snow was far away at dusk, freezing in the cold, and the house was poor. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. Qu Xia (Lulun) In the bright moonlight, wild geese are soaring, the leaders of the Tatars are fleeing in the dark, and we are riding light horses and carrying heavy snow, chasing them on our bows and swords. Sai Qu Xia (played by Lu Lun) is frightened by the dark grass, and the general draws his bow at night. Dawn went to look for the arrow, which had gone deep into the edge of the stone.
It is dangerous to spend the night in the mountain temple (Li Bai).
4. Poems about the night: Ban Jieyu's "Three Jade Window Fireflies", and the Golden Temple is full of people. In the autumn night, watch Luo Wei, and the solitary lamp will never go out.
Li Bai's harmony song, Yuban complained that her jade steps were cold and dew, and the bottom of the silk was wet. She lingered there for so long. But what about looking at the water curtain of autumn moon light through crystal glass? .
On the moonlit night, the water god sang jathyapple Ming and the blue waves were empty.
The mountainous area in Liaodong, Li Shimin is covered with autumn smog at night, and the moon falls on half a cliff. Even the mountains are full of birds, and the caves are separated by apes.
Cui's harmony "Midnight Winter Song" is lonely, embracing the winter heart, but it is also embarrassing. The night is long and frequent, and the frost cuts the cold.
Xue Yao and singing, midnight winter songs, the wind bent the trees, frost withered the grass. May I ask whether the man on the moon is old?
At four o'clock in the midnight of Guo Heming's six songs, two brothels contain sunshine, and the green pool is full of wind. Give your child a concentric flower and be diligent.
Guo's harmony song "Four Six Midnights" and his two "Strangers" were all blown up. My heart is broken, you know.
Guo's Song of Harmony, Six Songs at Four o'clock in the Midnight and his two songs invited Huan to stand empty and look back at America frequently. When we come to collect Lingling again, the rivers will be closely connected.
Guo's Song of Harmony, Six Songs at 4: 00 Midnight, Curbing Cornus Capsule and Yanshou Chrysanthemum Wine. Take precautions against your son. Dan Xin doesn't exist.
Guo's harmony words, 4: 6 in the middle of the night, two in winter, cold in the Arctic and warm wind in the south. Tune the silk and compete for short songs, and caress the pillow for a long night.
Guo He sang four and a half songs in the middle of the night, two songs in winter, and two emeralds hung across the curtain, which were rolled up by two mandarin ducks. If you are not complacent, you will turn to the king's bed.
Lu Guimeng's Song of Harmony, Four Songs at Midnight, Haruka Mountain is connected with a screen of green feathers and grass is connected with a fireworks feast. Looking at Southern Yan, the beauty broke the news.
Lu Guimeng's "Song of Harmony" is composed of four songs. At four o'clock in the middle of the night, Shagelan's eyes are squint and Yinger's lips are old. Jinlong leaks, Yujing knocks on the ice early.
Lu Guimeng's Songs of Harmony, Four Songs at Midnight, The Cool Loneliness of Qiu Ge, The Weary Forest Blames the Wind and Rain. Sorrow listening to the winding weft singing is like talking to the soul.
Lu Guimeng and Hequ, four songs at four o'clock in the middle of the night, winter songs, cold lights in the south, empty in the north. Every year, I will be frosty.
Of Lu Guimeng's two ballads, there are hundreds of midnight songs, and midnight songs are the most pitiful. Generous voicing, voicing is natural.
Lu Guimeng's "Harmony Poem: A Midnight Song": Two pieces of silk and bamboo are voiced, and a fake musical instrument plays a clear sound. You don't understand the beauty of folk songs. Its voice expresses the singer's heart.
Lu Guimeng's Ode to Peace and Midnight Police Song: Two bowls of green wine and purple smoke. Who knows that the tone is bitter and cold, and * * * is like a snow string.
Lu Guimeng's Song of Peace and Midnight Police rely on love, but they are too shy to move forward. Zhu mouth sends colorful songs, and jade refers to delicate strings.
Nie Zhongyi's Song of Harmony: A hundred birds return to the branches, but Ugric is not alive. You should also know that I hate it, so I crow at the green window.
Shi Jianwu's Zaqu: incense sells night knots, and dust covers acacia cups. Lazy lying on the acacia pillow, worried about singing at night.
Nie Zage: I get up in the middle of the night, and I don't want to get up in the middle of the night. Peach blossoms stand in the moonlight with dewdrops.
Tian e's miscellaneous songs hurt the night alone, put out the candle and lie in the blue room. I'm afraid I'm sentimental about the moon. I'll take care of the bed.
In the south of the city, one spring night, the spring garden returned, and the bamboo hall invaded the night. Scared birds walk out of the forest, and the wind and flowers come over the water.
Ji Wang returns to Dongxi Stone Moss at night, which should be practical and easy to climb. Qingxi goes straight to Kaminooji, and returns by moonlight night song.
One autumn night, Wang Ji happily met the stone that went to Beitian for a picnic and came back after cutting the millet. It's worth flying at night when you meet a full moon.
Jude Wong plays the piano at night to promote the moon and plucks the strings at the white clouds. Never rhyme with mountains and rivers, never make a vulgar smell.
Yang Jiong sent Zhao Lian to attack at night, which was handed down from generation to generation. Send you back to your hometown in Zhaozhou tonight, leaving a bright moon in the sky, still shining on the river.
Song still lives at the foot of Songshan Mountain at night, so that she can clean up the old Shanwei. Introspection on the fountain stone, why not go home at night?
Wang Boshan sat in the wild room at night with his piano in his arms, delivering wine to his lover. Don't be like a family in spring.
Wang Bo's wild smoke rises at night, including Zhu Xi, and the mountains, rivers and the moon shine on Lin Qiu. Will also be scattered in the middle to play the infantry piano.
5. Poems about the Moon-Ten Poems about Watching the Moon on Fifteen Nights (Wang Jian)
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.
Tonight, the moon is full of hope, and I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into.
Quiet night thinking (Li Bai)
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Moonlit Night (Liu)
The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.
Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.
Chang 'e (Li Shangyin)
The mica screen was dyed red by thick candles, and the Milky Way gradually tilted towards the morning star.
Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.
Shuangyue (Li Shangyin)
When I first heard that there were no cicadas,
A hundred feet of water meets the sky.
Young woman Su E is hardy.
Frost war in the middle of the month.
Mid-Autumn Moon (Yan Shu)
Ten rounds of frost shadows turn to court, and tonight is a lonely corner.
Su E is not without disappointment and hatred.
Mid-Autumn Moon (Su Shi)
The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts.
If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
Guizi of Tianzhu Temple on the night of August 15th (Tang Pi Rixiu)
Yu Xing got off the moon wheel and picked up the dew in front of the temple.
So far, the sky doesn't exist, but Chang 'e should be thrown to people.
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Original publisher: Faust 1999
The poem describing the moon is 1, and the moment of spring night is worth a thousand dollars, and the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Spring Night is Worth a Thousand Dollars 2. Today, people can't see the ancient moon, but this month they have taken pictures of the ancients. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Ask asking for the moon for wine, an old friend Jia Chunling" 3. The moon, which is full, is now crossing the sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time. _ _ _ _ Zhang Jiuling's "Full Moon Thinking Far" 4. The willow shoots on the moon, people about after dusk. _ _ _ _ Ouyang Xiu's "The Mistakes of Yuan Xi" 5. On the moonlit night of the 24th Bridge, where do jade people teach flute? _ _ _ _ Du Mu's "A Letter to Han Chuo, Yangzhou Magistrate" 6. He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight at home is! . _ _ _ _ Du Fu's "My Brother on a Moonlight Night" 7. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moonlight green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jadeite to the sun. _ _ _ _ Li Shangyin's "Jinse" 8. When will there be a bright moon? I take my glass from a distance. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bing 9. The spring tide is in Lian Haiping, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide. _ _ _ _ Zhang's Moonlit Night on the Spring River 10, the sun is full of flowers and smoke, and the moon is very white, which makes people sad and sleepless. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's Sauvignon Blanc II 1 1. Who sent a brocade book in the cloud? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. _ _ _ _ Li Qingzhao's "A Prune, Red Lotus Root Fragrance and Jade Autumn" 12, Spring Breeze and Green Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me? _ _ _ _ Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou" 13, the desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook. _ _ _ _ Li He's "Twenty-three Horse Poems" (5), 14, moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream. _ _ _ _ Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains 15. Now that Li Bai is dead, how long is the moon in the sky? _ _ _ _ Tang Yin's Song of Drinking to the Moon (16), the moon shines on Kyushu, and several families are happy and sad. _ _ _ _ Anonymous "Moon Bends Kyushu" 17, silence is alone in the West Building, and the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn. _ _ _ _ Li Yu's Welcome to the West Building, Nothing to Say 18. Where did you wake up tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning breeze and the waning moon. _ _ _ _ Liu Yong's "Yulin Chills" 19, there is no moon to hang sparse trees, and people are quiet at first. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's "The Works of the Divine Operator Huangzhou Dinghuiyuan Mansion" 20. On a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire. ___