The moon turns cloudy and sunny (photography)

At the beginning of painting eaves, the crescent moon hangs, and the lonely light is not full.

Recognize the jade curtain hook from a distance, and Tiansun will wash and dress the building.

? -Su Shi's Bodhisattva Man

Willow in the south of the Yangtze River is soft. When the flowers fall, they touch the wine lamp and the wicker blows under their heads. Everyone is romantic.

The moon in Jiangnan is as complicated as a mirror. Like a mirror, it doesn't invade your face, like a hook without hanging a curtain. Dragons are pressed to leave their sorrows.

? -Ouyang Xiu's "Looking at Jiangnan"

It is cloudy in the evening and glass in the daytime. Rotten silver plate, from the bottom of the sea, bright and colorful. No dust, Su E is there; Quiet and countable, osmanthus is uneven. There is nothing better than this in a year when the dew is high and the golden wind is not strong. Sedentary, fireflies are rare, and black magpies fly south.

Yaotai is cold, the fence is dry and warm, and getting off slowly. Say goodbye to beautiful people, we must solve the suffering of lovesickness. Most concerned, the missing sound is forever, secretly heartbroken, and the shadow of the flower is stolen. It is expected that the night will come, the light will not decrease, and the weather will be cloudy or sunny. * * * Love, not now, or every other year. People are strong, bright and flat, and they are willing to follow each other.

? -Li's "Duck Head Singing the Moon"

Poetry: fighting in a room to disperse people

Hanging the first eaves painting on the moon, I am not lonely.

The hook curtain tears away, and the jade washes the beads.

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Poetry: So Xiao Qiang

Rain or shine, the bright moon is still missing, and how many people stay to fight the epidemic.

Most importantly, I care about helping the Han people. My feelings are like water and light.

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Poetry: the first monster in Luyang

Chang 'e poured a jade bowl and spilled nectar on the ground.

The vulgar body is not blessed to eat, and the fate is really immortal.

? -\ A strange combination?

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Jiangnan, the west building is full of clear nights. Clouds fall and ice spit, and jade sinks and waves are deep. When does this round end?

The stars are shining, and the wind is exposed to the new autumn. Dangui doesn't know how to get rid of her hatred, so Su E should believe that she won't leave her sadness. The sky is very long.

-Wang Qi's "Looking at Jiangnan"

Poetry: the son of the Muse

The full moon is happy and the waning moon is worried, but how worried is the coronavirus?

Angels offer love to warm the world, and ice has its own spring harvest.

? Thanks to the poetry encouragement and support of the son of the Muse! )