Mid-autumn festival mountaineering poems

1. A poem praising mountain climbing. My legs are getting sore and I can't listen.

The schoolbag that usually runs around on your back becomes very heavy, like a stone weighing dozens of pounds. Everyone tied their shoelaces, packed their bags, rubbed their hands and held their strength, determined to conquer this "ghost sees sorrow."

Out of the spirit of competition, we boys chose a bumpy road to climb. We walked cheerfully, and the teacher walked at the head of the team. Although the road is rugged, no student is left behind.

The higher you go, the greater the slope. Students squat, really "kneeling down to the ground", and sometimes they hold the ground with their hands. Under the guidance of the teacher, we began to climb the mountain.

Walking along the rugged path to the top of the mountain, it took more than half an hour to get to the top of the rugged Sanqi Mountain. On that day, the sky was clear and the sun was scorching, and we started climbing the mountain under the guidance of our teacher.

We laughed loudly as we climbed, and we felt thirsty before we climbed high. The mountain road leading to Tiandufeng stretches into the clouds. I don't know how many tourists are sighing at the mountain, but my father and I decided to climb it.

In the early morning, the weather is particularly sunny, and the golden sunshine shines on the road to Xiazi Mountain. Along the way, I took a breath of fresh air all over the mountain. Suddenly, the morning breeze brought the fragrance of wild flowers, which was refreshing.

Just after a heavy rain, it stirred up dark clouds on the mountain. My father and I walked through the clouds into the valley.

On both sides of the mountain road, pine and bamboo become forests, and spring water spreads on the ground. Looking from a distance, the summit of the mountain towering into the clouds, like a silver sword penetrating the sky, stands among the clouds.

I stopped to look down at the foot of the mountain. Phoenix Gu Song is like a small sapling. Looking up at the peak, still hidden in the depths of the clouds. How many roads are there to the top of the mountain? I want to back down. At first, I was full of energy, surpassing several old professors with white hair.

However, with the steep mountain road, my momentum gradually weakened. After walking for a while, I was already sweating and panting.

2. Poem about drinking alone while enjoying the moon in Mid-Autumn Festival Li Bai is from from a pot of wine among the flowers, and I drink alone. No one is with me.

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.

On August 15th, Du Fu of jathyapple looked at the moon and flew to the mirror, returning to his heart to fold his sword. Turn the tent and travel far, climb the laurel and ascend to heaven.

The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers. At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumnal equinox.

Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian's atrium, crows inhabiting Bai Shu, and silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng. I'm looking forward to the moon tonight. I don't know who will land in Qiu Si! Wang Changling, lying on the high seat in the south study, we opened the curtain-we saw the rising moon.

The clear water-flowing wood flows like waves on our windows and doors. Time flies, calmly, beyond our wisdom, and the old and the new alternate.

Our chosen person, our friend, is singing, perhaps, a sad oriental song by the clear river. A thousand miles away, there is a smell of orchids coming with the wind.

In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?

Mid-Autumn full moon, cloudless wet clothes, stars pour out the rules. Lin Dong doesn't interfere with getting up gradually, and seeing the road all over the world.

Can also clearly sing the spirit of Hao, willing to teach the dark to take Dan Zhi. Poor night ChanJuan shadow, facing five waiting for residual wine.

Guan Shanyue Li Bai Mingyue rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.

At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.

The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.

Thinking about Li Bai at night, the foot of the bed is so bright, will it have frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

On a willow moonlit night, the moonlight is deeper than that of half a family, and the Big Dipper languishes in the south. Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.

The sound of mica screen in Changshang is dark and the long river is sinking. Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.

Du Fu, a wanderer, heard the drums that predicted the battle. It was the first call of autumn, a wild goose 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.

Looking at the moon, I think of a distant moon in Zhang Jiuling, which is now at sea and the horizon is * * * at this time. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! 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. In "Frost Moon", Li Shangyin first heard that there was no cicada, and a hundred feet of water met the sky.

Su E, a young woman, is cold-resistant, fighting with frost in the middle of the month, dreaming of Meng Haoran in the autumn night, hanging under the moon in the autumn sky, and her luster is wet. The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in.

The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent. What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand.

Mid-Autumn Festival in Lu Guimeng and other months, first frost lost late, the wind is like a good season. The curtain leans against the tree, feeling infinite, and the candle is faint and fragrant.

I like to listen to the northern sheng sound, and gradually see the southern star fans. Who is the coolpad of the school and wants to reduce the first round and noon?

Zhuang Ni's Mid-Autumn Festival is too thin to ask words, and the narrow clothes and autumn are already cold. The child is full of memories and it is difficult to walk.

Dew entered the hut, and the sound of streams and stone beaches was loud. The moon came in the mountains at night, and I didn't see it until dawn.

On the night of August 15, Liu Yuxi saw the moon in the dust of Taoyuan, and his feelings were between the fairy houses in the clear autumn. Long and cold, standing on the highest mountain at this time.

Blue is nothing but Feng Yun, and Songshan grows in the water. A group of people are moving leisurely, and Gogoing is thousands of miles away.

Shao Jun led me to the jade altar and invited the real fairy officer to come from afar. Cloud * (left car right car) moves under the starry sky, the sky is happy and the bones are cold.

Jin Xin gradually moved eastward, and the shadow of the wheel still rose. It is difficult to get back together when it is absolutely beautiful, and he should be disappointed on this day.

In the Mid-Autumn Moon, Yan Shu turned to court in ten rounds, and tonight she took people to the corner alone. Su E may have no regrets, but Yuchan is lonely and lonely.

In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?

Looking at the moon in the pavilion on the night of August 15th, Bai Juyi, on the night of August 15th the year before last, beside the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool. On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall.

Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast. Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual.

On the night of August 15th, there was a full moon in Tianzhu Temple, Pi Rixiu and laurel seeds, and new discoveries were made in front of the temple. So far, the sky doesn't exist, but Chang 'e should be thrown to people.

Look at the moon and children in Mid-Autumn Festival. Su Shi's bright moon is not high in the mountains, but red in thousands of feet. A cup of silver is not full, and the clouds are scattered.

Those who wash God's eyes should welcome the water from Fermin River. Then I will be indifferent to people in the world, just like I am sorry for Zhan Ran.

Mars in the southwest is like a projectile. Its horns and tail are bright and pale. Not tonight, but even fireflies are fighting for the cold.

Who was rowing yesterday? This is a thousand days and nights. The twists and turns have no intention of chasing the waves, and they bow their heads to sacrifice with the song board.

Did Bo * (left wind and right wind) return before the green fluorescence disappeared and turned to the mountain? The bright moon is easy to fall and disperse, and it is even more important to see it when you come back.

The clearer the moonlight in front of the hall, the better, and the cold throat * (the general will get worms) will show grass. Shutters push doors silently, while windows are silent and old.

Du Nan is engaged in shame and poverty, and there are several people who write moon poems. In the Ming dynasty, the personnel were in the same position as the morning glow, and suddenly I dreamed of Yao and Taiwan.

Mid-Autumn Festival, Mifei is poor, Huaihai is wrapped in silver, and Wan Daohong breeds mussels. If there is no labor in the sky, the osmanthus tree will grow long and break the moon.

The moon has how bright, and the moon has how bright. Take care of my bed. I can't sleep at night and wander around in my clothes.

Although the guests are happy, it is better to turn back early. Who should you sue when you leave home alone? Back to my room, tears stained my clothes.

When does Su Shi, the head of water diversion, have a bright moon? Ask about Sky Wine. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time.

I want to go home in the wind, lest it be too cold on the roof. 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. There should be no hate, and nothing can be done.

People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. 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.

Su Shi of Xijiangyue is in Huangzhou, having a night outing in spring. Drinking in a restaurant, getting drunk.

Take the moon to the stream bridge, untie the saddle and bend your arms, lie drunk and rest less. I realized that.

The mountains are crowded and the flowing water is bright, which makes people doubt that it is not human. On the bridge pillar of the book.

According to the wild shallow waves, the sky is faint. I want to get drunk and sleep on the grass.

It's a pity that a romantic wind didn't teach you to crush Qiong Yao. Take off your saddle and rest at Qingyang Bridge, and there will be the sound of spring dawn in Du Yu.

Back to Dong for the Mid-Autumn Festival, please hold a banquet to open the Wen Tianxiang River Festival and bring the original boat to clear the ice; When the moon raises a glass, you will be fragrant and green. Worship the fall of Huaxing, about the floating of the bright moon.

The wind and rain are all over the city, why are you lucky to be near? The picturesque mountains and rivers are still the trip to Chibi in those days. Straw is rewarded, and cloth is distributed in turn.

Manjianghong. Send Xin Qiji to the West Building in the Mid-Autumn Festival, fearing that Yun Zheyue will be released in the sky. But when he called, the jade flute cracked with a loud noise.

Who let curling float in the world, the most pity for husband. Ask Chang 'e, cold and carefree.

3. The Double Ninth Festival's poem of climbing high and looking far:

1, "Nine Days to Heaven" Tang

On September 9, at Wangxiangtai, he sat in a farewell cup.

Human feelings are tired and bitter in the south, and Hongyan is from the north.

This poem is about looking back at home on the Double Ninth Festival, being in a foreign land, setting the table to send friends and raising a glass. I'm tired of all kinds of sadness in the south. I don't think I can go back to the north. Why does Hongyan come from the north? It can be seen that this poem by Wang Bo is full of sadness, which pushes homesickness to a climax and erupts the loneliness of living in a foreign land.

2, "Qiu Lai Denglan Mountain Zhang" is awesome

Facing the white Yun Qi Fu Feifei on the mountain ridge, I can enjoy myself as a hermit.

I tried to climb the mountain and look ahead, and this mood disappeared with the departure of the swan song.

Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn.

Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest.

The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon.

I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.

This poem was written in Lumeng Mountain. This is a poem about climbing high and looking far in autumn and remembering old friends. When the Double Ninth Festival is coming, I can only entertain myself, looking at the white clouds on the ridge of Beishan as a hermit. I tried to climb the mountain and overlook it, but when I climbed the mountain, my mood had already flown away with Hongyan.

Every evening, the sad mood will be triggered, and the inner interest will also decline with this clear autumn. On the mountain, I always see people returning to the village. They walked across the beach and sat at the ferry to rest, which was very comfortable. From a distance, the forest on the horizon looks like a bright green shepherd's purse, and from a distance, the sandbar on the river looks like a curved moon. When can you bring wine here? Get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.

4. General Comment on Mid-Autumn Mountain Climbing Composition: I miss my parents twice during the festive season, especially when the moon is full and people are tall.

Taking the climbing of the whole family as the breakthrough point, the author remembered the feelings of distant relatives when touching the climbing scene. His inner thoughts are not only the expression of the author's true feelings, but also a vivid description of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the most human festival. The full text is detailed and vivid from the rendering of atmosphere, to the narrative of process, to the description of language and psychological activities. The words are smooth and fresh, eloquent, and childlike.

Suggest changing it into a boutique. Commentator: Wu Xiaoting (a senior primary school teacher) today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Dad suggested that the whole family go hiking together. )

Knowing that my father never liked climbing mountains, I asked curiously, "Why do you want to climb mountains today?" Dad said, "The ancients had the custom of climbing mountains on the Double Ninth Festival. Today, although it is not the Double Ninth Festival, it is also a festival for family reunion. My grandparents are far from home. I hope that the wind energy on the mountain will bring our thoughts to distant relatives. " After listening to my father's words, I came to the top of Baogai Mountain with my parents with a naive heart.

(Through dialogue description, point out the theme of this article; Don't write about the process of climbing mountains, which is in line with the theme of this article, very good. Students can learn from the author's methods in writing. The focus of the narrative is very clear, and other contents are ignored or ignored.

Otherwise, it is not easy to write it all, and it will dilute the theme. The wind on the mountain was so strong that it almost blew me down. The rolled-up gravel stung me. I looked up to my hometown of Hubei, and saw a piece of white clouds and nothing.

Grandpa and grandma have not seen each other for a long time. Are they okay? Are you thinking about me, too? In the past, when my grandfather was around, he cooked me good food and sent me to school. Everything depended on me, not as much as my parents asked. My feeling tells me that they must be watching us from a distance.

But why did grandpa go back? When I grow up, I must bring them to me. I wonder if my grandparents' lives are all right? Are you healthy? Is the weather there as windy as ours? Is it painful to be hit by flying sand? Grasp the description of "wind" and follow the last paragraph "I hope the wind energy on the mountain will bring our thoughts to distant relatives" for nostalgia. This is a simple and natural narrative that comes from touching the scene, which is fascinating and easy to produce * * *. )

I'm thinking in my mind, the appearance of grandparents keeps coming to my mind. Although I seldom call, I miss them very much.

I suddenly feel that somewhere in the depths of this fog, my grandparents are waving to me. At this moment, I feel that the strong wind has spread my thoughts to them.

Although it is imagination, it is more about expressing homesickness and making people think. It's getting dark and we're going down the mountain.

I suddenly remembered the poem "Mountain Holidays Miss Shandong Brothers" by the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei: I am a stranger, and I miss my relatives twice every festive season. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

The author's mind is the same as the artistic conception of this poem, so as to wrap the whole text and emphasize the theme of climbing. )。

5. Who has any poems or sentences about Mid-Autumn Festival (urgently needed)? It means that the moon in Mid-Autumn Festival is particularly round and bright. The moon is white and windy. The moonlight is bright and the breeze is blowing gently. The swaying posture is beautiful because of the soup. Silver light refers to the reflection produced by moonlight. When the moon is bright, a bright moon is high in the sky. The joy of family reunion ..

People are happy when they are happy, and their families are prosperous. Happy holidays, good health, win if you get what you want.

The moon is round and the heart is sweet. A pair of beautiful women, under the moon and before the flowers.

You and I are one, and the seas run dry and the rocks crumble. Mid-Autumn Festival-Missing: Sorry I can't enjoy the moon with you; But my love has melted you into a full moon, let all lovers know; I love you! I miss you when the moon is short, and I miss you when the moon is full. No matter whether the moon is full or not, my heart silently blesses you like eternal moonlight. I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival. Heaven is still our neighbor, and the moon is thousands of miles away. I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Let the full moon revolve around your dreams! Send a round cake, a round heart, a round feeling and a round dream.

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Mid-Autumn Festival, send you a moon cake, brand-true feelings, ingredients-thoughts+blessings, manufacturer-friends, shelf life-100 year. The bright moon is priceless, and thousands of mountains are affectionate.

Thousands of miles to ask about peace? Send my thoughts away. It's a long road in Xiu Yuan, and it's hard to think about it.

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! I always feel that the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival is not bright, because in my heart, there are tears that I miss you, brighter than him. You are really happy. Chang 'e sent you moon cakes, wishing you a good mood every day. Concentric moon cakes are accompanied by missed green tea, just like my blessing and mourning for you: sweet and long! The Mid-Autumn Festival is particularly round, and the cakes are sweeter in the stuffing. People look forward to reunion in festivals and send a blessing to warm their hearts-happy holidays! You, me, him, till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, add a shadow to make seven people after drinking.

Say friendship, say wine, it's cool in autumn! Remember the World Trade Organization this Mid-Autumn Festival; The stock market goes down and the RMB goes up; SARS has been driven away, so it's worth drinking a glass of wine. Grab taro with your left hand and Shatian pomelo with your right hand. The full moon is as beautiful as your smile. The cake is sweet, as sweet as your voice ... On the Mid-Autumn Festival, I enjoy the moon and flowers, eat, drink and be merry, because I miss you so much, and happiness is hand in hand with you; Three or two pieces of tofu and four pieces of ginger, what you should pay attention to; Five moon cakes and six sweets, equal communication and reunion. Give Qiu Feng the idea that has been brewing for a long time, and let him interpret the melody of acacia; Let the heart longing for reunion leap into space and narrate the eternal theme under the laurel tree in the moon palace.

On the occasion of Mid-Autumn Festival, may your mood be as refreshing as autumn! Smile like a flower! Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! The full moon, it's time to send blessings. Under the cool breeze and bright moon, I wish you and your family a family reunion. The bright moon is out of reach, and there is nowhere to put my thoughts. Until, holding up my cup, I asked Mingyue and said, Fodor! More money! How happy I am! The moon said that she would arrange beautiful moonlight on the night of August 15th to send my blessing to your eyes. Write it down in your heart. The moon is especially bright in the Mid-Autumn Festival. I give my love to the moon. You are the moon shining in my heart, and I will always be a star blind date. You are the moon cake, I am the stuffing, and we will always meet. You are a kite, I am a thread, chasing you; You are the bright moon, I am the spring, round and complete for ten thousand years! Separated by 108 thousand miles, but bathed in the same moonlight, ushered in the same festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, let the moonlight send my blessing: reunion, happy every day! The Mid-Autumn Festival is full moon, and the moon cakes are sweet.

Ping 'an stuffing, happy skin, RMB box, platinum rope. Send blessings as express delivery and attach business cards as reunion.

Send you a mid-autumn moon cake, ingredients: sincerity+happiness; Shelf life: life; Nutrition: warmth+autumn full moon hanging in the sky, prodigal heart missing Tim; The lonely Chang 'e danced in the air, and Bajie was demoted to that; I give you a beautiful heart, and you can be beautiful thousands of miles away. The bright line was at the feet of the leader of my bed. I suspected that it was a guy with teeth on the ground. The guy with a cake was lifting himself to see it. I found it was moonlight and bowed my head and thought about my hometown.

Look at this message, stupid guy! In October, it is round and the moon cakes are sweet. The goddess Chang 'e made the stuffing, the baby Yutu was busy making the skin, the moon sprinkled Yin Hui as the cover, and the starlight made the rope.

May is the Mid-Autumn Festival. I wish you a good mood every day. The bright moon shines in the sky, and beautiful things pile up; I wish you a happy holiday and good luck every day in the future Is it safe to ask thousands of miles? Send my thoughts to you from afar. Love and care, affection and blessing, miss the moon in your heart and look up at the moon in your heart! Clean and bright, bright moon in the sky, sincere hands * * * enjoy two dependencies, love is as sweet as honey. What can you ask for in the cool breeze?

Accompany the moon to the full moon! * * * degrees at this time this life! Bright moon, flashing, hanging in the horizon; Missing, a little bit, connected into a line; Memories, scene after scene, are just around the corner; I hope, year after year, people are round. The Mid-Autumn Festival is particularly bright, and the festive season is doubly homesick.

People are happy when they are happy, and their families are prosperous. Happy holidays, good health, win if you get what you want.

The moon is round and the heart is sweet. A pair of beautiful women, under the moon and before the flowers.

You and I are one, and the seas run dry and the rocks crumble. Mid-Autumn Festival-Missing: Sorry I can't enjoy the moon with you; But my love has melted you into a full moon, let all lovers know; I love you! I miss you when the moon is short, and I miss you when the moon is full. No matter whether the moon is full or not, my heart silently blesses you like eternal moonlight. I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival. Heaven is still our neighbor, and the moon is thousands of miles away. I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Let the full moon revolve around your dreams! Send a round cake, a round heart, a round feeling and a round dream.

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Mid-Autumn Festival, send you a moon cake, brand-true feelings, ingredients-thoughts+blessings, manufacturer-friends, shelf life-100 year. The bright moon is priceless, and thousands of mountains are affectionate.

Thousands of miles to ask about peace? Send my thoughts away. It's a long road in Xiu Yuan, and it's hard to think about it.

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! I always feel that the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival is not bright, because in my heart, there are tears that I miss you, brighter than him. You are really happy. Chang 'e sent you moon cakes, wishing you a good mood every day. Concentric moon cakes are accompanied by missed green tea, just like my blessing and mourning for you: sweet and long! In the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is particularly round, and the cakes are sweeter in the stuffing.

6. On August 15th, an ancient poem entitled Mink, Mid-Autumn Festival.

When is the bright moon,

I take my glass from a distance.

I don't know the palace in heaven,

What year is tonight?

I want to go home in the wind,

I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu,

It's too cold at the top,

Dance to see the shadows,

What is it like?

Zhuge,

Low-level families,

Take a sleepless photo.

There should be no hatred,

What road is there to go?

People have joys and sorrows,

The moon is cloudy and sunny,

This matter is ancient and difficult to complete.

Wish people a long time,

Thousands of miles * * * ChanJuan.

1, ancient poem: bright moon with night light

The bright moon shines that night, promoting the singing of the East Wall.

Yuheng refers to Meng Dong, and the stars are vivid.

Thousands of years of exposure to weeds, the season suddenly changes.

In the woods of Qiu Chan, this mysterious bird died peacefully.

Yesterday, I was a friend of the same family, holding high and shaking six purlins.

If you don't want to join hands, you will abandon me like a relic.

There is a fight between the north and the south, and the morning glory does not bear the yoke.

What's the use of not having a solid name?

2. Ancient Poetry: Bright Moon, He Jiaojiao

Moon how bright, shine on my bed.

Too sad to sleep, wandering around in clothes.

Although the guests are happy, it is better to turn back early.

Who should you sue when you leave home alone?

Back to my room, tears stained my clothes.

Step 3 complain about songs

Newly cracked, fresh and clean as frost and snow.

Cut into acacia fans, round like the bright moon.

In and out of your arms, shaking the breeze.

I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come, and the coolness will take away the heat.

If you give up your donation, your kindness will be lost.

Mid-Autumn Poetry-Tang Poetry

1. Li Bai: Guan Shanyue

A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds.

The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.

At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.

This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.

The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes.

The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.

7. Poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival full moon describe the beautiful sentence of the moon ★ The tired moon hides in the clouds to rest, leaving only a few stars as if watching.

★ The moon hangs obliquely in the sky, smiling, and the stars are crowded with the Milky Way, blinking. ★ A full moon rises, like a bright lamp, hanging high in the sky.

★ The moon opened its eyes wide and looked kindly at the villages and fields, much like a polished copper plate. ★ As the full moon rises, a soft smile appears on her silvered face.

★ The bright full moon has been lifted to the sky by the distant blue mountain. ★ The moon is round, like a spinning wheel, spinning her romantic reverie.

★ At night, it is very quiet. A full moon like a jade plate passes through the clouds, and the faint moonlight shines on the earth. ★ An apricot full moon climbed out of the mountain mouth and threw its reflection into the lake.

★ The full moon is like a yellow lantern, lifted from the eastern horizon and hung in the sky. ★ At night, the full moon rises, and a piece of peace shines on the earth with the silver moonlight.

★ The moon rises gradually. She is dressed in a long white gauze dress, quiet and serene, gentle and generous. Her silver face left a gentle smile through the willow branches.

★ The moon is like a newly married daughter-in-law. Just coming from the eastern horizon, she shyly got into the leaves and hid. ★ The moon is like a weather-beaten old man, slowly combing the glistening moonlight.

★ The moon is like a shy girl, hiding in the clouds for a while, lifting the veil to reveal her charming face for a while, and the whole world is immersed in the dreamy silver gray by moonlight. ★ The moon is so bright that it turns the earth into snow blue, and trees, houses and streets are like a layer of mercury.

★ At the western end of the forest outside the door, the hanging first quarter moon has turned into a golden watermelon, not a curved eyebrow. ★ In the morning, the waning moon is like a pebble that has lost its luster and is thrown in the horizon.

★ A crescent moon is like a white pear, quietly blooming in the light blue sky. ★ The night sky is starry, and the moon is like a fishing boat, as if sailing in a wide silver river.

★ The moon is like a bow, winding in the sky. ★ A crescent moon rises from the distant forest. It's as white as freshly extracted silver.

★ A crescent moon, like a silver sickle, sticks out from the dark mountain peak. ★ A crescent moon rises, like a jade carving banana embedded in the sky, with bright blue light.

★ A crescent moon is like a boat, with its pointed bow facing upwards, rowing on the calm lake in the middle of the night, which gives me a feeling. ★ A crescent moon hangs high in the deep blue sky, and the clear water shines on the earth.

★ The crescent moon is like a golden boat moored among the branches. Passion burning like fire, passion shaking everything like a hurricane, passion flowing down like a waterfall, passion crackling like firecrackers, how could my youth be without them! In fact, everything is passionate, and it is more beautiful and elegant because of passion.

Flowers are the passion of plants, thunder and lightning are the passion of clouds, waves are the passion of rivers, wind is the passion of air, sunshine is the passion of morning, galloping of horses is the passion of grassland ... It is the passion that makes our hearts thump as exciting as drums; It is passion that makes our blood surge like the tide; It is passion that makes our courage erupt like a volcano; It is passion that releases our strength like a hammer; It is passion that makes us flap our wings gently and fly to the ideal of hanging high; It's passion, let's stride towards distant goals. It is passion, let our fists hold high some vows; It's passion. Let's hold on to some beliefs. In a word, it is passion that makes our life enter the most enthusiastic state.

Life without passion is like a story without climax, like a peacock without a screen, like a bowstring without a full moon, like the water is always warm and boiling, like a football match without a shot, like a mountain without a summit. Let us face the cliff and have the passion to climb; Facing the sea, there is a passion for surfing; Facing the starry sky, there is a passion to look up; Facing the land, there is a passion for farming; Facing the runway, there is a passion for sprinting; Facing books, there is a passion to study hard, and facing problems, there is a passion to ask questions; Facing the competition, have the passion to beat the opponent; In the face of failure, I have the passion to get up after falling.

Life has given us a huge and infinitely noble gift, that is, youth: full of strength, full of expectation, willingness, full of ambition to learn and struggle. Wu Rui Festival is coming, I send you a sweet zongzi: with fragrant blessings as leaves, generous tolerance as meters, gentle reminders as stuffing, and then wrapped with silk thread of friendship. I hope you can taste the beauty of life and the feelings of May 5.

In fact, life is like four seasons; Innocent childhood is the spring of life, passionate youth is the summer of life, steady middle age is the autumn of life, and rickety old age is the winter of life. The deceased is like this, youth is no longer there, and the aging of the body is a natural law. As long as people keep their inner spring, life will always be young.

People have physical youth, which is measured by age and body; There is also psychological youth, measured by thoughts and mentality. Some people, when they are young, have no long-term aspirations and are unhappy, and they are already aging when they are young; Some people are old, but full of vigor, but they are always young when they are old.

Physical youth is like a beautiful flower, but it can't bloom forever; Psychological youth, like pine and cypress, can be proud of the wind and frost of time. Always eager for maturity, but want to stick to it forever, always want to gain success, but the efforts made unexpectedly fail; I always want to have a clear sky of my own, but I can't get out of the sad rainy season; I always want to be chic, but I can't change that loneliness.

It is not until the age when youth is gone that we know how to cherish it. The finite past is based on the present, and the infinite future is based on the present.

Between "the past" and "the future", there is "the present" to make it continuous, eternal and a reality without beginning and end. Ring the bell of the present, and the infinite past and future echo from afar.