Translate poetry.

1. Poems of the Han and Wei dynasties

1. The bright moon shines brightly at night, causing the weaving to sing on the east wall.

Yuheng refers to Mengdong, how can all the stars align.

The white dew hastened to settle down? The benzene gums hastened to live?

The autumn cicadas chirped among the trees, and the black birds passed away peacefully.

In the past, my fellow disciples held high and vibrated the six feathers.

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

There is a fight in the south and the north, and the oxen cannot bear the yoke.

What good is a false reputation if there is no solid foundation?

2. Tingyue Poetry

Tingyue Tower is connected to Taiqing, and Tingyue Tower is the most distinct.

The sky is buzzing and the ice is spinning, and the jade pestle is tinkling when medicine is being pounded.

The sound of music played in Guanghan is thin, and the axe, Dangui and osmanthus jingle.

Occasionally, a gust of fragrant wind blew up, blowing away Chang'e's laughter.

3. How bright is the bright moon?

How bright is the bright moon? It shines on my bed curtains.

Sorrowful and unable to sleep, I pick up my clothes and wander around.

Although it is a happy trip, it is better to return home early.

When I go out and feel alone, who should I sue for my worries?

The leader returned to the room and shed tears on his clothes.

4. Song of Resentment

The new cracks are pure and fresh, as fresh and clean as frost and snow.

Cut it into an albizia fan, which looks like a bright moon.

Going in and out of your sleeves, shaking in the breeze.

I am often afraid that when autumn comes, the coolness will overtake the heat.

Abandon the donation box and put it in the basket, and the kindness will be eliminated.

2. Poems of the Tang and Song Dynasties

Watching the Moon on the Fifteenth Night (Wang Jian)

The white trees in the courtyard are covered with crows, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently.

Tonight the moon is bright as far as the eye can see, and I don’t know who is missing in my autumn thoughts.

Guan Shanyue (Li Bai)

The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds.

The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass.

The Han Dynasty descended to the Baideng Road, and the Hu took a peek at the Qinghai Bay.

The land was conquered, but no one returned.

The garrison guests looked at the border towns, thinking about returning home with many sad faces.

The tall building is like this night, and I have no time to sigh.

Drinking alone under the moon (Li Bai)

A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.

Toast a glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people.

The moon does not know how to drink, but its shadow follows me.

While the moon is about to be shadowed, we must have fun until spring.

My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.

They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk.

We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan.

Ye Si (Li Bai)

The moonlight shines brightly in front of the bed, and it is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown.

Moonlight Night (Liu Fangping)

The moonlight is deeper than half of the house, and the Beidou is tilted to the south.

Tonight I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green window screen.

Chang'e (Li Shangyin)

The candle shadow on the mica screen is deep, and the long river gradually sets and the dawn stars sink.

Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and her heart will be filled with blue sea and blue sky every night.

The moon on the night of August 15th (Du Fu, Tang Dynasty)

The full moon flies into the bright mirror, returning to the heart to fold the sword.

Wandering around the earth is far away, climbing the osmanthus and looking up to the sky.

There is frost and snow on the waterway, and feathers can be seen on the forest habitat.

Looking at the white rabbit at this time, I want to count the hair.

Reminiscing about my brother-in-law (Du Fu) on a moonlit night

The sound of drums interrupting the pedestrian movement is heard by the sound of wild geese in the autumn.

The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.

My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.

The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops did not stop.

Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan (Zhang Jiuling)

The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

Lover complains about the distant night, but lovesickness arises at night!

When the candle is extinguished, it is filled with pity and light, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.

I can’t bear to give it away, but I still have a good night’s sleep.

Shuangyue (Li Shangyin)

When I first heard that Zhengyan has no cicadas,

A hundred-foot-high water reaches the sky.

The young girl Su'e can withstand the cold.

She fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon.

There is a pregnant woman under the moon in the autumn night (Meng Haoran)

The bright moon hangs in the autumn sky, moistened by the dew.

The startled magpies have not settled yet, and the flying fireflies roll in behind the curtain.

The cold shadows of the locust tree in the courtyard are sparse, and the neighboring pestle sounds urgently at night.

How long the good times are! Standing looking at the sky.

Playing with the Moon in Taoyuan on the 15th night of August (Liu Yuxi, Tang Dynasty)

My heart feels free when I see the moon in the dust, especially in the Qingqiu Fairyland.

The condensed light and long cold dew fall, standing on the highest mountain at this time.

There are no clouds in the blue sky, and there is no wind, and there are pines growing on the mountains and water flowing down from the mountains.

Looking at the group of animals leisurely, the sky is high and the sky is thousands of miles apart.

The young master led me to the jade altar and invited me to the real immortal official.

The clouds are about to move under the stars, and Tianle makes a sound that makes his muscles and bones feel cold.

The golden clouds and clouds gradually move eastward, and the shadows of the wheel are still seen frequently.

Beautiful scenery and good times are hard to come by again, so he should feel melancholy on this day.

Mid-Autumn Moon (Yan Shu)

Ten rounds of frost shadows turn around the courtyard. This night, people are alone in the corner.

It is not necessarily that Su'e has no regrets about the jade toad and the cold osmanthus flower.

Mid-Autumn Moon (Su Shi)

The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with the clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently.

This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?

Looking at the Moon in Huanting Pavilion on the Night of August 15th (Tang Bai Juyi)

On the night of August 15th in the past year, I was at the apricot garden beside the Qujiang Pool.

On the night of August 15th this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Penpu.

Looking to the northwest, where is my hometown? To the southeast, I can see how full the moon is.

No one could catch the wind yesterday, but tonight the light is as clear as in previous years.

Waiting for the Moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival (Lu Guimeng)

The lack of frost has turned to the late good wind, which seems to be a good time.

The curtains are leaning and the trees are separated from each other by infinite candles and the faint fragrance remains. Sit without hesitation

I love Sheng tunes and listen to the music in the north. I gradually see the stars and lose the South Kei

Who is the school's cool force and the power of the school is about to decrease at the beginning of the year and at noon

Tianzhu Temple Eight Guizi on the night of the 15th day of the lunar month (Tangpi day off)

The jade stone fell under the moon wheel and was found in front of the palace.

Nothing happens in heaven so far, it should be thrown to people by Chang'e.

"Seeing the Moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival and Ziyou" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

The bright moon is not high in the mountains, and the auspicious light is thousands of feet long.

The silver cup is not empty yet, and the chaotic clouds break away like crashing waves.

Whoever washes his eyes for God should use thousands of dendrobium water from Minghe River.

So I looked coldly at the people in the world, and I couldn't bear to look at Zhanran.

The sparks in the southwest are like projectiles, and the horns and tails are bright and clear.

Tonight I can’t see anything, but the fireflies are fighting to clear away the cold.

Who made a boat in Bian yesterday? Thousands of lights made fish and dragons change at night.

Chasing the waves carelessly through twists and turns, going to the festival with a low head and following the song board.

The green light disappears before turning around the mountain, but the waves and winds will not be strong again.

The bright moon is easy to be low and people are easy to disperse. When you return to drink, you will pay more attention to it.

The moonlight in front of the hall becomes clearer and clearer, and the throat is cold and the grass is dew.

No one is around when the roller blinds are pushed open. Only Old Chu is mute under the window.

Don’t be ashamed of poverty in Nandu, and there are several people who write poems about the moon.

The personnel affairs of the Ming Dynasty follow the sunrise, and suddenly I have a dream of a Yaotai guest.

Going up to the tower to look at the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival (Song Dynasty Mifu)

The Huaihai Sea is as full as silver, and thousands of rainbow lights nurture the treasures of clams.

If there is no moon door in the sky, the osmanthus branches will support the westward wheel.

Nizhuang Mid-Autumn Festival (Yuan Haowen)

The days are too thin and the clothes are narrow and the autumn is already cold

Children look back at each other and remember how difficult it is to travel

The sound of dew flowing into the thatched cottage stream is noisy on the stone beach

I never saw the moon at night in the mountains until dawn

3. Poems about chanting the moon

Su Shi's "Shui Tiao" "Gotou"

Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, I was drunk and drunk at the end of the day, I wrote this article, and I was pregnant with my child

When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky? I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places.

Dancing to clear the shadow, how can it be like being in the human world? Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.

Su Shi's "Moon on the West River"

I am in Huangzhou, walking on the Qishui River on a spring night. Go to a restaurant to drink and get drunk. Riding the moon to a bridge over a stream, he untied his saddle and bent his arms, and lay down drunk for a short rest. It's already known. The mountains are crowded together and the flowing water is sonorous, which seems to be something other than the human world. This sentence is written on the bridge pillar.

The waves are shining brightly in the wild, and the sky is faintly visible across the sky. The barrier of mud has not been resolved, and the arrogance of jade is not solved. I want to get drunk and sleep on the fragrant grass. It's a pity that the wind and moon in the stream can't be taught to crush Qiong Yao. Undressing the saddle and pillowing on the green poplar bridge, Du Yu heard the spring dawn.

Autumn Night Moon

At first we gathered and dispersed. Then he called her, and there was no reason to meet her face again. In recent days, there will be a feast again unexpectedly. In front of the Lord, in his spare time, he frowned and sighed. It stirs up old sorrows endlessly.

"The Mid-Autumn Banquet Initiated by Hui Dong Tiju" by Wen Tianxiang of the Song Dynasty

The clear ice of the painting boat is reflected on the river; when the moon is over, the glass is raised, and the fragrant bottles are filled with green water. Worship the falling stars, and make appointments with the bright moon. The city is full of wind and rain, but fortunately the Double Ninth Festival is so close; the country and the mountains are as picturesque as ever before when we visited Red Cliff. The reward is paid by the straw, and the cloth is handed over to the wheel.

[Manjianghong] Mid-Autumn Festival Sends Far Away by Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty

Hurry up to the west tower, fearing that the sky will release and the floating clouds will cover the moon. But the jade-fiber horizontal flute cracked with a single blow. Whoever makes curling in the floating world has the most pity for the jade ax repair season. Ask Chang'e, if she is lonely and cold, if she has any worries, she should have a beautiful hair.

The jade liquid is full and the cup is slippery. Lift up your long sleeves and sing loudly. Sigh, eighty-nine times out of ten, the desire is still lacking. If it's such a long night, the favor may not be appreciated. Turn the past and separation into joy and say it when you return.

Autumn pistil fragrance is cited

Cannot be kept. Time rushes by, the fragrant orchids rest, and the good flowers fade, but only in a moment. The colorful clouds are easy to scatter and the glass is brittle, which indicates the troubles ahead. On a windy and moonlit night, there are several old traces. Can't bear to think about it. Looking away this time, we will be separated forever. Towards the Immortal Island and on the road back to the underworld, there is no news about either of them.

Xuanqing

The waning moon is hazy, the small banquet is dim, and it is cold and cold when I return. Carrying silver on my back, I fell asleep alone in the pavilion. I hugged a heavy quilt, and I was drunk and still silent. Time passes by again and again, the joy of the past is gone, and the sadness of separation is just a pillow. Thinking secretly, chasing old memories, the scenery of Shenjing is like a brocade.

I wanted to throw fruit to my friends and had a banquet. I drank heavily at that time. The dancing swallows fluttered and sang, and in front of the Dai Banquet, there were all the gods and immortals. At the end of the night, it became even more sparse and crazy. More generals sleep in phoenix curtains and mandarin ducks. Jade hairpins are in disorder, and they are scattered all over the high sun. This joy

Sauvignon Blanc (Beijing prostitute)

Painted drums noisy streets, orchid lanterns fill the city, and the bright moon shines on the city. The night view of Jiangque, the capital of the Qing Dynasty, with silver arrows flying in the wind and golden stems exposed. The alleys are criss-crossed. Passing the Pingkang bridle, listen to the singing slowly.

Phoenix candles flicker. That person did not cover up the incense screen.

Looking towards the Luoqi bush, I can vaguely recognize the old days, with a light and graceful attitude. She is charming and charming, her smile is still there, and she greets you with intention. The wall is about to be painted, and it is difficult to write sincerity for a long time. Little did he know that famous eunuchs were detained and interrogated, and their charm had been reduced over the years.

Looking at the Han Moon

The bright moon, the bright moon, the bright moon. The struggle for success is still lacking. Just like young bridegrooms, they meet for a while and then part ways.

It was last year at the threshold of the small building. Thousands of miles of clear light remains the same, the night is eternal and the people are tired of it.

Partridge Sky

The remaining smoke blows into the night wind. A bright moon hangs above the curtain. Because the road is far away, people are still far away, even though our hearts are still in the same bed.

Emotional and profound. Biyun returned without a trace. Only in the past life, love caged the mandarin ducks in two places.

Twelve o'clock (autumn night)

It is clear in the evening, the moon is covered with light smoke, and the wind is like a wash of toad light. Feel the green tent and the coolness, giving rise to autumn thoughts. The weather is getting colder. Falling leaves knock on the window, the west wind fills the courtyard, and I can't get up after sleeping. There is more leakage in the throat, dripping worries, and all kinds of emotions are arising, all of which are leaving people worried.

Who knows, at that time, the sentence was very touching. Sometimes in the night, Mingming lies on his pillow and stares at the ground diligently. When the candle is dark, I wake up from wine, and Yuan Lai is in a dream again.

Come to bed and sit alone with your clothes on, all kinds of feelings without hope. How can I come, harmonize the clouds and rain, and then arrange the remaining fragrant quilts? I pray to heaven that I will never abandon you from now on.

Xingxiangzi

The sky and the autumn light turn into love and sorrow, and Jinying knows that the Double Ninth Festival is approaching.

Thin clothes are a first try, green ants are a new taste.

Gradually there is wind, rain and coolness.

The courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken at dusk, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I am worried about the past.

In that eternal night, the bed is empty under the bright moon.

When you hear the sound of an anvil being pounded, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long.

[Niannujiao] Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon Ming Wen Zhengming

Osmanthus flowers and jade fill the streets in the first month, and the night is as cool as a wash. The wind is blowing, my eyebrows are cold and my bones are cold, I am in the Crystal Palace. The dragons are crouching, the temples are swaying, and misty music and songs are boiling. The frost is all over the ground, and it wants to fly across the colorful clouds.

I remember last year on this eve, I was drinking wine at the creek pavilion, and the pale moon and clouds came and went. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were no longer a dream yesterday, but the autumn scenery is like this in the blink of an eye. The green bird comes to the west, Chang'e repays me, and the good times are approaching. A message to my husband and wife, don’t let Guanghan get drunk.

"Looking at the Moon at Qinhuai" by Pan Zhiheng, Ming Dynasty

On the Mid-Autumn Festival in Wuwu, when I climb Tiger Hill to see the moon, I miss Qinhuai. After several glances, the moon was as bright as day, and Li Ji, Jin and Wang, were the only ones to be seen among thousands of people, but the moon couldn't be more surprising. At that time, all those who were good at music gathered in Jinling and listened to it at midnight. At the end of the day, I lived in Jinling and had seen Yuanpo seven times. As soon as Jin was about to leave, the people of Qinhuai said: "Hu Ming didn't think about it. He thought about it and left. He will think about it again." He stopped with emotion. Since the winding of the string, it has been like Wu Zha. If it lasts for almost two nights and suddenly loses it, then people may be better than Wu. It is not people who win but love. The sound of Wu is heard competing on the banks of the Qingxi River, and the one who wins with true love in the pavilion will present Yuan Nu's pearls and colorful girls' flutes, and with their unique tunes are the sounds of green clouds. They are dramas, such as pipa and pearls, which are even more strange. Jue, I regret that I heard about it late and my ears are shallow. I should have abandoned Wu Si and read it again. I ordered him to travel to Wu. The pieces of stone are all willing, but they can be easily flat. A spoon in the sword pond shines like a sea seal. As I threw the pen in the air, the clouds opened and the moon came out, and I suddenly found myself among the tiger hills. Because the song said: "My thoughts are hidden in the clouds. I am born in the moon and die in the wind. Suddenly I feel like I am dreaming and I am waking up. I am thinking about the sea again. , the dragon street is bright and the phoenixes are colorful, and I suddenly come to play, I hope it will not change for a long time. "

Four, modern poetry

The bright moon

Dharma. Translated by Verlaine ○ Gray

The bright moon shines in the woods

On the branches and under the leaves

It makes a sound

Ah, my heart people on.

The pond is like a deep mirror,

reflecting the black willow shadow,

the wind is weeping in the willow tops...

Dream it up, it’s time.

The vast, warm tranquility

It seems to be walking down

the starry sky

This is a happy moment.

Where the Moon Rises

Author: Xiaodao

The Moon Rises

There is the sound of an eagle returning to its nest

There are fish jumping out of the blue light

There is the sound of the piano interpreting ancient legends

Many unknown eyes

Falling on the white birch trees and blinking

Revealing wisdom and arrogance

At night

But throwing it to the moon

Infinite tenderness

It was also that night

Those pasted on the window

Window grilles cut out by grandma

Wrapped in ice flowers

In my dream< /p>

Melted

Mid-Autumn Festival

One

If that counts as a separation

In my young heart

Can I forgive you?

Just like the falling leaves can forgive the wild wind for being rude

Youth can forgive the years for erasing her

II

The crickets stopped making noise

The pomegranate tree was covered with red fruits

The last rain soaked the wild roses

(They say the roses by the lake like to sing)

Will you sit under the moon

Listen to me singing

Listen to my songs and fly into the mountains< /p>

Flying across the lake

Flying to the full moon

三

Life is a difficult play

On the stage surrounded by people

No lights and no music

Only my loud voice

Singing the song whose name I forgot< /p>

So what?

The years will continue

I don’t know when we will be separated again

Four

The moon has risen to mid-air

It turns out that the lake also has the sound of tide

It turns out that the only thing that remains unchanged from beginning to end

is that the moon is full and the moon is waxing and waning

< p>In the pale forest

Autumn chrysanthemums bloom

Under the moon

You and I said goodbye with tears

October 9, 1992 Day

Selected Lyrical Poems (4 pieces)

Yu Luosheng

(1) Love

The future has a lock

Memory has a lock

Her image has been locked into a concentric lock;

The clear heartbeats merge into a river

A collection of dedicated love Chenghe

With her, her life is a river of glorious rebirth!

Picturesque love

It is spring with rays of sunshine

The forest paved with fallen leaves

The red longings pile up in front of you - -----

Poetic love

is an exciting heartstring

Maybe the beautiful fairy in the forest has understood it

The shining wish in my heart!

(2) Chrysanthemum God

The moonlight passing through the clouds

Floating on the chrysanthemums in a garden

Wandering towards the future

p>

The universe contains mysterious power

You can turn back time

Go back to -------

A night recorded in history< /p>

Beautiful chrysanthemums

The same moonlight

Burn incense, pray, there is a woman

Slim and graceful with eyebrows like goose and daisy

Be pious and look up to -------

Ah! People are brighter than the moon

The moon of Diao Chan

The wind is clear and the clouds are light< /p>

The fragrance is far away

My imagination is like a mermaid

Swimming on the edge of the sea of ??stars

Cruising...

(3) The rebirth of water

When it just melted from the glacier

I was fascinated by freedom

Although I am a son of the mountain

But rush to the sea

Because the sea is--

The immortality of water

A big river flows happily!

Even the long sky cannot see the source of its loneliness

No matter tomorrow is waiting for rain clouds

or the howling sea breeze

< p>Today's waves

are all jumping with joy

showing off their possessions

(4) Farewell

When you are about to leave I was a little heartbroken when we left

I didn’t expect that the sky would be raining when I said goodbye

We will all embark on a uncertain future

Be prepared to weather the storm Life

I will write to you...

I won’t ask you on the way

Whether the sky is thundering

Scraping beside you It's not windy;

Just asking about your journey

Do you have an umbrella in your hand

Is there a rainbow in the sky...

5. Appreciation of prose

The Moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival

Zhou Zuoren

Dun Lichen's "Yanjing Chronicles" says: "The August Festival on the day of the capital is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Also. Every Mid-Autumn Festival, all the noble families in the mansion present moon cakes and fruits. When the fifteenth month is full, melons and fruits are put in the courtyard to offer the moon, and edamame cockscombs are given as blessings.

This is the time when the sky is bright, the colorful clouds are beginning to disperse, cups are being passed around and cups are being washed, and children are noisy. It is truly a festival. However, when offering sacrifices to the moon, many men do not kowtow to worship. Therefore, as the proverb of the capital says, men do not worship the moon and women do not worship the stove. "This record was written forty years ago, and the customs seem to have not changed much to this day. Although people's livelihood has been improved, and the number of goods has increased five times compared to two years ago, I am afraid that people still refuse to give up eating moon cakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and they may not be interested in admiring the moon. That's it. Originally, raising a glass to invite the moon was just a taste of the literati. The autumn air was crisp and the moonlight was exceptionally bright. It was even more interesting to designate this day as a festival. If there is not much interest among the people, it is probably because it is more important to settle accounts and the moon cakes are not available. Secondly, I recall the common opinions on the moon in the countryside, and I feel that this is quite different from that of literati and scholars. In the Mid-Autumn Festival, vegetarian moon cakes, fruits and old pumpkins are served, and a bowl of cold water is given to women and children to dip their fingers in. Water coats the eyes, wishing them coolness. It is believed that there is a Suppa tree in the middle of the moon, and a branch falls on the world during the Mid-Autumn Festival. This is also the so-called moonlight, but unfortunately if it falls on a person, it will cause a strange disease, or the head will be as big as a bucket. , must be disconnected to get out the treasure. The moon is a kind of monster in astronomy. It waxes and wanes with many variations. The tide is called by it. The ancients believed that it is related to women's lives and even more strangely, it is related to mental illness. There is also a subtle relationship between the two. The Latin name for this disease is sun-lunar disease, as if it can be compared with sun-ray disease. Of course, modern doctors do not admit this statement, but I still believe it. It is not that the intervals are similar. I really feel that the moon is different. It has its scary side, and it is possible that it will have an impact on people suffering from anxiety. Many years ago, when I was walking from my home in Dongchengkou at night, I saw a deep yellow waning moon hanging in the dark sky. , it looks very miserable. I think we modern urbanites still feel this way. How about people who lived in primitive times in ancient times? Living under a cave, encountering such a scene, listening to the howling of jackals and the singing of birds at night, it is about I'm not in a good mood - no, even if there are no harassment from these beasts, the intimidation of the moon alone is enough. It is simply a monster. All kinds of other foreign objects like to appear on moonlit nights. This is just a meeting of the wind and clouds. It was just a sideshow. When the moon gradually became rounder, its appearance gradually became kinder. Looking at the three days before and after, it almost looked like the face of a rich man. No wonder it made many people happy, but there was always a cold air, no matter what. No matter what, it still can't be removed. I'm afraid that "the jade characters in Qionglou are too cold at high places." Dongpo's words can well describe the spirit of Mingyue. Whether the legendary loyalty and love is contained in it, we don't know now. It’s so important that we can leave it aside. In short, I have no interest in admiring the moon, nor in admiring the snow or the rain. I am still afraid of nature more than I love it, and I cannot believe that I have overcome it. Therefore, some civilized people’s enjoyment is limited. I have little luck. In my personal opinion, eating moon cakes is more important than looking at the moon, and paying debts is more important than eating moon cakes, but I am still a native.

Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty: There is no wild goose's foot in the hometown book, but the crescent moon is showing its eyebrows.

Zhang Ruoxu of the Tang Dynasty: The tide of the Spring River reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is full of tides

Jin Dynasty. ·Tao Yuanming: The four marshes are full of spring and autumn, there are many strange peaks in the summer, the moon is bright in autumn, and the solitary pine trees are beautiful in the winter ridges.

Li He of the Tang Dynasty: The sand in the desert is like snow, and the moon in Yanshan Mountain is like a hook.

Song Dynasty Yan Jidao: The bright moon was there at that time, and it once illuminated the colorful clouds.

Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty: The autumn moon rises in the center of the lake in Dongting, and the waves are like molten gold.

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty: ***When I look at the bright moon, I should shed tears. My heart is in the same place in five places overnight.

Zhang Ruoxu of Tang Dynasty: Who by the river saw the moon for the first time? When did Jiang Yue shine on people? Life is endless from generation to generation, but the river and the moon are only similar year after year.

Qing Dynasty Xiao's poem: The Liaohai Sea swallows the moon, and the Great Wall locks up the chaotic mountains.

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty: The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.

Zhang Huiyan of the Qing Dynasty: Plum blossoms in the snow, pear blossoms in the moon, always longing for each other. Since spring has come, I will not know it.

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty: The clouds in the sky are far away, and the moon is alone in the eternal night

Liang Zhangju of the Qing Dynasty: The clear breeze and bright moon are priceless, and the mountains and rivers nearby are all sentimental.

Su Shi of the Song Dynasty: The new moon is like a beautiful woman, showing off her beauty for the first time after going to sea.

Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty: On the willow branches above the moon, people meet after dusk.