Poems describing the moon should be all poems.

1, the moon shines that night

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, the 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?

Step 2 Listen to Moon Poems

Listening to the moon is too clear, and listening to the moon by the building is the clearest.

Skyscrapers turn silently, and medicines jingle.

The music is wide and cold, and the axe is tinkling.

Occasionally, a fragrance blew away Chang 'e's laughter.

3. What is the bright moon?

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 4 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.

Second, Tang and Song Poetry

Looking at the bright moon on the fifteenth night (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.

Guan Shanyue (Li Bai)

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 garrison soldier looked at the remote border town, and his hometown could not help but look sad.

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

Drinking the bright moon alone (Li Bai)

Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.

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.

Night thoughts (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.

The night of August 15th (Don Du Fu)

The full moon flies in the mirror and returns to the heart to fold the 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.

Recalling brothers on a moonlit night (Du Fu)

The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier.

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 and thinking of a distant place (Zhang Jiuling)

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.

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.

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.

There is a bosom under the autumn night and the moon (Meng Haoran)

Autumn moon hangs in the sky and Guanghua 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.

On the night of August 15, the moon was played in Taoyuan (Yuxi, Liu Tang)

Seeing the moon in the dust is also idle, and love is 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.

Clouds want to move under the starry sky, and the sky is cold with joy.

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.

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?

Looking at the moon in the pavilion on the fifteenth night of August (Tang Bai Juyi)

On the evening of August 15 last year, next to 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.

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

It is not enough to transfer to first frost, but it seems a good time to transfer to the later stage.

The curtain leans against the tree, and the feeling is infinite.

I like to listen to the sound of the sheng, and gradually watch the stars lose the south basket.

Who wants to reduce the first round and noon for the cooling power of the school?

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.

Song Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Moon and Ziyou

The bright moon is not higher than the mountain, and the red light is 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.

Will the waves and wind regain their strength before the green fluorescence disappears and turns to the mountains?

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 grass dew in the cold throat.

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 to climb the stairs and look at the moon (fee)

Like Huaihai's eyes, the long sea is as white as silver, and millions of rainbow-like lights are pregnant with pearl oysters.

If there is no labor in the sky, the osmanthus tree will grow long and break the moon.

Zhuang Ni Mid-Autumn Festival (Yuan Haowen)

Strong rice is too thin and narrow, and autumn is cool.

Do you know how difficult it is for children to remember their journey?

The exposed air enters the thatched cottage stream and makes a sound on the stone beach.

In the mountains, the night came, the moon came and the dawn came.

Third, ode to the moon

Su Shi's "Water Tune"

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, Chen Bing got as drunk as a fiddler. He wrote this article and was pregnant with a son.

When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade.

Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? 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's Xijiang Moon

In Huangzhou, I swim in the water at night 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.

Moon in autumn night

At first, we were together. Then call it. There's no reason to see Iraq again. In recent days, I unexpectedly want to eat a big meal again. In respect and leisure, I gathered my eyebrows and sighed. Arouse old worries.

"Returning to Dong for Mid-Autumn Festival" Tianxiang

Overlapping festivals along the river, painting boat 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.

[Man Jianghong] Send Xin Qiji Song in Mid-Autumn Festival.

Go to the West Building before it's too late for Yun Zheyue. But when he called, the jade flute cracked with a loud noise. Who let curling float in the world, the most pitiful to the husband. Ask Chang 'e, lonely and cold, do you have any worries? It should be Fahua.

Jade liquid is full, and Joan's cup is slippery. Dance with long sleeves, sing and swallow saliva. Nine times out of ten, it still needs grinding. It's so late to make a long circle, and human feelings may not see farewell. Put the past and hate together and return to it.

Rachel xiangyin

Can't stay. Time flies, but when Xie Lan is released, the flowers fade, but in an instant. Color clouds are easy to disperse and glass is fragile, which is a problem before inspection. On a romantic night, there are several traces of the past. Endure thinking and memory. This kind of retrospect is broken and eternal. When we reached Xiandao and Guiming Road, there was no news.

deep black

The waning moon is dim, the banquet is dim, and the return is light and cold. Back silver [into public], lonely hall at first sleep, heavy hug, drunk still silent. Don't leak it often, the previous joy is gone, only a pillow is left. Meditate, catch up with the old tour, and the scenery of Shenjing is like a brocade.

I want to throw fruit at my friend and have a farewell party. At that time, I was very drunk. The dance of life flies, and the songs and beads run through it. Before the banquet, it was full of fairy products, which was even more boring and crazy. More Xiangjiang, Phoenix, and Sleep. Hosta disorderly cross, let all Levin, this kind of fun.

Sauvignon Blanc (Beijing prostitute)

Draw drums and noisy streets, blue lights all over the city, and the first month shines in Yancheng. The night view of Jiangque in the capital of Qing Dynasty, with silver arrows and golden stems. Streets crisscross. Go through Pingkangfeng and listen to the music slowly. Phoenix candle shines. There is no incense screen in that house.

For Luo Qi, I can vaguely recognize the old days, and my elegance has faded. Jiao Bo Ye Yan and Qiao Xiao still greeted each other on purpose. On the wall, it is difficult to write deeply and sincerely. I don't know, those famous officials have been arrested, and they have all been reduced in customs over the years.

king

Moon, moon, moon. Competition is still insufficient. Just like the young people in the bridal chamber, they will meet temporarily and leave as they used to.

The small building is on the threshold, which was last year's season. The clear sky is still there, and the night is always disgusting.

Quail day

Blow the residual smoke into the night wind. A bright moon hangs on the porch. Because the road is far away, people are still far away, and my heart is different.

Affectionate and considerate. Yun Lan went back to recognize without a trace. I should have been born in the past, and I love to keep Yuanyang in two places.

Twelve o'clock (autumn night)

At the beginning of the sunset, the light smoke caged the moon, and the wind was like washing. Jue Cui Zhang, Liang Sheng. Gradually enter the slight cold weather. Broken leaves knock on the window, and the west wind fills the courtyard. If you can't sleep, get up. It is even more worrying, and it is worrying, and all kinds of feelings are born together, which are worrying.

God knows, I was worried. The night is always there, clearly beside the bed, watching diligently. The candle is dim, the wine is awake, and Yuan Lai is in a dream.

Come to sleep, get dressed and sit alone with mixed feelings. How can I get benefits, reconcile sex, and then make the rest of the incense quilt? I want to tell God that I will never give up from now on.

Xiangzi

The sky in autumn is not clear, and the chrysanthemum shows that the Double Ninth Festival is coming.

Try thin clothes first, green ants are new.

The weather becomes windy, rainy and cool.

The courtyard at dusk, the feeling of sadness, and the hangover after waking up make the sadness more intense.

How can you stand this long night, when the moon shines on this empty bed?

Listening to the distant sound of changing lanes, the long and sharp crickets, and the long-tune sound, I feel that time has passed too slowly.

[Nian Nujiao] Enjoy the Moon in Mid-Autumn Festival.

Sweet-scented osmanthus floating jade, flowers all over the street in the first month, and the night is as cool as washing. The wind is full of eyebrows and cold, and people are in the Crystal Palace. The dragon is dying, and the view is awkward and ethereal. First frost is everywhere. I want to fly over the colorful clouds.

I remember last evening, wine kiosks and light moon clouds came and went. Qiu Guang, thousands of miles away, did it in the blink of an eye yesterday. The bluebird comes from the west, and Chang 'e reports my courtesy. Send a message, don't be afraid of Shen Zui.

Pan Mingzhiheng looks at the moon in Qinhuai.

May 5 Mid-Autumn Festival, go to Tiger Hill to admire the moon and think of Qinhuai. Look at it a few times, the moonlight is like day, and it is not surprising that Li and Wang are alone among thousands of people. At that time, good listeners gathered in Jinling and heard about it at midnight. In the end, I have seen the beauty of my life in Jinling, and Jin Yi will do it. Qinhuai people said, "If you don't think about it, think about it again." This is a generous stay. Since the first winding, Wu Zha also, a few nights and two nights if suddenly defeated, then people win Wu, non-human victory and emotional victory. Cha Qingxi competed to spread five tones on the shore, and the winner in the pavilion was the true feelings. Then the Pearl of the Yuan Dynasty presented the flute of the colorful girl, which was the sound of its solitary tune. It is a drama, such as Pipa Xing and Princess Pearl, which is even more unique. Regret listening late, entertainment ears shallow. I should give up, but do it again, so that when Wu swims, the stone is willing and easy to vomit, and a spoonful of sword pool can be obtained. As a result of throwing a pen in the air, the moon went up and down, and I was in the middle of a tiger hill, because the song said, "My thoughts are hidden, the moon was born in the wind, and I woke up like a dream." I miss the sea again. Dragon Street is full of colors, and I suddenly swim and play. I hope that the future will remain unchanged. " "

Fourthly, modern poetry.

Hao Yue

Translated by Wei Erlun Gray.

The moon shines on the forest,

On branches and under leaves.

voice

Ah, the people in my heart.

The pond is like a deep mirror.

Reflecting the shadow of the black willow,

The wind whimpered at the willow tips. ...

Dream on, it's time.

Broad and warm peace

Seems to have come down.

A starry sky

This is a happy moment.

Where the moon rises.

Author: Kojima

Moon rises

The sound of a carving returning to the nest.

There are fish jumping out of blue light.

There is a piano playing an old legend.

I don't know whose eyes.

Fall on the birch tree and blink.

Show wisdom and detachment

night

But throw it on the moon.

Infinite tenderness

It was also that night.

Those posted on the window

Grandma cut off the window grilles.

Wrapped in ice flowers

In my dream

It melted.

Zhong Qiu

one

If this is a breakup.

In my young heart

Can I forgive you?

Just like fallen leaves can forgive the rudeness of the wind.

Youth can forgive years for erasing her.

two

Crickets no longer make sounds.

Pomegranate trees are covered with crimson fruits.

The last rain wet the wild roses.

They say the roses by the lake are like songs.

Will you sit under the moon?

Hear me sing

Listen to my song and fly to the mountains.

Fly over the lake

Fly to the full moon

three

Life is a difficult play.

The stage was crowded with people.

No lights, no music.

Only with my loud voice

Sing the song whose name I forgot.

So what?

The years will go on

I don't know when to part again.

four

The moon has risen into the sky.

It turns out that the lake will also have tidal sounds.

It turns out that it is eternal from beginning to end.

Just the full moon and the lack of the moon.

In the pale forest

Autumn chrysanthemum blooms.

below the moon

You and I say goodbye with tears.

1992 10 October 9th

Selected lyric poems (4)

Yu Luosheng

(1) Love.

The future is locked.

Memory has a lock.

Her image has been included in a concentric lock;

Pure heart and joy merge into a river.

Single-minded love merges into a river.

Having her life is a glorious rebirth river!

Picturesque love

This is a radiant spring.

A forest covered with fallen Englishmen

Deep red thoughts piled up in front of my eyes-

Poetic love

This is an exciting chord.

Maybe it's a beautiful fairy in the forest

I have finished reading the wishes in my heart!

(2) Chrysanthemum Flower God

Moonlight through the clouds

Drifting in the chrysanthemum garden

Think about it.

The universe contains mysterious forces.

Can turn back the clock

Back to-

A night that went down in history

Plump chrysanthemum

The same moonlight

Burning incense, praying, there is a woman.

Eyebrows like geese, graceful.

Devotion, hope-

Ah! Man is brighter than the moon.

The story of dixin moon. oh

The wind is clear and the clouds are light.

The smell is far away.

My imagination is like a mermaid.

On the edge of Xinghai

cruise ......

(c) water regeneration

When it just melted from the glacier,

Be fascinated by freedom

Although he is the son of a mountain.

But to the sea.

Because the sea is-

Immortality of water

A big river flows happily!

The company commander can't see the source of its loneliness every day.

Whether it's cloudy or not tomorrow.

Or the howling sea breeze.

Today's waves

They all rush with jumps.

Show off its ownership

(4) farewell

I feel a little heartbroken that you are going to travel far away.

I didn't expect to see you off on a rainy day.

We will all embark on a bleak future.

Prepare for a stormy life.

I will write to you. ...

I won't ask you on the way.

Does the sky ring or not?

There is no wind around;

Just asking you about the trip.

Do you have an umbrella in your hand?

Is there a rainbow in the sky? ...

Verb (abbreviation of verb) prose appreciation

Moon in Mid-Autumn Festival

Zhou Zuoren

Dunli Chen wrote "Yanjing Age" and said, "The August Festival of Jingshi Day is also the Mid-Autumn Festival. Every Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhumen, the official residence, presents mooncakes and fruits. At the full moon in May, Chen presented melons and fruits to the imperial court as the moon, willing to make cockscomb flowers with edamame. It's just the right time, the clouds are scattered and the children are noisy. This is really called a festival. However, when offering the moon, most men don't worship, so the capital says the sun, men don't Yue Bai, and women don't sacrifice stoves. " This book was written 40 years ago, and the customs seem to have not changed much so far. Although people's livelihood has changed, and everything is five times more than two years ago, I'm afraid I won't give up eating moon cakes on Mid-Autumn Festival, but I may not be interested in enjoying the moon. Originally, it was just a pleasure for literati, till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon. The autumn is crisp and the moonlight is particularly bright, which is even more interesting. It is specially designated as a festival. If it is not very interesting among the people, it is probably an accounting matter, followed by moon cakes. I recall the general view of the moon in rural areas, which is quite different from that of scholars. Commonly known as mother-in-law, the Mid-Autumn Festival provides vegetarian moon cakes, fruits and old pumpkins, as well as a bowl of cold water for women and children to worship, dip their fingers in water to draw their eyes and wish them cool. I believe that there is a mother-in-law tree in the middle of the month, and one branch falls on the ground in the autumn night, which is also like the so-called moonlight. Unfortunately, if it falls on people, it will become a strange disease, or the head will be as big as a bucket, but it is possible to take out the treasure. The moon is a monster in astronomy, full and short, and changeable. It called the tide, which the ancients thought was related to women's lives. Stranger still, it has a subtle relationship with mental patients. In Latin, it is called solar moonlight disease, which seems to be comparable to solar radiation disease. Of course, modern doctors don't admit this statement, but I still believe it. I'm not saying that interval attacks are all the same. I really think the moon has its terrible side, which may have an impact on people who are flustered. Many years ago, I came out from Kou's house in Dongcheng at night. On the way, I saw a dark yellow waning moon hanging in the dark sky. It looks sad. I think we modern urbanites still feel this way. What about people who lived in primitive times? Living under a cave, I was in a bad mood when I met this scene. At night, I listened to the exposure of jackals and the chirping of birds. No, even without the harassment of these animals, the threat of the moon alone is enough. It's just a monster, and other foreign objects like to appear on a moonlit night. This is just a cloud encounter, just a walk-on When the moon is gradually round, it looks more and more kind. Before and after three days is almost a rich man's face. No wonder many people are happy, but there is always a cold air that can't be dispersed anyway. I'm afraid the word "Qiongzi, it's too cold at the top" can well embody the spirit of the bright moon. It doesn't matter whether the legendary loyalty and love are pinned on it now, let's call it a day. In a word, I'm not interested in enjoying the moon, and neither is enjoying the snow and rain. Because I am still too afraid and love nature, I can't believe that I have defeated it, so some civilized people enjoy it because of my little fate. The significance of Mid-Autumn Festival, in my personal opinion, eating moon cakes is almost more important than watching the moon, and I can't pay off my debts to eat moon cakes, but I still really think about the villagers.

Don Wang Wei: I don't see the goose feet in my hometown, but the crescent moon spits moths and eyebrows.

Don Zhang: The spring tide is here, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.

Tao Jin Yuanming: In spring and autumn, there are many strange peaks in Xia Yun, bright autumn moon and solitary pine in Dongling.

Don Li He: The desert is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook.

Song Yan Dao Ji: At that time, Mingyue was there and she had gone home according to the colorful clouds.

Don Liu Yuxi: Dongting was born in the middle of the autumn lake, and the waves are like molten gold.

Don Bai Juyi: * * When you look at the bright moon, you should cry, because the hearts of five places are all sick because of one wish.

Don Zhang Xu Ruo: Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.

Xiao family in Qing dynasty: three seas swallow the moon, and the Great Wall locks the mountains.

Don Du Fu: He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight at home is! .

Zhang Qing Yan Hui: Plum blossom snow, pear blossom moon, total acacia. Naturally, spring comes before you know it.

Tang Du Fu: The sky is far away, and the moon is always lonely.

Liang Qing Zhang Ju: The breeze and the bright moon are priceless, and there are feelings near the mountains and far away from the water.

Stone: The new moon is like a beautiful woman. It was dyed at the beginning of going out to sea.

Ouyang Xiu of Song Dynasty: On the moon, the willows shoot, and people meet after dusk.