The setting sun is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night.

Sang Yu, don't be late, because there are still clouds all over the sky.

The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.

The independent bridge is full of sleeves, and Lin Ping returns to the new moon.

Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave the sunset among the flowers.

When will the sunset come back? Helpless, let the flowers fall, Yan returns, deja vu.

Gu Teng old trees faint crow, small bridges flowing water, ancient roads and fine horses, the sun sets, heartbroken people all over the world.

The flat forest is vast and smoky, and the cold mountain area is compassionate.

On a cool night, the moonlight blooms, and I miss the shadow of Lou Yuyao's shop. The sky shines on Qinhuai.

Zhu Lan alone at dusk, southwest crescent.

Attach two favorite songs.

The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.

All the accounts are in no mood, missing the place and the blue boat.

Holding hands and staring at tears, I was speechless and choked up.

Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.

Love hurts and leaves since ancient times.

What's more, it is a cold autumn festival.

Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.

This past year should be a good time and a good scene in name only.

Customs are strange, who to talk to.

Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon is born on the sea.

I travel thousands of miles with the waves, and there is no moon by the river.

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.

Frost flows in the air, but it can't be seen on the white sand.

There is no dust in the sky, and there is a solitary moon wheel in the sky.

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.

I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but the Yangtze River sends water.

The white clouds have gone, and the green maple is sad.

Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?

Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.

The jade curtain won't roll up, so brush it back on the anvil.

At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.

The swan goose flies for a long time, and the fish Long Qian jumps into the water.

Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and spring had not come back.

In spring, the river flows away, and it falls on the moon and leans to the west.

The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.

I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.

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The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear. You got what you wanted, and the birds perched in the quiet fog.

Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu) knows the rainy season, which happens in spring. When the wind sneaks into the night, everything is moistened silently. The wild path is dark and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. "A Night Outside" (Du Fu) The breeze rippled on the grass bank, through the night, and blew to my still high mast.

The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! .

Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! . I was in the retreat of Zhongnanshan (Wang Wei). My middle-aged heart found a way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain.

Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.

Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home. The moon (Zhang Jiuling), which is far away from the moon, is now at sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. Zashi (Shen Quanqi) attacked Huanglong City, and our troops had already been sent out.

The girls here look at the same melancholy moon, illuminating our China soldiers. Young wives dreamed of spring, and last night their brave husbands.

In a big attack, we captured Huanglong City with flags and drums? A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain (Wang Wan) We wound our way under the green hill, and my boat and I walked along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.

... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.

"Night Sleeping under Niuzhu Mountain (Li Bai)" Tonight in Hexi, there is no cloud in the blue sky; I looked at the moon on the deck and thought of the old general Xie in vain. I have poems; I can read. He hears others, but it's not mine.

Tomorrow I will raise my sail and leave leaves behind me. Moonlit Night (Du Fu) is in Fuzhou, far away. She is watching the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.

For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is. Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.

When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? In Moonlight Remembering Brothers (Du Fu), a vagrant heard the drums that predicted the battle. This was the first call in autumn, and a wild goose came from the border. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

Letter to Li (Wang Wei), the envoy of Zizhou, "The trees of ten thousand valleys reach the sky, and the cuckoos of a thousand peaks crow". The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.

China women throw a piece of cloth, or farmers argue over taro fields. I hope you will carry forward Wen Weng's achievements, make persistent efforts and forge ahead.

Returning to Zhongnanshan at the end of the year (Meng Haoran) I didn't petition at the North Palace Gate, but went to this shabby house on Zhongnanshan. I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing.

The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die. Therefore, I lay awake and meditated in the moonlight under the shadow of pine trees in the empty window period.

From a berth on Tonglu to a friend (Meng Haoran) in Yangzhou, the monkey whimpers on the shadowed mountain, and the river rushes at night. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.

Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.

One autumn night, I was reading Qin Cheng's poem (Li Han). The cold wind crawled under my mat, and the bare walls of the city turned pale with the autumn moon. I saw a lone goose crossing the Milky Way, and I heard thousands of washing hammers on the rocks at night.

However, I don't want this season to take me away. I found your poem so beautiful that I forgot about the homing birds.

In a country inn (decorated by Dai Shulun), in a town and country for a thousand nights, when the autumn moon was full, I changed my face with my old friend. People doubt that it is a dream meeting to meet Jiangnan in the capital.

The wind in the tree startled the birds, and the insects in the grass cowered from the cold. Tourists wandering outside should have been drunk and stayed with each other for fear that the bell would ring.

Farewell to Shen Han in Yunyang Inn (Sikongshu) across the river, not seen for many years. Suddenly meet, but doubt is a dream, lament and ask each other's age.

Dim lights shone through the cold rain outside the window, and bamboo forests floated in the clouds in the distance. But forget the sadness of tomorrow, and leave a cup to cherish.

Thinking of Taiwan (Wei Zhuang) all night long, the piano is sighing, and the strings are full of sorrow. There is a solitary lamp, a trumpet sound, and on the other side of the platform tower, the moon sets.

The fragrant grass has changed and withered, but I still hope my old friend will come back. Now that the wild goose has flown south, I have no more messengers to send to him.

Xie Shi's "Leaving the Night" (Fan Yun) is foggy on the balcony, and the dreamland is without water. The distant mountains are hidden and seen, and the flat sand is broken. Don't sing too many sad songs. After brushing the car dust, I will wait on Dong Gaosu. Send the poem "Leaving Night in the Time of Sinking" (Fan Yun) to the atmosphere of clear night, Chushan Qinghe Xiaoyun. The autumn wind in the two townships is resentful. I feel sorry for myself in the night sky. I spare no effort to defend myself, but the river can't be filled in. I have many feelings in my heart. I want to be a pair of bluebirds in front of Shu. Sufu (Du Fu) is cold in the autumn night. On the Laka tree in this courtyard, I am lying alone in the town by the river. I looked at my extinguished candle. I heard the lonely sound of the horn in the darkness, and the moon was in the sky, but no one shared it with me? My messenger was dispersed by the vortex of rain and sand, and the gate was closed to a traveler; The mountain is the wall on my road.

However, I endured a miserable life for ten years and found a perch and a twig here. It is safe tonight. In the middle section of Jiangyin Road (Zhang Yanshi), after the rain, the raft was muddy, and residual willows poured into the door.

The dream smells like a broken horn and sends a lingering sound, hoping that the new wave will flow to the old mark. Fish and salt make the market everywhere, and every family is full of children and grandchildren.

More preach a letter to the power of the broad people, how to fight rice and San Qian. In Ge Ye (Du Fu), the days in winter are shortened on the elemental scale, and the ice and snow turn the cold hovering nights white.

Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains. I heard women crying after the battle in the distance, and I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn.

Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world ... The bell of the temple of Lumen Mountain (Meng Haoran) at night rang the night arrival. I heard the people in the fishing city staggering on the ferry.

People came to Gu Jiang along the sand road, and I also went to Lumen Mountain by boat. The moonlight at the deer gate made the mountain tree appear, and I suddenly came to the seclusion of exile.

Lonely mountain road and quiet forest road, only hermits come and go gracefully here. From Yueyang Xiakou to Yingzhou, the source is Zhongcheng (Liu Changqing). There is no ripple on the river and no mist on the island, but the scenery is blurred to my Chu friends.

The setting sun sets in Hankou, and birds return to their nests; Autumn eyes in Dongting Lake, misty clouds and distant blue sky. The cold horn sound coming from the desolate mountain wall reminds me of being parked next to an abandoned fortress.

That year, Jia Yi wrote to Emperor Wendi, all of whom were worried about the Han Dynasty. It's a pity that he was demoted to Changsha. Sleeping in Wuchang (Lulun) Hanyang City is deep in the sea of clouds, and it is another day of sailing alone.

Businessmen sleep during the day, know the waves, and boatmen talk at night. Look at the white hairs on both sides of the two or three Hunan autumn hairs, especially the moon-gazing disc.

My hometown has been destroyed by the war, and you can hear the sound of gongs and drums. Untitled (Li Shangyin) Last night's star, last night's wind, the west of the studio and the east of Guixiangtang.

Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.

Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. Untitled 1 (Li Shangyin) You said you would come, but you didn't. You left me no trace except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock.

The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter. The layering of residual jade is hazy; Musk smoked through the tulle, soft.

But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng. Night Sleeping in Jiande (Meng Haoran) When my boat was sailing in the fog, the day was getting dark and old memories began.

How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! Zhu Liting (Wang Wei), leaning alone in the dense bamboo, I played the piano and hummed. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

Autumn Night Message Autumn (Wei) I am walking in the cool autumn night, thinking of you and singing my poems. I heard the pine cone fall on the mountain, and you seemed to wake up.

Cosugo (Westerner), a constellation with seven high stars, is Shu Ge who raises his sword at night. Today, the Tubo people who breed horses only dare to look into the distance; They dare not go south and cross Lintao County.

The owner of Furong Mountain (Liu Changqing) stays in the snow at dusk, and the house is poor in cold weather. Chai Men hears dogs barking and returns on a snowy night. Xia Sai Qu (Lulun) In the bright moonlight, wild geese soar and the leader of the Tatars runs away in the dark.

3. Poem 1 Describe the night. With such bright light at the foot of my bed, may there be frost already? . Lipper

2. Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. Lipper

The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like a palace. Lipper

4. Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us. Lipper

A moon hangs over the capital, and 10,000 washing hammers are beating. Lipper

6. The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. Lipper

7. Drunk moon, sage of dreams, bewitched by flowers, you turned a deaf ear to the emperor. Lipper

8. Behind her closed window, why is she still waiting, looking at the glory of the autumn moon through the crystal glass? . Lipper

9. I have sorrow in my heart, and the moon has sorrow. I will always follow you until Yelangxi. Lipper

10, we all hold high to distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon. Lipper

1 1, Emei Mountain falls into Pingqiang River in the half moon and autumn. Lipper

12 the breeze blows my belt, and the moon shines on my piano. Wang Wei

13, the voice is too low to be heard by anyone except my comrade-in-arms Mingyue. Wang Wei

14, moonlight in pine forest, crystal stone in stream. Wang Wei

15, the puddle widens with the moon, and the torrent bends with the mountain. Maday

16, under the bright moonlight, wild geese are soaring, and Chief Tatar is fleeing in the dark. Lulun

17, he knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is so bright! . Du Fu

18, ten thousand windows are shining in the sky, and the moonlight is shining on nine Yuntai. Du Fu

19. In the morning, I will treat the garbage and take the Moon Lotus hoe home. Tao Yuanming

20, wordless alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Yu Li

2 1, the bright moon surprises magpie, and the breeze sings at midnight. Xin Qiji

22. On the poor third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow. Bai Juyi

23. A bullet in water and a bullet in the moon, half went into the river and half into the cloud. antithetical couplet

24, the moonlight is deeper than half a household, and the Beidou is oblique. Liu

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of moonlight with her evening song. Li shangyin

26, bow like a full moon, looking at Sirius in the northwest. Su Shi

27. Under the court, if the water is empty, the algae in the water are horizontal and covered with bamboo and cypress. Su Shi

On a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire. . Ji Zhang

Willow tips in September, after dusk. . Ouyang Xiu

When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine. . Su Shi

3 1 I gave my heart to the moon, but the moon shone on the ditch. .. Chronology of Poetry in Qing Dynasty

4. Poems describing the night (1) There is such a bright light at the foot of my bed. Is there frost already? .

-Tang Dynasty: Interpretation of Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking: The bright moonlight sprinkled on enough paper in front of the bed, as if the ground was frosted. (2) Jun asked that the return date was undecided, and the rain rose in the autumn pool in the evening.

-Tang Dynasty: Interpretation of Li Shangyin's Note to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night: When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say for sure. Bashan was flooded with rain all night, and the autumn pool was full. (3) Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, and the midnight bell goes to the passenger ship.

-Tang Dynasty: Interpretation of Zhang Ji's "Night Sleeping by the Maple Bridge": In the lonely and quiet Hanshan Ancient Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang to the passenger ship in the middle of the night. (4) Know that children pick and promote knitting, and there are lights on the fence at night.

-Song: Interpretation of Ye Shaoweng's Night Book: Several children at home are still fighting happily! The light is still on in the dead of night, and I refuse to sleep. (5) Knowing that it snows heavily at night, you can hear the sound of bamboo folding.

-Tang Dynasty: Interpretation of Bai Juyi's Snow at Night: I know that it snows heavily at night because I can hear the sound of snow pressing bamboo branches from time to time. I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into tonight.

-Tang Dynasty: Interpretation of Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon for 15 Nights": Late at night, the cold autumn dew quietly wet the osmanthus in the court. The bright moon is in the sky tonight, and people are enjoying the moon. I wonder whose home is the vast Qiu Si? (7) Wu Jin couldn't help staying up all night.

-Tang Dynasty: Interpretation of Su Weidao's fifteenth night of the first month: Beijing has cancelled the night ban, so don't worry about it. Don't let the Lantern Festival night pass by once a year. (8) On a sunny night, the red porch of the garden was covered with green bricks to assassinate historians.

-Tang Dynasty: Interpretation of Bai Juyi's "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival": At night in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the breeze blows gently and the moonlight night is hazy. The railing made of jasper and the wall made of red brick are the mansion of the secretariat. (9) When the moon is dark and windy, you can see a fishing lamp, and a little firefly is lonely.

-Qing: Reading by Boat Night: In the dark night, you can't see the moon, only the lights on the fishing boat. The lonely lights glow a little like fireflies in the boundless night. I walk on a cool autumn night, thinking of you and singing my poems.

-Tang Dynasty: Interpretation of Wei's Autumn Night Sending Twenty-two Members Up the Mountain: I miss you walking in this late autumn night and sigh how cold and frosty it is.

5. The sentence describing night is 1. Black gradually filled the sky, countless stars broke through the night, and the moisture of the night soaked in the air for a long time, filled with sentimental atmosphere.

Looking up at the sky, the starry sky is particularly clear, and the stars in the distance shine like tiny tears ... 2. The stars in the sky, like pearls, are scattered on the jasper plate like handfuls of broken gold. At the moment, it is so peaceful, the leaves rustle and the stars twinkle. On a sunny night, the stars shine like countless silver beads. Across the starry sky. The night is like an incomparably wide blanket, and the stars all over the sky are like shining gems dotted on this blanket. The sky is full of little stars, and the stars try their best to melt the bits and pieces of light into faint light, which is not as bright as the sun and indifferent as the moon. 6. I once thought about collecting all the meteors and wearing them as necklaces. The star is playing hide-and-seek with you, hiding in the clouds and never coming out, so that you can't find her "trace" anyway. 7. Under the starry tree, the breeze comes, crickets sing to the stars and listen to the time, and there is always a past; The sun always goes down; Night, always arrival. However, night-after all, arrival. I saw the darkness outside the window, and the world was already dark.

If it weren't for street lamps, lights in shops and buildings-I think-the world would be really dark. The light is on, and our road is no longer bumpy.

Seeing the winding path leading to a secluded place and winding, I can't reach people after all. In the middle of the night, angels came quietly, filling the world with beautiful legends. However, I found that the light on angels never stopped.

I, that is, you are an angel, and you are also that angel. The halo on your head represents purity. The night is bleak.

I stood in the room and looked out of the window, and my hair stood on end. Although there are many angels, there are also many demons.

Why do people close their doors when they sleep at home? Why do you have to buy locks everywhere? Because, because the devil's attack power is too great, too great. I know the magic between heaven and earth, but why are there demons in the magic world? As an angel, I am still immature. How can we protect everyone's home? I have no magic.

Oh, no, I have magic. I know knowledge. I can see the sun rising and setting. At night, it's quiet. I'm tired of flying in the sky. Sometimes, I will sit on my stool, the crescent moon, and enjoy the beautiful scenery on the earth.

The new moon is curved. At those times, I played with my friends. It feels good. The dark universe makes me unforgettable and I can't help thinking wonderfully. Seeing the cicada chirping on the branch, I suddenly felt how happy I was.

When my mood was gone, I suddenly saw a bright spot, so striking that I wandered in my eyes. Now I understand, that's-now, I can't say, but I just find it very eye-catching. I was still there watching, and before I knew it, I fell asleep. I nestled in the arms of the moon, so warm. In my dream, I quietly said to myself-come on! In addition, you can refer to the composition network: Night arrival.

I stood in front of the wooden fence and looked up at the sky. I saw the semicircle of the moon, one bright and one dark.

There is a blue halo around the moon. Looking away from the bright moon, I found countless stars in the sky far away from the bright moon.

They are like shiny diamonds, some of which emit dazzling Hui Jin, while others emit slight white light. Some evacuated in all directions, and some gathered intensively. How beautiful and spectacular the sky is decorated by them! The moonlight covered the earth with a layer of silver, and my figure standing silently looked tall.

Behind me, a long green vine coiled around the fence, pulling many morning glory. Under the wooden fence, an unknown flower is blooming freely, red, yellow, pink and white, reflecting the moonlight, which is even more delicate and lovely.

The autumn wind is blowing, and the flowers are overflowing and bursting into the nose. Everything is in the silent night, however, I seem to hear an elegant music ... Is it the morning glory on the green vine praising this charming moonlit night? .

6. What are the poems about the night? 1, night parking near Fengqiao (Zhangji), cold night, river wind, fishing, sleeping.

In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. 2, "Spring Palace Song" (Wang Changling) Last night, the wind blossomed peach blossoms, and the moon was high in Weiyang Qian Dian.

Pingyang's geisha was attracted by the emperor, who gave her a brocade robe in the cold weather outside the curtain. 3, "Moonlight Night" (Liu) The moonlight is deeper than half of the households, and the Beidou is oblique.

I know that spring is blooming tonight, and the insects are fresh through the green window sand. 4, "On Listening to the Flute at Night on the Wall of the Country" (Li Yi) Back to Yue Feng, the sand is like snow, and the moon outside the city is like frost.

I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night. 5, "Harem Poetry" (Bai Juyi) tears wet silk scarf dream, the temple sings the first half of the night.

Beauty is not old, has lost the elegance of the king, and sat on warm clothes until dawn. 6, "To My Wife" (Zhang Hu) The moon mark on the forbidden tree has passed, and my eyes are only on the heron.

By the light of the lamp, I plucked the Hosta and carried the flame of the lamp to rescue the flame moth. 7, "Bo Qinhuai" (Du Mu) smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant.

Strong women in business don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river. 8. "A Letter to Han Zhuo, the Magistrate of Yangzhou" (Du Mu) Qingshan is faint with water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn.

Where does the Jade Man teach oral sex at Bridge 24 on a moonlit night? 9. "A note to friends in the north on a rainy night" (Li Shangyin) Jun asked that the return date was undecided, and the rain rose in the autumn pool in the evening.

When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. 10, "Yao Sefen" (text) The ice bed dream is not round, the sky blue is like water, and the night is as light as a cloud.

The geese fly away from the bamboo lodge, and the moon is empty on the twelfth floor. 1 1, "Yuan Zhi" (Gong Zizhen) and other tricks, Yuan Zhi really looks at grass.

It is said that athletes are wasted in their hands, and blue lights and snow block Shandong at night. 12, "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights" (Wang Jian), Bai Shu Crow in the Atrium, Coody Leng Silent Wet Osmanthus fragrans.

I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. 13, "butterfly lovers" (Yan Shu) threshold chrysanthemum sorrow smoke blue tears dew.

The curtain is light and cold, and the swallow flies away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate suffering.

The morning light slanted on Zhu Hu. The west wind withered the green trees last night.

A person in a tall building can see the end of the world. I want to send colored stationery and rulers.

The mountains are long and there is a lot of water. 14, "Jade Case Yuan Xi" (Xin Qiji) Thousands of trees are blooming in the east wind night, and the stars are raining.

The BMW carved cars are full of incense, the phoenix flute rings, the jade pot flashes, and the dragons and dragons dance together all night. Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone.

Looking for her in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit. 15, The King Temple of Boshan in Qingping (Xin Qiji) starved rats surround the bed and bats dance lanterns.

There is a breeze blowing in the room, and it is raining hard. I am talking to myself between the broken paper windows. From the northern frontier to the south, and now retired to the forest, it is already an old face with white hair.

A cold autumn wind blew through the thin cloth quilt and woke up suddenly. It was still a dream country in front of me. 16, "Tai Chang cited Jiankang Mid-Autumn Festival as Lu Fu" (Xin Qiji) autumn shadows turned into golden waves, flying mirrors and grinding again.

Ask about Heng E wine: What a pity! It's easy to go by the wind, and Wan Li is in the sky and straight down the mountains and rivers. Going to Guangxi is more humane and clear! 17, "Xijiang Moonlight Walking on Huangsha Road" (Xin Qiji) The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings in the middle of the night.

The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.

In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge. 18, Mid-Autumn Festival on the Xijiang River (Su Shi) is a big dream in the world, and life is new several times (one autumn).

At night, the leaves of the wind have sounded in the gallery. Look at your eyebrows and temples. The wine base is often worried about fewer customers, and the moon is cloudy.

Who is alone with * * * in the Mid-Autumn Festival, holding a lamp (a glass of wine) and looking at the north sadly. 19, "The Works of Huang Huiyuan, an Oracle Operator, Dwelling in a Dwelling House" (Su Shi) hangs sparse trees without a moon, which makes people feel lonely.

Who saw the solo dance, like a wild goose in the sky. At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings.

It kept wandering among the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed alone on the cold shoal. 20. Hua Lian Zhou Mi Shangyuan (Su Shi) lights Qiantang for three to five nights.

The bright moon is like frost, and people are picturesque. Blowing sheng is fragrant at the bottom of the account, and it spits musk. This taste should be priceless.

Lonely mountain people are getting old. Playing drums and flute, new to the farming and mulberry society.

The cold light of the fire reveals thin frost, and the wild clouds fall. 2 1, "Lin Jiang Xian Ye Gui Lin Gao" (Su Shi) was drunk after drinking Dongpo at night, and it seemed to be midnight when he came back.

The child is short of breath. You shouldn't even knock on the door, but lean on your cane and listen to the sound of the river.

I have hated this body for a long time. When will I forget the camp? In the dead of night, the wind is calm and the valley is flat. Since then, this ship has passed away, and Jiang Hai spent the rest of his life.

22. "Dream on the 20th of the first month of Jiang" (Su Shi) lived for ten years and then died. Never think, never forget.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.

Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.

23. When will there be a bright moon in Shui Diao Ge Tou (Su Shi)? 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 has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. 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. 24, "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow" (Liu Changqing) Sunset Cangshan is far away, cold and white.

Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night. 25, "Song of the Plug" (Lu Lun) In the bright moonlight, the geese are soaring, and the Chief Tatar is fleeing in the dark.

I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives. 26, "Sleeping in the Mountain Temple" (Li Bai) The dangerous building is 100 feet high and the hand can pick the stars.

Standing here, I dare not speak loudly for fear of disturbing the gods in the sky. 27, "Jade Family" (Li Bai) The jade steps are cold and dew, and the bottom of the silk is wet, and it has been there for a long time.

But what about looking at the water curtain of autumn moon light through crystal glass? . 28, "Silent Night Thinking" (Li Bai) The foot of my bed is so bright, will it have frost? .

Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home ... 29. "What I saw in the boat night book" (check) The fishing lamp was high in the dark wind and the firefly was lonely.

Slight wind and waves, scattered like river stars. 30, "Autumn Night" (Du Mu) silver candle cold painting screen, light Luo small fan flapping fireflies.

The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl. 3 1, "Ode to Mujiang" (Bai Juyi) A round of setting sun is sprinkled in the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red.

On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow. 32. Like a Dream (Li Qingzhao) often thinks of the sunset in the Xiting, and I don't know how to get home.

Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.

33. "Sauvignon Blanc" (Nalanxingde) took a trip to the mountains and a trip to the water, and came to Guan Yu's side. Night light.

When the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of hurting the heart of the country falls through. There is no such sound in my hometown.

7. A poem describing the night scene, Tang's "Appreciating Dreams on a Frosty Night and Seeing Arms Around the Moon", is a sad winter night scene, shaking off perennial feelings. The moon is full of new frost, anvil and distant geese. Warm pity fire is near, cold sleep is light. Enjoy a good sentence on the pillow, and poetry will not become a dream. After the rain, Tang Kongshan stood in the moonlight on an autumn night. In the pine forest, there were glittering stones in the stream, there were whispers from the washerwomen who came home among the bamboos, there were lotus leaves in front of the fishing boat, and my friend's prince, spring has passed. What does it matter if you are here? . In the autumn night, Wang Wei was born in Qiu Wei, but she lost weight and didn't change her clothes. Yin Zheng worked hard for a long time, but his heart was afraid to leave the room. In the middle of the night, a bright moon hangs high in the capital of Qiu Ge Tang Libai, with ten thousand hammers beating on the ground, and the autumn wind blows my heart, heading for Yumenguan forever. When will the Tatar army conquer and my husband return from the Long March? . Xie Tiao North Building, Xuancheng, Autumn, Tang Libai's picturesque Jiangcheng, the mountains are clear, the rain catches the mirror, and the rainbow falls on the double bridge. Old phoenix tree in autumn. Who goes to the north building, the breeze makes him feel grateful. "Sleeping at Jiande" Tang Meng Haoran When my boat was sailing in the fog, at dusk, ancient memories began to emerge: how vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how clear the moon in the water is! Climb the Qiulan Mountain, Zhang Haoran climb the North Peak and the white clouds, and you find your seclusion. He stood at each other, climbed high, and his heart flew with the geese. When he is worried, he gets up in autumn. When he saw the villagers, he crossed the river to have a rest. The trees on the horizon are like a moon. * * * Drunk Double Ninth Festival. "Autumn Night" Tang Du Mu silver candle Qiu Guang painted a cold screen and shook a small fan to fly. The night is as cold as water, sitting and watching the morning glory and Vega. Tang Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain" In the wide sky and high wind, the apes and birds return to clear lake, and the white sand leaves fall like waterfalls. I think the long river is rolling for three thousand miles. With the sadness of autumn, with my sorrow of a hundred years, I climbed this height alone. Bitter and bitter, I hate countless frosted temples and new glasses.