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.

Looking at the moon and thinking of a distant place (Zhang Jiuling)

The bright moon is slowly becoming round at sea, and we share this moment from far away.

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.

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.

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 the 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 the wind return to the office 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.

Nostalgia in Poetry

1. You come from my old country. Tell me what happened there! .

When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei's miscellaneous poems)

2. I left home when I was young, and my local accent has not changed.

Where do children come from when they meet strangers? "He Zhang's" Homecoming Book ")

3. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come.

The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. Song Wenzhi "Crossing the Han River")

Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered 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.

I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan's "A Stop at the foot of Beibao Mountain")

It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.

The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. (Xue Daoheng's "Homecoming")

6. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking"

7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.

In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions. (Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night")

8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.

For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bingzhou is my hometown. (Liu Zao's "Journey to the North")

9. A vagrant hears drums that indicate fighting, and a wild goose rings in autumn.

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.

Bai Juyi's Three Homesick Poems

Wang Yitai

Jing' an mansion, facing the willow in front of the window every day, is far away at this moment; At the station, the spring is fading and flowers are everywhere.

Two beautiful springs, on the same day; At this time, family members miss their relatives outside, and people outside miss their families.

Coconut silk is good in Handan from winter to the sun.

Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee lamp.

If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.

Nanpubie

In the bleak drudgery of Nanpu, the autumn wind is bleak.

Turn back immediately, my heart is broken, so I can leave and don't look back.