Mid-Autumn Festival
(Tang) Li Pu
When the mirror rises in the sky, the fairy is silent;
a round of equal shares is full, and it is accompanied by thousands of miles of clouds;
The sly rabbit falls from the string, and the demon frog comes to life.
Lingcha plans to join hands with each other until the Milky Way is completely clear.
Playing with the Moon on the 15th of August
(Tang) Liu Yuxi
Tomorrow, the moon will wash the world again.
the summer is over, and the autumn is clear.
the stars shine, and the wind shines brilliantly.
it can change the world, and youran is the jade capital.
Mid-Autumn Moon
(Song Dynasty) Su Shi
The twilight clouds are all overflowing and cold, and the silver man turns to the jade plate silently.
This night is not good in this life. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
Tai Chang Yin
(Song) Xin Qiji
A round of autumn shadows turned to golden waves, and the flying mirror was re-polished.
Ask Heng E about the wine: What can you do if you are deceived by white hair!
It's easy to go by the wind, Wan Li is in the sky,
Look down at the mountains and rivers. Go to Guangxi and dance. Humanity is more clear.
Taiwanese folk songs:
Thoughts on Mid-Autumn Festival
A lonely shadow looks at the geese, and a thousand dollars misses the marten; The autumn in my hometown recalls the moon, and the night terrors in foreign countries.
if you haven't climbed osmanthus, you should still roll the banana; Climbing the stairs is a sad tribute, looking at the sea and the sky in the west.
On August 15th, Du Fu of jathyapple
On the full moon, he flew to the mirror and returned to his heart to fold his sword.
turn the tent and travel far away, and climb the laurel to the sky.
frost and snow are suspected in the waterway, and feathers are seen in the forest.
at this time, I look at the white rabbit, eager to count the autumn cents.
Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian
The crow in Bai Shu in the atrium, and the silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng.
I don't know whose house Qiu Si will fall into tonight!
Mid-autumn moon Su Shi
The dusk clouds are all overflowing and cold, and the silver and the Chinese turn to the jade plate silently.
this night is not good in my life. where can I see the bright moon next year?
Mid-autumn and full moon are
empty and cloudless, revealing wet clothes, and the stars are pouring out to clear the rules.
Donglin should not hinder the gradual rise, and the four seas are watching the road.
I can also clearly sing the heroic spirit, and I am willing to teach the darkness to take the Dan branch.
Poor Guan Ye Chan Juan Ying, facing the five-waiting residual wine.
thinking about Li Bai at night
so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?.
lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.
remembering my brothers on a moonlight night Du Fu
a wanderer hears drums portending battle, by the first call of autumn from a wildgoose at the border.
he knows that the dews tonight will be frost, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!.
o my brothers, lost and scattered, what is life to me without you?.
yet if missives in time of peace go wrong, what can I hope for during war?.
Zhang Jiuling, looking at the moon and thinking of one far away
the moon, grown full now over the sea, Tianya * * * At this time.
brings to separated hearts, the long thoughtfulness of night!
it is no darker though I blow out my candle, it is no warmer though I put on my coat.
so I leave my message with the moon, and turn to my bed, hoping for dreams.
Frosty Moon, Li Shangyin
When I first heard of the wild goose, there was no cicada, and a hundred feet of high water reached the sky.
Su E, a young woman, is cold-tolerant, and she fights in the frost in the middle of the month.
Meng Haoran is pregnant in the autumn night and under the moon.
The bright moon hangs in the autumn sky, and her luster is wet.
I was surprised that the magpie was undecided, and the flying fireflies rolled in.
the cold shadows of the courtyards are sparse, and the sound of the neighboring pestle is urgent at night.
what a long time! Look at the sky and stand.
Mid-Autumn Festival waiting for the moon in Lu Guimeng
It's late to lose the frost, and the good wind seems to be a good time.
the curtain is leaning against the trees, and the candle is faint and fragrant, so I don't hesitate to sit.
I like to hear the sound of the Sheng tune in the north, and gradually watch the stars fall into the south basket.
who wants to reduce the first round and noon for cooling power?
Nizhuang asks questions in the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Strong meals are getting thinner, and narrow clothes are getting cold in autumn.
it's hard for children to walk when they remember each other.
when the air is exposed into the hut, the sound of the stream is loud on the stone beach.
the moon comes at night in the mountains, but I haven't seen it until dawn.
On the 15th night of August, Liu Yuxi played with the moon in Taoyuan.
Seeing the moon in the dust is also a leisure time, and the situation is between the fairy houses in the clear autumn.
the condensation is long and cold, and it stands on the highest mountain at this time.
Yun Feng can't afford the blue sky, and the Songshan Mountain grows in the water.
the group moves leisurely, and Gogoing is thousands of miles away.
Shaojun led me to the jade altar, and I invited the true fairy officer from afar.
Yun * (the left car and the right car merge) wants to move under the stars, and his muscles and bones are cold with joy.
Jin Xia Xin Xin gradually spread to the east, and the shadow of the wheel promoted the frequent hope of Judah.
It's hard to get back together when the scenery is perfect. He should be disappointed this year.
Yan Shu in the mid-autumn moon
Ten rounds of frost shadows turn to the court, and this evening brings people to the corner alone.
Su E doesn't always feel disappointed, but the jade toad is cold and lonely.
Mid-autumn moon Su Shi
The dusk clouds are all overflowing and cold, and the silver and the Chinese turn to the jade plate silently.
this night is not good in my life. where can I see the bright moon next year?
On the night of August 15th, I watched the moon in the pavilion. Bai Juyi
On the night of August 15th of last year, I was near the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15th this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Museum.
where is Wangxiang in the northwest? See the full moon in the southeast.
yesterday, when the wind blew, no one would attend. Tonight, it's as clear as usual.
On the night of August 15th in Tianzhu Temple, Pi Rixiu, Guizi
Jade-crowned Shanshan got off the moon, and a new flower was found in front of the temple.
Up to now, there is nothing in heaven, but Chang 'e should throw it at people.
Mid-Autumn Festival sees the moon and the child by Su Shi
The bright moon is not higher than the mountains, and the red light is thousands of feet long and gives birth to white hair.
a cup of silver is not full, and the clouds are as bad as the waves.
whoever washes the eyes of God should spend thousands of tons of water in Minghe River.
So I asked Leng to look at people in the world. As I see it, Zhan Ran can't bear it.
Mars in the southwest is like a projectile, and its horn and tail are bright and pale.
I can't see what I'm watching tonight, which makes fireflies fight for the cold.
who was boating yesterday? It was a thousand lights at night.
the twists and turns are unintentional, and the flowers are chasing the waves, and the songs are accompanied by the songs.
before the green eagle disappeared and turned to the mountain, did the wave * (left wind and right wind) return to strength?
the bright moon is easy to fall and people are easy to disperse, and it is more important to watch when you come back.
The clearer the moonlight is in front of the hall, the colder the throat is, and the grass is exposed.
the roller shutter pushes the door to silence, and the window is silent and old.
Nandu is engaged in being ashamed and poor, and there are quite a few people who write poems about the moon.
With the sunrise in the Ming Dynasty, people suddenly dreamt about Yao Taiwanese.
Mid-Autumn Festival, climbing the stairs and looking at the moon, Mi Fei
My eyes are poor, Huaihai is full of silver, and Wan Daohong is full of mussels and treasures.
if there are no moon-mending households in the sky, cassia twig will be damaged to the west wheel.
Hui Dong invited a banquet to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival in Wen Tianxiang.
According to the river festival, the ice of the painting boat was cleared; Wait for the moon to raise a glass, and you will be fragrant and green. Worship the falling of Huaxing, about the floating of the bright moon. The wind and rain are all over the city, why are you lucky that the two Chongyang are close? As picturesque as the mountains and rivers, it is still a trip to Chibi in the past. The straw is rewarded and the cloth is distributed in turn.
It's all over the river. Send Xin Qiji to the Mid-Autumn Festival
Go to the West Building quickly, lest the sky be released and clouds cover the moon.
but when you call for it, the jade fiber flute will crack with one sound.
Who makes curling floating in the world is the most pity for yu fu.
ask Chang' e, if you are lonely and cold, you should be happy.
jade is full, but Joan's cup is slippery. Long sleeves, singing and swallowing.
nine times out of ten, you want to grind, but you still need it.
if you have a long circle this night, human feelings may not depend on your acceptance.
when you combine the past and the separation from hatred, you say.
the autumn night and the moon
gathered and dispersed at the beginning. Then call it, no reason to meet Iraq again.
In recent days, we have had an unexpected reunion.
In respect and leisure, I gather my eyebrows and sigh.
arouse old worries.
Nian Nujiao. Mid-Autumn Festival in Wen Zhiming
Sweet-scented osmanthus floats on jade. In the first month, the streets are full of flowers, and the night is as cool as washing.
The wind is full of eyebrows and bones are cold, and people are in the Crystal Palace.
the dragons are dying, and the view is craggy and ethereal.
the frost is everywhere, and I want to fly across the colorful clouds.
I remember last year's evening, the wine pavilion and the moonlight cloud came and went.
a thousand miles away, I dreamt yesterday, and now Qiu Guang is like this.
The bluebird came from the west, and Chang 'e reported it to me. The ritual is near.
send a message, don't be afraid of Shen Zui.
The moon is bright and bright, and people are crowded (The Book of Songs, Chen Feng, The Moon is Out)
the moon, grown full now over the sea, Tianya * * * At this time. Brings to separated hearts, the long thoughtfulness of night (looking at the moon and thinking of one far away by Zhang Jiuling)
so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?. Lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home (Silent Night Thinking by Li Bai)
Life has been endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year (Moonlit Night on the Spring River by Zhang Ruoxu)
The rabbit is cold and the toad is cold and the sweet-scented osmanthus is white, and Heng E should be heartbroken this night (Moonlit Night by Li Shangyin)
The moon hangs in the middle of the sky, which makes the Yan night lonely (< After five songs >) Thin clouds lodge among rocks, and the lonely moon waves turn over.
the stork chases the quiet flight, and the jackal gets the noisy food. Sleepless and worried, unable to work hard. "
-("Sujiang Biange ")
The quiet building is dark and straight, and the mountains are faint and the moon is oblique. When the night comes, the birds will die, and the crows will be killed. ("Farewell")
he knows that the dews tonight will be frost, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!
The moon is thousands of miles away to send acacia
far off in Fuzhou she is watching the moonlight, watching it alone from the window of her chamber. For our boy and girl, poor little babes, are too young to know where the Capital is.
The fragrance is foggy and the temples are wet, her jade-white shoulder is cold in the moon. When shall we lie again on our screen, watching this bright light with no more tears?.
—— (Du Fu's Moonlit Night)
The public is homesick, and he misses his family and himself, and has entered a new level. I am mindful that my children can't think, and I have entered a new level. My temples are wet and my arms are cold, so I can watch the moon for a long time. The better the month, the more bitter it is, and the more beautiful the language is. At the end of the day, when I thought of getting together, I was sad about the shape of the moon, and my words were graceful and cut. I saw this old love. ("Du Yi")
a wanderer hears drums portending battle, a wild goose sounds in autumn. Dew changes to frost since tonight, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!
o my brothers, lost and scattered, what is life to me without you?. Letters to Luoyang city often cannot be sent to, and the war is often not stopped.
—— (remembering my brothers on a moonlight night)
I woke, and the low moon's glimmer on a rafter, seemed to be your face, still floating in the air (Two Dreams of Li Bai, Part I)
The sky is far away, and the moon is lonely forever
a light wind is rippling at the grassy shore, through the night, to my motionless tall mast. The boundless plain fringed with stars hanging low. The moon surges with the river on the flow.
if only my art might bring me fame, and free my sick old age from office!. Flitting, flitting, what am I like? But a sand-snipe in the wide, wide world!.
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Jianghan is homesick, and Gan Kun is a corrupt scholar. The sky is far away, and the moon is lonely forever.
the heart of the sunset is still strong, and the autumn wind is sick. Since ancient times, the old horse is because of its wisdom, not to take its physical strength, therefore, although I am old and more ill, but can still do.
-(Jianghan)
the autumn night is clear and cold in the lakka-trees of this courtyard, I am lying forlorn in the river-town. I watch my guttering candle.
I hear the lonely notes of a bugle sounding through the dark, who looks better in the moonlight?
my messengers are scattered by whirls of rain and sand, it is hard to go.
yet, I who have borne ten years of pitiable existence, find here a perch, a little branch, and am safe for this one night.
-("Sufu")
Why did the guest sleep? Autumn is not clear! Into the curtain, the shadow of the waning moon, high pillow far away from the sound of the river.
if you are clumsy and have no food and clothing, you will make friends. An old wife's book counts papers, and she should know that she has not returned.
—— (Guest Night)
The sand is like snow in front of Huile Peak, and the moon outside the city is like frost. I do not know where to blow the desolate reed pipe, a night of looking at home.
Li Yi: on hearing a flute at night from the wall of shouxiang
the moon is lifted like a mirror, sea-clouds gleam like palaces. And the water has brought you a touch of home, to draw your boat three hundred miles. Li Bai: bidding a friend farewell at jingmen ferry
as I watch from my deck the autumn moon, vainly remembering old General Xie. Li Bai: "thoughts of old time from a night-mooring under mount niu-zhu"
Affectionate is only the spring moon, but it's better to be away from others. Zhang Mi:
Sending a Person
According to the moonlit building, you rest on your own, and the wine turns into homesick tears when you enter your heart. Fan Zhongyan's Ci: "Su Mu Gai"Every year tonight, the moonlight is like practice; Long is a thousand miles away. Fan Zhongyan: A Journey to the Imperial Street
The bright moon doesn't know how to leave and hate suffering, but it shines obliquely until it passes through Zhuhu. Yan Shu's Ci: "Butterfly Lovers"
Where to synthesize sorrow, leaving people's hearts in autumn. Even if it doesn't rain, it will be chilly. It's cool in the evening, the weather is fine, there is a bright moon, and I'm afraid of going upstairs. Wu Wenying's Ci: Tang Duoling
Hu Die's dreamer Wan Li, Du Fu's skill in the third night of last month Tang Cui Tu: Spring Evening
from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drank alone. There was no one with me. Raise a glass to the bright moon, to bring me my shadow and make us three. Alas, the moon was unable to drink and and my shadow tagged me vacantly;
. I had to mingle with them for a while, and to enjoy the pleasure of the happy spring. I sing the song is bright and wandering, I dance the shadow before drifting. ..... shall goodwill ever be secure?, I watch the long road of the River of Stars.
Li Bai: "drinking Alone with the Moon"
Miss the moon and join hands, show the bridge and smell the flute, and meditate on the past, just like in a dream, tears are dripping. Zhou Bangyan's ci: Warrior Lanling
It's better to be alone than to be heartbroken, but to look at the empty moon and sigh ... the sun has set, and a mist is in the flowers, the moon is as bright as ever and never sleeps.
Li Bai: Sauvignon Blanc
At that time, the bright moon was there, and the clouds had returned. Yan Jidao's ci: Linjiang Fairy
because of your promise, I have watched the full moons come and go in my western tower.. Wei Yingwu: "to my friends li dan and yuanxi"
lives in the city near Hanyuan, that the moon takes my heart to the Tartar sky. Huangfuran: Spring Thoughts
my thin hair grows wintry, like the triple Xiang streams, three thousand miles my heart goes, homesick with the moon. Lu Lun: a night-mooring at wuchang.
my heritage lost through disorder and famine, my brothers and sisters flung eastward and westward ... * * * Look at the bright moon with tears, for hearts, in five places, all sick with one wish.
Bai Juyi:
Looking at the Moon ... Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce, 3 fame, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon, ... Jingkang shame. It's still snowing, and the giant hates it. When will it go out. Yue Fei's
When I return to Zhaoyang to bid farewell to the sunset, I feel sad that the bronze finches welcome the autumn moon, and I don't want to be like a heavenly family, and I am short of gold. Wen Tianxiang's
"Man Jiang Hong" is a famous song that worships generals, and the Huaixian Pavilion is empty and refers to the crowning mane, and it has been shot all over the place, facing the sky and the bright moon alone.
Hu Shijiang's Ci: The Moon on the Yangtze River
The two palaces are secluded, so I hate when it snows! ..... Lonely loyalty. The sword invades the autumn moon.
(Southern Song Dynasty) Huang Zhongfu's Ci: Nian Nujiao.
I miss my old country, the moon shines on the high platform, the scenery under the mountain, the years in the mountains and the mood at sea. Liu Chenweng's ci (Southern Song Dynasty):
The willow twigs are green, and Chu Qing is on the moon, Daiyun is far away, and spring affairs are the mainstay? ..... Xuanhe old days, Lin 'an Nandu, Fangjing Youzi remains the same. ..... Yan state tonight, this bitter and who knows? Liu Chenweng
Dragon and Tiger respect, and the sky is full of clouds. Who says eternal hatred? Against the mountains and rivers, tears filled with blood. The night terrors in the guest house are dusty dreams, and Gong Dongxiao runs over Guan Shanyue. Ask Heng E, I am willing to take my time, and the moon is full. Wang Qinghui;
in the remnant photos of Wu Hua, a Shu bird, I can't bear to see the desolate city! ..... With no sleep, Qinhuai should be a lonely moon.
the poem "the moon on the Yangtze River" by Deng Shan
The world is like a dream, and one statue returns the moon on the Yangtze River.
Su Shi's poem "Cherish the past with red walls" and "Nian Nu Jiao"
The head of Chibi Rock is full of waves through the ages, and the bronze cymbals are unknown in the third night.
Xin abandons ci: Man Jiang Hong.
It's expected that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.
su Shi's poem jiangchengzi.
abandon the birds on the sand, and the clouds break through the moon to make a shadow.
Zhang Xianci: "Fairy"
The moonlight in the atrium is clear, and countless flowers are blooming without a shadow.
Zhang Xian's Ci: Magnolia
White grass and yellow sand, moonlight shines on three or two lonely villages.
Jiang's female ci "Minced Magnolia" (titled Xiongzhou Post)
The post road invades the slanting moon, and the bridge is frosty.
Lu Ben's Nan Gezi
Where do you wake up from drinking tonight? Yang Liuan has a small wind and a waning moon.
Liu Yong's ci: "Yulinling"
The crescent moon is Juan Juan, and the night is cold and the river is quiet.
Su Guo's "Dianyi Lip"
The bright moon surprises the magpies, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night.
Xin Qiji's poem "The Moon on the Xijiang River"
The moonlight is deeper than half a family's, and the big dipper languishes in the south.
Liu Fangping's Moonlit Night
The shadow of the moonlit temple is leaking at night, and the crystal curtain is rolled near the autumn river.
Gu Kuang's Gong Ci
The sound of wild geese goes far beyond Xiaoxiang, and the mid-month on the twelfth floor speaks for itself.
Wen tingyun's
too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon.
Zhu Li Guan by Wang Wei
how wide the world was, how close the trees to heaven, and how clear in the water the nearness of the moon!.
Meng Haoran's a night-mooring on the jiande river
frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing for fire and sleeping.
Zhang Ji's "a night-mooring near maple bridge"
The embroidered curtain is opened, and a little bright moon glimpses people.
Su Shi's poem "Song of the Fairy"
while the autumn moon is pouring full, on a thousand night-levels among towns and villages.
changing on old friends in a village inn by Dai Shulun
the moon goes down behind a ruined fort, leaving star-clusters above an old gate.
to a friend bound north after the rebellion by Sikong Shu
a wind from the pine-trees blows my sash, and my lute is bright with the mountain moon.
answering vice-prefect zhang by Wang Wei
and a wind in the leaves along both banks, and the moon athwart my solitary sail.
from a mooring on the tonglu to a friend in yangzhou by Meng Haoran
therefore I lie awake and ponder, on the pine-shadowed moonlight in my empty window.
Meng Haoran's on returning at the year's end to zhongnan mountain
It's a sunny month in the Fallen River, and a fisher-boat moored there, under my door.
Du Mu's Lodging
Guang Zesheng