1. What are the titles of ancient poems about traditional Chinese festivals?
1. Spring Festival Wang Anshi's "Yuan Ri" "Yuan Ri Qijue" is a poem celebrating the Spring Festival.
The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu. Thousands of households always replace old talismans with new peaches.
2. Lantern Festival, the fifteenth night of the first lunar month, Su Weiwei
Fire trees and silver flowers bloom, and the iron locks of the star bridge open. The dark dust follows the horse, and the bright moon follows the person. All the players are playing plum blossoms, and the singing path is full of falling plum blossoms. Jinwu can't help himself at night, and the jade leaks don't rush each other.
3.. Qingming Festival Qingming Du Mu
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying. May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance.
Cold Food Han Hong
4..Dragon Boat Festival Shui Tiao Ge Tou Dragon Boat Festival
The dusk covers the traces, and the stone sinks in the river. Where the doctor sings, the waning moon is cold in the sky. The turbid waves are rolling eastward, the clouds are dreaming up and down, and the Chu land is also feeling sad. Jike writes in a Sao style, and worries about the article.
Beat drums, throw rice dumplings, and pack all the clothes. The flying boat stopped the waves, waving its oars and lifting its arms, roaring wildly. After wandering around in the past, the sun is beautiful and the wind is calm, and the three villages should be peaceful. Time flies by, but the spirit of justice will last forever.
5. Mid-Autumn Festival. When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. I don’t know what year it is in the palace in the sky... People have joys and sorrows, separation and reunion, and the moon waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult to complete in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan. --Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"
Meng Haoran's "Feelings Under the Moon at Autumn Night"
Bai Juyi's "Watching the Moon in the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th"
Wang Jian "Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night"
Yan Shu's "Mid-Autumn Moon"
6. Reminiscing about Shangdong Brother (Tang Dynasty) Wang Bo on September 9th during the Double Ninth Festival
Alone in a foreign land As a stranger, I miss my loved ones even more during the festive season. I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is only one Zhu Yingshao there.
Passing the old friend's village, Meng Haoran
7. Winter Solstice Handan Winter Solstice Night (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi
During the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, the shadows in front of the lanterns hugging the knees are accompanied by shadows.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about people traveling far away.
Winter Solstice (Tang Dynasty) Du Fu
There are many related poems, these are just a few of them, I don’t know if they are enough~~
Also, China As future generations, we still need to learn more about classical literature and poetry! :) 2. Modern poems with the theme of traditional Chinese festivals
About the Mid-Autumn Festival 1. Small island: the place where the moon rises, the moon rises, the sound of eagles returning to their nests, and the fish jumping out of the blue light. The sound of the piano interprets many ancient legends. I don’t know whose eyes fell on the birch tree, blinking with wisdom and aloofness. At night, they gave the moon infinite tenderness. It was also the window grilles cut out by grandma that were posted on the windows that night and were wrapped in ice flowers. I melted in my dream (Sartu: the name of a place in Daqing City, which means "the place where the moon rises" in Mongolian) 2. Mid-Autumn Festival 1. If that counts as a separation, can I forgive you in my young heart like Fallen leaves can forgive the wild wind for being rude, and youth can forgive the years for erasing her. 2. The crickets have stopped making noise. The pomegranate tree is covered with blushing fruits. The last rain soaked the wild roses (they say the roses by the lake like to sing). You Will you sit under the moon and listen to me sing? Fly into the mountains and forests, across the lake, towards the full moon. 3. Life is a difficult play to perform. On a stage surrounded by people, there are no lights, no music, only use. My loud voice sings that song whose name I forgot, so what? The years will continue and I don’t know when we will be separated again. 4. The moon has risen to mid-air. It turns out that the lake will also have the sound of tide. From the beginning to the end, the only thing that remains unchanged is the moon. The full moon is pale and the mid-autumn chrysanthemums are blooming in the forest. Under the moon, you and I bid farewell with tears. Mid-Autumn Poems on October 9, 1992 - Foreign Poems 1. Venetian Barcarolle [English] Moore House ○ Translated by Shang Jiaxiang The wind blew by that night When we arrived at Piazza Tower, ah, Nina, do you know who is waiting here? Even though you wear a veil, I can still tell. You know that love is burning in my heart.
I am waiting here in the disguise of a boatman, and I tell you tremblingly: "The boat is ready." Ah, come on! Come quickly while the dark clouds still cover the bright moon! Let's take advantage of this moonlit night to fly to another country! 2. The bright moon [French] Verlaine ○Translated by Gray The bright moon shines in the woods, making a sound on the branches and under the leaves: Ah, the person in my heart.
The pond is like a deep mirror, reflecting the black willow shadow, and the wind is weeping on the willow tops... It's time to dream. The vast, warm tranquility seems to descend from the starry sky. This is the perfect moment.
"My yearning is round" Ai Qing My yearning is round. The moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival in August is also the brightest and roundest. No matter how high the mountain is and how wide the sea is, you can see it on such a night. What will come to mind? My thoughts are round. Watermelons and apples are round. It is joyful to reunite families. It is painful to be separated from flesh and blood. People who miss their loved ones look at the bright moon in the sky. Who can swallow the moon cake? "Mid-Autumn Festival" If that counts as a separation, can I forgive you in my young heart, just like falling leaves can forgive the wild wind and rudeness, youth can forgive the years that wipe her away, the crickets have stopped making noise, the pomegranate tree is full of blushing fruits, and the last one A rain soaked the wild roses (they say the roses by the lake like to sing). Will you sit under the moon and listen to me singing? Listen to my songs and fly into the mountains and forests, across the lake and towards the full moon. "Mid-Autumn Moon" Mid-Autumn Festival The moon is always so melancholy, like a puddle of autumn water, the desolation contains my helpless sadness. Use your slender hands to cut a ray of hazy moonlight, allowing me to collect tonight's loneliness. The sweet-scented osmanthus in August has begun to fragrance, but I can no longer find it. Direction of arrival "Hometown of the Moon" Peng Bangzhen A moon in the water A moon in the sky The moon in the sky is in the water The moon in the water is in the sky Looking down at the water Looking up at the sky Looking at the moon Missing my hometown One in the water One in the sky "Flying to the Moon" 》Shu Ting and you have the same bright and beautiful spring dreams, are they fleeting? And you ignored everything and threw yourself into the unreachable source of life. Even if the moon is willing to accept your betrayal, loneliness will still accompany you for thousands of years. Why can't the majestic mountains shoulder the heavy chains for you? Did you fly away lightly? A beautiful weak voice in "Mid-Autumn Festival" immortalized by thousands of performances. During the Mid-Autumn Festival in August on Shuting Island, the bananas are swaying and the longan is ripe. I don’t know that there are flowers in the morning and the moon in the evening, just because there have been many storms in the past year.
When passion brings a tenth level storm, my heart doesn’t know where to anchor. The road has been chosen, there are no roses, and I have never regretted it.
People are prone to sleepwalking in the moonlight. They long for but also know how to be gentle. To prevent the blood from flowing like this, the pride of a twenty-four-year-old is obviously not enough.
You need solid shoulders to lean on your tired head; you need a pair of hands to support you in the heaviest moments. Even though we understand that life should be completely dedicated, there will be as much sorrow as you leave for yourself.
"Where the Moon Rises" The moon rises on the island. There are the sounds of eagles returning to their nests. Fishes leap out of the blue light. The sound of pianos interpret ancient legends. Many unknown eyes fall on the birch trees and blink. The earth revealed wisdom and aloofness, but at night it gave the moon infinite tenderness. The window grilles cut out by grandma and posted on the window that night were wrapped in ice flowers and melted in my dream. 3. Modern poems about traditional festivals
Thoughts on the Dragon Boat Festival
Author: Xu Xiaowei
Thinking about it every year, thinking about it every year.
That great hero,
Your righteous soul!
It has entered the hearts of the Chinese nation early.
Think about it every year, think about it every year.
That great poet,
Your chapter!
This is the spirit that we will sing for all generations.
Think about it every year, think about it every year.
My great nation is proud!
Today is your holiday!
Let me beat the national drum for you!
Think about it every year, think about it every year.
Qingming Festival
Author: Shi Wangxiang
Spring Rain
I don’t know how many Qingming Festivals Xiaoxiao has had
I miss this rain It’s been raining like this since Du Mu’s time
I think the rain is pouring
Still slowly getting wet
The new incense ash and paper money are added all over the mountain
I want this rain to accompany my grandma
How many flickering green lanterns have I endured in the underworld
This swaying wind, rain, ice and ice Desolation in the body
Desolation in the heart
The heavy luggage carries more than just memorials
It also accumulates more than nostalgia
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May I ask where the restaurant is where I can get drunk?
The sound of the shepherd boy’s flute in the apricot blossoms, spring rain, and the wanderer’s journey
The wine flag of Diya in the south of the Yangtze River in the spring rain Could it have been a cloud banner that summons souls
I am drunk and want to sleep, please go away
Next year, cold food and wine will come 4. Modern poems about our country’s traditional festivals
Spring Festival The Spring Festival is a colorful leopard. It captures the most glorious life scenes in the world and chews through all our hypocrisy, resentment, sorrow and joy one by one. The Spring Festival is a cradle full of wishes. It hangs crisply and crisply in thousands of households. Our year's worries are tightly wrapped in front of the door, never letting a branch of red apricot come out of the wall. The Spring Festival is a fish wandering between forgetfulness and memory, sliding back and forth between our chaotic fingers year after year. Like the flowers we have been waiting for for a brief moment, they kiss and then leave in a hurry. Living in the jungle of the Spring Festival, I believe there will be many people like me who sit calmly and look at the back of the Spring Festival indifferently, just like my father slowly walking on the horizon. The rise and fall... Lantern Festival. The Lantern Festival is the drum beat of early spring that hits the kitchen halls of cities and villages with joy. Those dried tears wake up and boil one by one overnight. Walking on the light tip of the lamp, the Lantern Festival warms the sorrow of time. The lion of thousands of years Thousand-year-old dragons speak in the east, and the peach blossoms everywhere with smiles lovingly pave the way for our year-round red hearts. The vineyards never plant thin fireworks. Intoxicated between folk customs and memories, we use different methods every time we gather and disperse during the Lantern Festival. It makes time sleepless all night. A variety of boiled, fried, steamed and fried happiness overflows the spring tide and tightly wraps the moon's face, preventing sweetness and reunion from slipping away... Qingming Festival dream paradise Jie Zitui and his mother embrace each other like fire and yin and yang. Between me and my mother, there is a grain of loess and a silver-white waterfall. Mother chews with relish. Cold food is forbidden. Fire wind rolls on the branches. Swallows are like sponges, sucking the sound of dim water. This makes our souls squeeze against each other and raise glasses to drink. Mother said : "It's enough for the child to live." After walking through so many neighbors' houses, I am no longer cautious... The blood of the Dragon Boat Festival poet is magnificent. The poet's soul and body are profound in the core of each rice dumpling. The poet was thousands of years ago. Later, I felt that many of the famous sayings were as heavy as the incense of stones. Then on the fifth day of May, a dragon boat race was held on the banks of the Miluo River. A small group of long-bearded people hollered into flags and traced the history and culture. The poets shouted as bright as stars. Every block of square characters like a Hong is a A bullet hole, a drop of blood, has made the world more prosperous, calm and wise because of the vicissitudes of life. On the fifth day of May, poets never eat rice dumplings, but throw them into the river to offer sacrifices. The words turn into strength in the grief in the belly of the fish. The strength burns, the language burns, the nation burns the poet. : What is dead is the mission, what is alive is also the mission, illuminates and illuminates the way forward for the world, the Mid-Autumn Festival, the classical Mid-Autumn Festival, the old man from Dongpo who is far away from the hustle and bustle, paints China's immortal country and mountains, the book of China's immortal words, a branch Bamboo sticks are left on the coir rain, classical Mid-Autumn moonlight is like a dream, Chang'e is spreading her wide sleeves in the palace, Wu Gang is holding out osmanthus wine, under the moon the old man is stroking a lock of his long beard, drunkenly turning around in the Zhu Pavilion, leaning low against the door, playing the harp and singing: What are the years now and in the past, I wish you a long life. A bolt of lightning shines brightly in the desolate starry sky, but the moonlight is still shining tonight. The soul has traveled through the eternal time and space of the Northern Song Dynasty. Are you singing to the wine tonight? During the Chinese Valentine's Day, a female textile worker weaved the country magpies into mandarin ducks and then moved them to the lungs of the city. Beginning to weave the tall buildings in the city. Chatting under the neon red grape trellis day and night. The ever pure and elegant textile worker is filled with the breath of menarche. The wind of early autumn wrinkles a pool of spring water. The sigh of a thousand years of freehand falling flowers. The gaze between the city and the countryside is still as far away as the Milky Way. On the canvas of the independent time, the eyes of the textile worker are frozen, a replica of the two flying swallows are not the most beautiful, holding hands, the wheat seedlings in the countryside turn yellow and green, a letter of embroidery arrives at night, the hillside of the white water tobacco field, the man lies rough in another field of milk Swimming in her mouth, she kept mumbling the textile worker's name. Should she be a fish that sheds tears of love or be the flowing water of life? Watching the ambiguous steps of the water plants gradually drifting away, the textile worker's heart no longer had the frogs croaking. The ribs of autumn were still loud and clear. Who said that the heart is higher than the sky, who said that life is thinner than paper? The violet sunshine wipes away the last tear of Chinese Valentine's Day. The bird's paradise is crowded with happy kisses in the middle of the city. The textile worker lies in her spacious boudoir and unwraps stacks of rich courtships. Catching a pair of eyes that understand her like an eagle... 5. Modern Chinese poems about traditional festivals Urgently Seeking
Shui Tiao Ge Tou The twilight of the Dragon Boat Festival hides the traces, and the stone sinks into the river.
Where the doctor sings, the waning moon is cold in the sky. The turbid waves are rolling eastward, the clouds are dreaming up and down, and the Chu land is also feeling sad.
Ji Ke writes in a Sao style, worrying about the article. Beat drums, throw rice dumplings, and pack the whole outfit.
The flying boat stopped the waves, waving its oars, lifting its arms and roaring wildly. After wandering around in the past, the sun is beautiful and the wind is calm, and the three villages should be peaceful.
The years pass by quickly, but the moral integrity will last forever. I have been homesick for the Mid-Autumn Festival and have been away from home for decades. Tonight, I have the hardest sleep. I don’t know if there is a moon in the green willow pond next to the village. I send you my lovesickness on New Year’s Eve. The lanterns in ancient times are gone. Only the Lantern Festival is still sweet. I removed yesterday’s tears of lovesickness and I was so happy that Wan’er returned home in my dream. Where did the sky open? How many times have we left the country? Clouds and dreams are like leaving horses, walking on fish beams, we must be endowed with jade to summon souls. The holy dynasty has nothing to do, many comings and goings, good travels, and friendship, few going. The road is full of dragons and boats. We are deliberately listening to the mountains and rivers. We mourn the king Sun Jing and think about Li Bai in front of his bed. Moonlight, suspected to be frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown. The song under the plug Lu Lun Yue Black wild geese fly high, Shan Yu escapes in the night.
In order to drive Qingqi away, heavy snow covered the bow and knife. Zhuli Pavilion Wang Wei sat alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly; no one in the deep forest knew that the bright moon came to shine on him.
Night mooring at Maple Bridge Zhang Jiyue is covered with crows and frost, and the river maple fish and fire face each other in sleepy state. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight.
Qing Ping Diao Li Baiyun thinks about clothes and flowers, and looks like face. The spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is rich. If we hadn't seen it on the top of the jade mountain, we would have seen it under the moon on Yaotai. Folk Song The moon crescents over Kyushu, some families are happy and some are sad.
Several couples live together in tents, and some are scattered in other states. I stayed in Tonglu River and sent my old trip to Guangling. Meng Haoran listened to the ape's sorrow in the darkness of the mountain, and the Cangjiang River surged at night.
The wind rustled the leaves on both sides of the bank, and the moon shone on a lonely boat. Jiande is not my homeland, but we should reminisce about old travels.
I will also send two lines of tears to the west of the sea. Traveling at night to read and cherish Du Fu's fine grass and gentle breeze on the shore, and the dangerous raft of the boat alone at night.
The stars hang down over the vast plains, and the moon surges across the river. Isn't it famous for writing articles? Officials should retire due to old age and illness.
What does Piao Piao look like? The sky and the earth are like sand gulls. Jinse Li Shangyin's Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column is reminiscent of the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already at a loss. Untitled Li Shangyin It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet each other. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
The spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes. The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples are changing, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night.
There is not much way to Penglai, so the blue bird is diligent in visiting. Shui Tiao Ge Tou Su Shi When will the bright moon appear? Ask the sky for wine.
I don’t know what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid of beautiful buildings and jade houses.
It’s so cold at high places, dancing to clear the shadows, how can it be like being in the human world? Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred. When will we always be kind to each other? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult to solve in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and enjoy the beauty of Chanjuan thousands of miles away.
*Poetry--Inspirational Ancient Style Li Shen sows a grain of millet in spring and harvests ten thousand grains in autumn. There is no idle land all over the world, and farmers are still starving to death.
It is noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil. Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard work.
Golden Threaded Clothes Du Qiuniang advises you not to cherish your golden threaded clothes, and advises you to cherish your youth. Flowers are ready to be broken when they bloom, but don’t wait to break branches when there are no flowers left.
The long song is played by the sunflowers in the green garden, and the morning dew awaits the setting sun. In the spring of Budeze, all things will be radiant.
I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the leaves will turn yellow and wither. From the east to the sea, when will the rivers return to the west? If a young man doesn't work hard, he will be sad! Miscellaneous Poems Tao Yuanming's life has no roots, floating like dust on the road.
Scattered and driven by the wind, this is no longer the case. We are brothers, why should we be close by flesh and blood? Have fun and have fun, fight and drink with your neighbors.
The prime years will never come again, and the morning will never come again. Be encouraged in time, time waits for no one.
*Poetry - Farewell and Farewell Wang Wei said goodbye to each other in the mountains, the sunset covered the firewood. The spring grass will be green next year, and the king and grandson will never return.
Song of Weicheng Wang Wei The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends.
There are strange trees in the garden. There are strange trees in the garden, with lush green leaves. If you climb a bar and lose your glory, you will leave your thoughts behind.
The fragrance fills the sleeves, but the road is far away. This thing is not expensive, but I feel that it will last forever.
On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is bright and clear. The full moon is regarded as a symbol of reunion and the emotional connection of literati.
The following are famous lines related to the bright moon and Mid-Autumn Festival excerpted from poems of past dynasties. A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.
Raise your glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me.
For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring. My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.
--Li Bai's "Drinking Alone under the Moon" The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds. The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass.
--Li Bai's "Guan Shan Yue" There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.
--Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts" There is a bright moon on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night! -Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan" The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
--Du Fu's "Moonlight Night Recalls My Brother-in-law" The bright moon hangs in the autumn sky, moistened with lustrous dew. The startled magpies have not yet settled down, and the flying fireflies roll in behind the curtain.
--Meng Haoran's "Autumn Night and Moonlight" It was the night of August 15th last year, by the apricot garden by the Qujiang Pool. On the night of August 15th this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Penpu.
Looking to the northwest, where is my hometown? To the southeast, I can see how full the moon is.
Yesterday the wind blew and no one was there, but tonight the light is as clear as in previous years.
--Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th" Crows roost on the white trees in the courtyard, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks out, I wonder who is missing in autumn? --Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night" The shadows of ten rounds of frost turn around the courtyard, and people are alone in the corner this night.
Su'e may not be without regrets, the jade toad is cold and the sweet-scented osmanthus is lonely. --Yan Shu's "Mid-Autumn Moon" When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine.
I don’t know what year it is in the palace in the sky... People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.
-- Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" The bright moon is easy to be low and people are easy to disperse. When you return to drink, you will watch it again. The moonlight in front of the hall becomes clearer and clearer, and the grass in the throat is humming and the grass is dew.
No one is around when the roller blinds are pushed open. Only Old Chu is mute under the window. Don't be ashamed of poverty in Nandu. There are several people who write poems about the moon.
--Su Shi's "Seeing the Moon and Ziyou in the Mid-Autumn Festival" The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with the clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently. This night in this life will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
-- Su Shi's "Mid-Autumn Moon" The Huaihai Sea is as full as silver, and thousands of rainbow lights nurture the treasures of clams. If there is no moon door in the sky, the osmanthus branches will support the westward wheel.
-- Mi Fu's "Climbing the Tower to Look at the Moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival" Hurry up to the west tower, fearing that the sky will release and the clouds will cover the moon. But if you call for a jade fiber flute and blow it, it will crack... If you have a long and round night like this, the favor may not be appreciated.
--Xin Qiji's "Man Jiang Hong" Waiting for the moon to raise a glass, calling the fragrant bottle into the green net. Worship the falling stars, and make appointments with the bright moon.
--Wen Tianxiang's "Hui Dong Ti Ju's Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet Initiation" In the west of the city, the boat was moored at dusk, and we set off towards the long bridge to see the full moon. Gradually, you can see the smoke and floating grass in the distance, and suddenly you are in front of the falling eaves of a high pavilion.
--Xu Wei's "Arrived in Jianning on the 15th Night" The autumn scenery is light and the road is long, and the orchids, osmanthus and osmanthus are fragrant. The moon is bright and full, people are thousands of miles away, and the wind is blowing. 6. Modern poetry with the theme of traditional Chinese festivals
About the Mid-Autumn Festival 1. Small island: where the moon rises, the moon rises, the sound of eagles returning to their nests, the fish jumping out of the blue light, and the sound of the piano Interpreting ancient legends, many unknown eyes fell on the birch trees, blinking with wisdom and aloofness, but throwing infinite tenderness to the moon at night. It was also the window grilles cut out by grandma that were posted on the window that night and were wrapped in ice flowers. Melted in the dream (Sartu: the name of a place in Daqing City, Mongolian means "the place where the moon rises") 2. Mid-Autumn Festival 1. If that is also considered a separation, can I forgive you in my young heart just like falling leaves can Forgive the wild wind for being rude. Youth can forgive the years for erasing her. 2. The crickets stopped making noise. The pomegranate tree was covered with blushing fruits. The last rain soaked the wild roses (they say the roses by the lake like to sing). Will you? You will sit under the moon and listen to me sing. Listen to my songs. Fly into the mountains and forests, fly over the lake, and fly to the full moon. 3. Life is a difficult play to perform. On a stage surrounded by people, there are no lights and no music. Only I can sing loudly. So what? The years will continue and I don’t know when we will be separated again. 4. The moon has risen to mid-air. It turns out that the lake will also have the sound of tide. It turns out that the only thing that remains unchanged from beginning to end is the full moon. Mid-Autumn chrysanthemums bloom in the pale forest. Under the moon, you and I bid farewell with tears. Mid-Autumn Poems on October 9, 1992 - Foreign Poems 1. Venetian Barcarolle [English] Moore House ○ Translated by Shang Jiaxiang The wind blew through Nabia that night When picking up the pagoda, ah, Nina, do you know who is waiting here? Even though you wear a veil, I can still tell. You know that love is burning in my heart.
I am waiting here in the disguise of a boatman, and I tell you tremblingly: "The boat is ready." Ah, come on! Come quickly while the dark clouds still cover the bright moon! Let's take advantage of this moonlit night to fly to another country! 2. The bright moon [French] Verlaine ○Translated by Gray The bright moon shines in the woods, making a sound on the branches and under the leaves: Ah, the person in my heart.
The pond is like a deep mirror, reflecting the black willow shadow, and the wind is weeping on the willow tops... It's time to dream. The vast, warm tranquility seems to descend from the starry sky. This is the perfect moment.
"My yearning is round" Ai Qing My yearning is round. The moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival in August is also the brightest and roundest. No matter how high the mountain is and how wide the sea is, you can see it on such a night. What will come to mind? My thoughts are round. Watermelons and apples are round. It is joyful to reunite families. It is painful to be separated from flesh and blood. People who miss their loved ones look at the bright moon in the sky. Who can swallow the moon cake? "Mid-Autumn Festival" If that counts as a separation, can I forgive you in my young heart, just like falling leaves can forgive the wild wind and rudeness, youth can forgive the years that wipe her away, the crickets have stopped making noise, the pomegranate tree is full of blushing fruits, and the last one A rain soaked the wild roses (they say the roses by the lake like to sing). Will you sit under the moon and listen to me singing? Listen to my songs and fly into the mountains and forests, across the lake and towards the full moon. "Mid-Autumn Moon" Mid-Autumn Festival The moon is always so melancholy, like a puddle of autumn water, the desolation contains my helpless sadness. Use your slender hands to cut a ray of hazy moonlight, allowing me to collect tonight's loneliness. The sweet-scented osmanthus in August has begun to fragrance, but I can no longer find it. Direction of arrival "Hometown of the Moon" Peng Bangzhen A moon in the water A moon in the sky The moon in the sky is in the water The moon in the water is in the sky Looking down at the water Looking up at the sky Looking at the moon Missing my hometown One in the water One in the sky "Flying to the Moon" 》Shu Ting and you have the same beautiful spring dreams, are they fleeting? And you ignored everything and threw yourself into the unreachable source of life. Even if the moon is willing to accept your betrayal, loneliness will still accompany you for thousands of years. Why can't the majestic mountains shoulder the heavy chains for you? Did you fly away lightly? A beautiful weak voice in "Mid-Autumn Festival" immortalized by thousands of performances. During the Mid-Autumn Festival in August on Shuting Island, the bananas are swaying and the longan is ripe. I don’t know that there are flowers in the morning and the moon in the evening, just because there have been many storms in the past year.
When passion brings a tenth level storm, my heart doesn’t know where to anchor. The road has been chosen, there are no roses, and I have never regretted it.
People are prone to sleepwalking in the moonlight. They long for but also know how to be gentle. To prevent blood from flowing like this, the pride of a twenty-four-year-old is obviously not enough.
You need solid shoulders to lean on your tired head; you need a pair of hands to support you in the heaviest moments. Even though you understand that your life should be completely dedicated, there will be as much sorrow as you leave for yourself.
"Where the Moon Rises" The moon rises on the island. There are sounds of eagles returning to their nests. Fishes leap out of the blue light. The sound of pianos interprets ancient legends. Many unknown eyes fall on the birch trees and blink. The earth revealed wisdom and aloofness, but at night it gave the moon infinite tenderness. The window grilles cut out by grandma and posted on the window that night were wrapped in ice flowers and melted in my dream. 7. Modern sentences describing traditional festivals
How can we not miss his noble sentiments and recite his "Li Sao" and "Nine Songs" during the Dragon Boat Festival? Another example is the Chinese Valentine's Day. From ancient times to the present, countless poets and poets wrote immortal poems based on the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.
In "Nineteen Ancient Poems" there is a touching description of "Altair is far away, and the Han girl is on the bright river". Cao Pi's "The Song of the Swallow" has "The bright moon shines brightly on my bed, and the starry night is still young in the west of Han Dynasty;" "The morning glory and the weaver girl look at each other from a distance, why are you alone in the river beam?" Du Mu's "Autumn Evening" uses "the cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the light fan blows against the flowing fireflies. The sky is as cold as water at night, lying down to watch the morning glory." The freshness and beauty of "Vega" keep readers daydreaming, and Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal" inspires countless lovers with its generous words: "If love lasts for a long time, how can we live day and night?"