A poem about the reflection of the full moon
Lang listened to the girl picking ling and returned with a nocturne. An autumn night in a deep mountain, Tang, stands empty after the rain.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. "Looking at the moon reminds me of a distant place." The moon in Zhang Tang in 1990 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.
So I left a message with the moon, tossing and turning in front of the bed, looking forward to dreaming of Bo Qinhuai. Tang Dumu smoked a cage with cold water and moon sand, and stayed near Qinhuai restaurant at night. Strong women in business don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river.
"Feeling on the Tower of the River" Tang Zhaowei went to the bottom of the river alone to think quietly, and the moonlight was like water. Where are all the people who come to play with the moon? The scenery is vaguely like the moonlight on the riverside and the tidal waves of Zhang in the Tang Dynasty last year, and the bright moon on the sea was born.
I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, 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, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon 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 is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.
The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss. Whose boat tonight, where do you miss the moon floor? Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.
The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil. At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.
Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water. Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.
In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west. Oblique moon hides sea fog, Jieshi Xiaoxiang infinite road? I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.
Hope to adopt.
2. The poem 1, which describes the reflection, overlaps on the Yao platform and cannot be swept away after several calls. In the evening when the sun went down, Hua Ying just retired, but the moon rose again and Hua Ying appeared again. -From the Song Dynasty: Su Shi's Flower Shadow
Explain in vernacular Chinese: The flower shadows on the pavilion are layer after layer. Let the children clean them several times. How can they be swept? In the evening, the sun went down, and Huaying just retired, but the moon rose again and Huaying appeared again.
2. The setting sun is oblique and the autumn wind is cold. Whether the old friend will come or not tonight will make people do their best. -From the Tang Dynasty: Yan Lu's buttonwood shadow sets in the sunset.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: The sun has set in the west and is about to go down. The autumn wind came in waves and it felt colder. After waiting so long, why hasn't my old friend come yet? Are you coming or not? After waiting for a long time, night has fallen and there is moonlight everywhere. I don't know how long it took, but the shadow of the phoenix tree faded, and there was no moon shadow.
3, the river is heavy, the sails are shaded, and the fish swim through the cold wave at night. At the ferry, Bai Niao flies, smoke billows, and fishing songs are hidden in the depths of reed flowers. -From the Tang Dynasty: Yan Xuan's Ding Feng Bo, the river sinks and sails shadow.
Interpretation in vernacular Chinese: The river is deep, and the sails are across the river. Fish in the water swim in the cold river waves from morning till night, and Bai Niao flies in pairs at the ferry. Clouds are everywhere, fishermen are singing fishing songs and hiding in the depths of reeds.
4, the bridge shadow flows rainbow, the lake light reflects snow, and the green curtain in spring is not deep. An inch of horizontal waves, heartbroken people are in the shade. Gossamer doesn't live in a sheep cart, so who is the messenger? —— From the Qing Dynasty: Zhu Yizun's "The Shadow of the High Balcony Bridge Flows Rainbow"
Interpretation of the vernacular: the reflection of the bridge, the rainbow flowing in the water, the lake and mountains set off the snow-like waves, and the green curtain is not hung, which makes people feel that the deeper spring will belong to the other side. Her eyes, like eyes an inch long, suddenly saw the person who took her heart in the shade of the building. Helpless, wandering love can't tie his sheep cart, but who can I ask to be a bluebird to send her a message?
5. In the first half of Emei Mountain in autumn, Pingqiang River reflects. In the evening, Qingxi went to the Three Gorges, but the four gentlemen did not see Yuzhou. -From the Tang Dynasty: Li Bai's "Emei Mountain Moon Song"
Interpretation in vernacular Chinese: In front of the towering Mount Emei, there is a half-moon shape hanging. The flowing Pingqiang River reflects the bright moon. Set out by boat at night, leave Qingxi and go straight to the Three Gorges. Miss you, hard to meet, reluctant to part with Yuzhou.
3. Words, poems, famous sayings and articles about the full moon: a pot of wine from the flowers and I drink it alone. No one is with me.
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.
-Li Bai's "Drinking the Bright Moon Alone" The bright moon rises from the mountain of heaven and is in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
—— Li Bai Guan Shanyue The foot of my bed is so bright, will it have frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
-Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking" The moon has now crossed the sea, and the end of the world is * * *. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! -Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Thinking Far", he knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is so bright! .
-Du Fu's "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night" The bright moon hangs in the autumn sky, and its luster is wet. The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in.
-Meng Haoran's "Autumn Night under the Moon" On the night of August 15 the year before last, 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.
-Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the 15th of August" The atrium is a crow in Bai Shu, and the osmanthus in Coody Leng is silent and wet. Tonight, people are looking forward to it. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si? -Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights" has turned to the court for ten rounds, and this evening is a lonely corner.
Su E may have no regrets, but Yuchan is lonely and lonely. -Yan Shu's Mid-Autumn Moon When will there be a bright moon? Ask about Sky Wine.
I don't know what year it is in the imperial palace in the sky ... people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine, which is difficult to complete in ancient times. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
-Su Shi's "Water Tune Songs" The bright moon is easy to fall and people are easy to disperse, and it is even more important to see it when you come back. The clearer the moonlight in front of the hall, the more grass is exposed.
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.
-Su Shi's "Mid-Autumn Festival Seeing the Moon" is full of cold clouds, and silver and Han silently turn to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
-Su Shi is poor in the autumn and the moon, Huaihai is wrapped in silver, and Wan Daohong is a mussel. If there is no labor in the sky, the osmanthus tree will grow long and break the moon.
-Mi Fei's Mid-Autumn Festival: Climbing the Tower and Looking at the Moon; Go to the west wing, afraid of the weather, Yun Zheyue. But when you call it, Yu Di will break with a loud blow ... If you make a long circle so late, human feelings may not depend on your acceptance.
-Xin Qiji's "Man Jiang Hong" waits for the bright moon to raise a glass, and the fragrance disappears. Worship the fall of Huaxing, about the floating of the bright moon.
-Wen Tianxiang's "Return to Dong Mid-Autumn Festival, Please Give a Banquet" berthed at the west of the city at dusk, and sailed the long bridge to see the full moon. Gradually, I walked to the distant smoke grass, and suddenly I fell in front of the eaves next to Gaoting.
-Xu Wei's "Fifteen Nights Arriving in Jianning" traveled to Qiu Guang and was fragrant everywhere. The moon is bright and full, people are thousands of miles away, and the wind is urgent and the sails are light.
-Is Zhang Huangyan's Mid-Autumn Festival a thousand miles safe? Send my thoughts to you from afar. Love and care, affection and blessing, happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Bright Moon, Starlight, Mid-Autumn Festival, happy event! * * * Enjoy the moon and celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Clouds chasing the moon, osmanthus fragrance. The autumn of your life is the color of maple leaves. It's not that spring is better than spring, but the season in first frost is particularly radiant.
The full moon is similar year after year, and you and I look forward to it year after year. The brightness of the sky and the mercury everywhere are our common aspirations.
Raise a glass and look at the bright moon. At this time, the horizon is * * *. The autumn sky makes people think deeply. The treasure you left me is the thoughtful discrimination of philosophers and the creed of being born calmly.
The moon in Mid-Autumn Festival hangs quietly outside the window. I looked at it carefully and waited for a while.
Like a mirror, you and I are looking at each other. I want to enjoy the moon with you.
The moon is shining with silver jade in the sky, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is very enjoyable. The moon is white, and relatives on both sides watch the moon together. Niu Geng women's woven double-star petunia, Mid-Autumn Festival full moon, people round.
On the night of May 3rd, the silver sea is clear in autumn, the jade wheel on earth is full, and the flowers under the moon are full. China's Kyushu is willing to be the same, and both sides of the Mid-Autumn Festival look forward to the same circle. In the midsummer of September, Chen Fang celebrated its eighth anniversary. The moons on both sides of the moon are the same circle and autumn, which is the harvest season and the most emotional season.
That fruitful fruit, each one is full of hard work and sweat of workers! That maple leaf dancing lightly with the wind, each piece is an unforgettable love swan song! The wind blows gently, and the stars whisper, until I raise my cup to ask the moon and send acacia to Chang 'e from afar; Bow your head and miss your loved ones, it is your hometown that shows your mind! ! ! The full moon, people get together, raise a glass and celebrate! The bright moon in my hometown is infinite, and the bright moon in my hometown is also affectionate! Let's sing together to celebrate the bright moon tonight! Spread the song to Wan Li and wish each other diligence! Save it for the Mid-Autumn Festival next year, get together, have a good harvest, and speak your mind! ! ! The career stars shine high and happiness lasts forever! Xiangyun floating purple pavilion, beaming over Zhumen! Short curtains can keep the moon, but tall buildings don't hinder the clouds! Jing Lan is full of wind and windows at night! Relatives and friends, bamboo rain, romantic, tea, cigarettes, music, books. I once recalled that year.
Don't let Spring and Autumn become a good day, old friends are the hardest to come! A person's confidant is enough, and there are endless friends in this life! Clear autumn moon, the achievement of your long-lost tacit understanding! People don't want good advice, but they want their children and grandchildren to have wisdom! A bright moon, clear water on the four walls, dreaming of returning to my hometown! You are the bright moon in my heart forever. No matter how old you are, you will always tell your heart! Have a wonderful full moon and be United forever! Draw a pair of bright moons.
4. What ancient poems describe "reflection"? 1. Summer in Shanting
Tang gaopian
Green trees, deep shadows, long summer, the reflection of the tower in the pond.
The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant.
The trees are lush and dark, the summer is long, and the reflection of the balcony is reflected in the pond. The water curtain shakes and the breeze blows, and the roses are full of fragrance.
2. "The second rhyme Lu Yuanri"
Wang Ming Shouren
The sunset in the city will be different from the snow outside the city.
I also know what creation means. The most fundamental thing is that people are suffering.
The reflection on the balcony of Baifu, the cold sound of pine and bamboo in the Maozi.
The cloth is neither sad nor stiff, and there are as many elements as the morning light.
There is a sunset in the city and it snows outside the city. Ten miles apart, but the weather is different. Do you know what the creator thinks? Is the suffering in people's hearts really not erased? Master Yu's balcony is reflected in the water, and the cold information comes from the pine and bamboo in the hut. Don't worry about sleeping in a cloth quilt. A little more patience will always wait until dawn.
3. "Mink Head Watching the Moon in Jinshan"
Zhang Song Xiaoxiang
Jiangshan is beautiful and the wind is cold. Send a message to Sister Yue and lend me a jade mirror to look at. The fish and dragons in the valley cry sadly, and the movie stars shake, and the sea and sky are long at night. There is a shortage of silver, and it is dangerous to stay in Zijinshan.
The table is independent, the fee is lower, and the cloud crown is cut. Wash away the ice and snow and regard Wan Li as a dime. Looking back at Sanshan, I heard that the immortal laughed at me and asked me to return everything. Wave away, the phoenix is more beautiful.
The mountains and rivers are so magnificent, the dew is rolling, the breeze is blowing gently, and I feel a little chilly. Make the sound of the moon. Can you lend me a mirror to show me the beautiful scenery under the moon? The ichthyosaurs in the deep valley have been singing for a long time, and the stars reflected on the water are shaking with the microwave. The mist on the sea filled the night for a long time. Seen from a distance, the buildings on the Purple Mountain in the moonlight are like the Crystal Palace in tapiscia sinensis. Take Fei Xia as Yu Pei, wearing a high crown and overlooking the earth independently. The moonlight is as white as ice and snow, the shining earth is bright and transparent, and the scenery thousands of miles away can be clearly seen. Looking back at the Three Gods Mountain on the sea, it seems that all the immortals are smiling at me and inviting me to travel with them. Riding a phoenix bird, driving a carriage with phoenix feathers, waving and leaving.
4. The Night Photo of the Dead Hua Lian Xiao Yu and Chu Qing.
short for Shenyang/a surname
The rain stopped long ago, the clouds cleared away, and the sunset shone in the yard. Beautiful tower, lotus pond in reflection. The breeze is blowing gently, Yang Liuyi. Countless young and gentle sharp horns, like jade tin.
In such a garden, the scenery is beautiful. Wandering back, not in the mood to enjoy pleasure. Sitting alone at dusk, no one in the courtyard. Melancholy is the sadness in my heart, but also the grace of the old man.
At the beginning of the light rain, the clouds stopped and the sunset shone in the courtyard. The reflections in the golden pagoda and the lotus pond are now present. The breeze blows gently, and the willows are reluctant. Countless delicate lotus flowers have sharp horns, like green cymbals. Such a garden has infinite beauty. Returning from wandering, I am not in the mood to enjoy this happiness. Sitting alone at dusk, the courtyard is empty. Melancholy, pain and boredom aggravated the haggard of the old man.
5. "Huanxisha around Pinghu Lake and Bo Han City"
Song Zhangyuangan
Mountains surround Pinghu, shaking the city. The reflection of the lake is soaked in the green hills. Crystal downstairs is working the night shift.
When the fog and willow are dark, the clouds are full moon, and the dew lotus turns over the water and flies. The rustle reached the morning.
Continuous mountains surround Pinghu, and the waves are very big, which often shake the city walls. The shadow of the mountain is reflected in the waves of the lake. The mountain is green. It's almost midnight, and the lake is rippling, making it clear as crystal upstairs. Yun Zheyue in the sky, willow dark as fog. When the lotus leaves with dewdrops are turned, the water shines like fireflies. Scattered with gray and loose hair, stay quietly until dawn.
5. The poem 1 describes the moonlit night and Xijiang Moon in the middle section of Huangsha Road at night.
Author Xin Qiji, Song Dynasty
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. Daohuaxiang said a bumper harvest. Listen to the frogs.
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 community was next to the forest. This road turns to the creek bridge.
Vernacular translation:
The bright moon on the horizon rose to the treetops, scaring the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to bring cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice flowers, people are talking about the harvest year, and there are waves of frogs in their ears, as if talking about the harvest year.
There are light clouds in the sky, twinkling stars appear from time to time, and it is raining in front of the mountain. The familiar Maodian hut is still located in the Woods near the Earth Temple. Turning a corner, Maodian suddenly appeared in front of us.
2, quiet night thinking
Author Li Bai, Tang Dynasty,
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Vernacular translation:
The bright moonlight sprinkled on enough paper in front of the bed, as if the ground was frosted.
I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my hometown in the distance.
3. An autumn night in the mountains
Author Wang Wei, Tang Dynasty
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Vernacular translation:
The empty mountain is bathed in a new rain, and the arrival of night makes people feel that it is early autumn.
The moon is clear and clear, and the clear spring is flowing.
The bamboo forest was noisy until the washerwoman came back, and the lotus leaves swayed like canoes.
The wheat straw in spring might as well let it rest, and the prince and grandson in the mountains can stay in autumn.
The unnamed time was long before I met her, but it has been longer since we separated.
The author Li Shangyin lived in the Tang Dynasty.
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Vernacular translation:
The opportunity to meet each other is really hard to get, and it is even more difficult to part when we break up. Moreover, the weather in late spring, the east wind is about to close, is even more sad.
Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes.
Women dress up in front of the mirror in the morning, only worrying that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful appearance will disappear. Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression.
The other party's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to cross, but it is out of reach. I hope a messenger like a bluebird will visit my lover diligently for me.
5. Zhu Liguan
Author Wang Wei, Tang Dynasty
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
Vernacular translation:
Sitting alone in a quiet bamboo forest, sometimes playing the piano and sometimes whistling. Who knows I'm here in the jungle?
Only a bright moon accompanied me quietly.
6. Poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival full moon describe the beautiful sentence of the moon ★ The tired moon hides in the clouds to rest, leaving only a few stars as if watching.
★ The moon hangs obliquely in the sky, smiling, and the stars are crowded with the Milky Way, blinking. ★ A full moon rises, like a bright lamp, hanging high in the sky.
★ The moon opened its eyes wide and looked kindly at the villages and fields, much like a polished copper plate. ★ As the full moon rises, a soft smile appears on her silvered face.
★ The bright full moon has been lifted to the sky by the distant blue mountain. ★ The moon is round, like a spinning wheel, spinning her romantic reverie.
★ At night, it is very quiet. A full moon like a jade plate passes through the clouds, and the faint moonlight shines on the earth. ★ An apricot full moon climbed out of the mountain mouth and threw its reflection into the lake.
★ The full moon is like a yellow lantern, lifted from the eastern horizon and hung in the sky. ★ At night, the full moon rises, and a piece of peace shines on the earth with the silver moonlight.
★ The moon rises gradually. She is dressed in a long white gauze dress, quiet and serene, gentle and generous. Her silver face left a gentle smile through the willow branches.
★ The moon, like a newly-married daughter-in-law, just came up from the eastern horizon and shyly got into the leaves to hide. ★ The moon is like a weather-beaten old man, slowly combing the glistening moonlight.
★ The moon is like a shy girl, hiding in the clouds for a while, lifting the veil to reveal her charming face for a while, and the whole world is immersed in the dreamy silver gray by moonlight. ★ The moon is so bright that it turns the earth into snow blue, and trees, houses and streets are like a layer of mercury.
★ At the western end of the forest outside the door, the hanging first quarter moon has turned into a golden watermelon, not a curved eyebrow. ★ In the morning, the waning moon is like a pebble that has lost its luster and is thrown in the horizon.
★ A crescent moon is like a white pear, quietly blooming in the light blue sky. ★ The night sky is starry, and the moon is like a fishing boat, as if sailing in a wide silver river.
★ The moon is like a bow, winding in the sky. ★ A crescent moon rises from the distant forest. It's as white as freshly extracted silver.
★ A crescent moon, like a silver sickle, sticks out from the dark mountain peak. ★ A crescent moon rises, like a jade carving banana embedded in the sky, with bright blue light.
★ A crescent moon is like a boat, with its pointed bow facing upwards, rowing on the calm lake in the middle of the night, which gives me a feeling. ★ A crescent moon hangs high in the deep blue sky, and the clear water shines on the earth.
★ The crescent moon is like a golden boat moored among the branches. Passion burning like fire, passion shaking everything like a hurricane, passion flowing down like a waterfall, passion crackling like firecrackers, how could my youth be without them! In fact, everything is passionate, and it is more beautiful and elegant because of passion.
Flowers are the passion of plants, thunder and lightning are the passion of clouds, waves are the passion of rivers, wind is the passion of air, sunshine is the passion of morning, galloping of horses is the passion of grassland ... It is the passion that makes our hearts thump as exciting as drums; It is passion that makes our blood surge like the tide; It is passion that makes our courage erupt like a volcano; It is passion that releases our strength like a hammer; It is passion that makes us flap our wings gently and fly to the ideal of hanging high; It's passion, let's stride towards distant goals. It is passion, let our fists hold high some vows; It's passion. Let's hold on to some beliefs. In a word, it is passion that makes our life enter the most enthusiastic state.
Life without passion is like a story without climax, like a peacock without a screen, like a bowstring without a full moon, like the water is always warm and boiling, like a football match without a shot, like a mountain without a summit. Let us face the cliff and have the passion to climb; Facing the sea, there is a passion for surfing; Facing the starry sky, there is a passion to look up; Facing the land, there is a passion for farming; Facing the runway, there is a passion for sprinting; Facing books, there is a passion to study hard, and facing problems, there is a passion to ask questions; Facing the competition, have the passion to beat the opponent; In the face of failure, I have the passion to get up after falling.
Life has given us a huge and infinitely noble gift, that is, youth: full of strength, full of expectation, willingness, full of ambition to learn and struggle. Wu Rui Festival is coming, I send you a sweet zongzi: with fragrant blessings as leaves, generous tolerance as meters, gentle reminders as stuffing, and then wrapped with silk thread of friendship. I hope you can taste the beauty of life and the feelings of May 5.
In fact, life is like four seasons; Innocent childhood is the spring of life, passionate youth is the summer of life, steady middle age is the autumn of life, and rickety old age is the winter of life. The deceased is like this, youth is no longer there, and the aging of the body is a natural law. As long as people keep their inner spring, life will always be young.
People have physical youth, which is measured by age and body; There is also psychological youth, measured by thoughts and mentality. Some people, when they are young, have no long-term aspirations and are unhappy, and they are already aging when they are young; Some people are old, but full of vigor, but they are always young when they are old.
Physical youth is like a beautiful flower, but it can't bloom forever; Psychological youth, like pine and cypress, can be proud of the wind and frost of time. Always eager for maturity, but want to stick to it forever, always want to gain success, but the efforts made unexpectedly fail; I always want to have a clear sky of my own, but I can't get out of the sad rainy season; I always want to be chic, but I can't change that loneliness.
It is not until the age when youth is gone that we know how to cherish it. The finite past is based on the present, and the infinite future is based on the present.
Between "the past" and "the future", there is "the present" to make it continuous, eternal and a reality without beginning and end. Ring the bell of the present, and the infinite past and future echo from afar.
7. What's in the poem Description of Reflection? Li Bai's water is pure and plain, and egrets fly in the middle of the month.
-"Autumn Ode to Pu (XIII)" Moonlight in the Tang pine forest and crystal stone in the stream. -"Mountain Autumn Night" Tang Mingyue was in the sky, and at this time the world was * * *.
-"Looking at the Moon and Thinking about a Far Away" Zhang Tang Jiuling smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant. -"Bo Qinhuai" Tang Du Mu went to the bottom of the river alone to meditate, and the moonlight was like water.
-"Feeling in the Jiang Lou" Tang Zhao Wei's original work: "Thirteen Songs of Autumn Pu" Tang Li Baishui is pure and pure, and the egrets fly in the moonlight. Lang listened to the girl picking ling and returned with a nocturne.
An autumn night in a deep mountain, Tang, stands empty after the rain. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
"Looking at the moon reminds me of a distant place." The moon in Zhang Tang in 1990 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.
"Bo Qinhuai" Tang 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.
"Feeling on the Tower of the River" Tang Zhaowei went to the bottom of the river alone to think quietly, and the moonlight was like water. Where are all the people who come to play with the moon? The scenery is vaguely like last year's moonlight on the riverside.
A clear moon is reflected in the transparent green water, and a row of egrets fly in the sun. Farmer Lang and Huo listened to the girl who picked Ling, sang folk songs together and walked back to the moon.
The bright moonlight reflected the pine forest, and the spring water gurgled over the stone. A bright moon rises from the sea. At this time, my relatives in the distant horizon and I are also watching the moon.
Blurred moonlight and light smoke enveloped the cold sea and white beach, and the boat was moored at Qinhuai restaurant on the shore at night. Climbing to the bottom of the river and looking around, I saw the clear moonlight pouring on the rippling river. Because the river is flowing, the moonlight shines more brightly.