Lu you
Lying at night listening to the wind and rain,
Iron horse glacier dream.
Guimeng
Don du fu
If you don't get your dream back, you don't have to talk about it.
Li Bai's two dream poems
Don du fu
Until you appeared in my dream last night, because I have been thinking about you.
On August 30th, the next year, Paulie, I dreamed about it day and night.
Tang Bai Juyi
Dust tassel suddenly relieved sincerity, overjoyed, the world network will come back is unknown.
Don't forget the whole Mu Jong in your dream, walking in the mud rain in Lingnan.
No straight, sleepwalking in Xianyou Temple.
Tang Bai Juyi
Because it has become a southwest dream, the dream is a fairy journey.
Mengpei xianggong
Tang Bai Juyi
Dreams are like the past, and there is a golden palace.
Generation after generation of dreams farewell.
Tang Sasuke
Don't dream of parting, it will become sadder after sorrow.
I feel that my dream is thousands of miles away, and it is difficult to follow it.
I miss my dream, but I hate being late.
Even if this is true, why not dream?
2. Poetry welcomes relatives to visit ~ ~ 1, not looking for Lu Hongxian at home.
Tang Dynasty: Jiao Ran
He moved his home to the city wall and the country road to Sang Ma's residence. The chrysanthemum near the fence has not been seen in autumn.
There was no dog barking at the door, so I asked my neighbors in the west. His neighbor reported that he went to the mountains and always wanted to reflect the sunset on the western hills when he came back.
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He moved his home to the city wall, where the country road leads to Sang Ma. Chrysanthemums have been planted near the fence, but they haven't bloomed in autumn.
I didn't even call the door, so I went to ask about my neighbors. Neighbors reported that he had gone up the mountain, and when he came back, the setting sun always reflected on the western hills.
2. Cold nights
Song Dynasty: Du Lei
On a cold night, guests come to tea for wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling red at first.
As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month.
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On winter nights, guests come, take tea as wine and ask the children to make tea. The flame in the stove began to turn red, the water in the pot boiled and the room was warm.
The moonlight in front of the window is bright, no different from usual, except that some plum blossoms bloom faintly in the moonlight and are fragrant. This makes today's moonlight look particularly different from the past.
Step 3 find Hu
Ming Dynasty: Gao Qi
Along the way, I walked through water after water, and the edge of the river was full of flowers.
Because of the beautiful scenery, beautiful scenery, I came to your home unconsciously.
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Along the way, I spent water after water, and the roadside was full of endless flowers.
Because of the beautiful spring and beautiful scenery along the way, I came to your home unconsciously.
4. The visit was not received by Yuan.
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
I went to Luoyang to meet Yuan, a talented person, but I didn't expect him to become an exile in Jiangling.
I heard that plum blossoms bloom early. How can it be better than spring in Luoyang?
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I went to Luoyang to get together with the talented Yuan. I didn't expect him to become an exile in Jiangling.
I heard that the plum blossoms there bloom early, but how can they be better than the spring in Luoyang?
5. Li Ning lives in seclusion
Tang Dynasty: Jia Dao
Living leisurely here, few neighbors come, and the overgrown path leads to the wilderness.
Birds are freely perched in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door.
Walking across this bridge, you can see the charming scenery of Ye Yuan, and the feet of clouds seem to be moving on the floating rocks.
I will leave here for a while, but I will come back and retire with my friends on the appointed date.
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Living leisurely here, few neighbors come, and the overgrown path leads to a deserted small garden.
Birds perch freely in the trees by the pool, and monks knock on the door in the bright moonlight.
Crossing the bridge to see the beautiful scenery of Yuan Ye, the feet of clouds are fluttering and the rocks are moving.
I will leave here temporarily, but I will come back to live in seclusion with my friends on the appointed date.
3. Poems about affection: 15 ancient poems, 1, threads in the hands of loving mothers, making clothes for the body of wayward boys. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? (Don Meng Jiao: Wandering Sons)
2. When a person is a stranger in a foreign land, he misses his family more often during the festive season. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Tang: "Shanju Holiday Thinking of Shandong Brothers")
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee-hugging lamp. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. (Tang Bai Juyi: "Homesickness on a Winter Night in Handan")
4, the child led the clothes and asked: Why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (Don "Going Home")
5, Xian Yi, young and old, left home, the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (Tang He Zhang Zhi: Homecoming Book)
6. 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. ("Early Tang and Song Wen Zhi: Crossing the Han River")
Under the blue mountain, we wound our way, and my boat and I walked along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Don Wang Wan: "The next berth on the North Fort Mountain")
8. Humayi north wind, crossing the south branch of the Bird's Nest. -"Nineteen Ancient Poems Walking and Walking Again")
9. Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. -("aphorisms")
10, I advise you to drink one more glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason. -(Tang Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu")
1 1, there is such bright light at the foot of my bed. Could there be frost already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. -(Tang Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night)
12, teenagers leave home and return home, and the local accent does not change. -(Homecoming Book by Tang and Zhang Zhi)
13, my mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. -("Song of Filial Piety")
14, parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. -("epigram couplet")
15, where is your hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. -(Song Qingzhao's Bodhisattva Man)
16, the mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet. -("Song of Filial Piety")
17, when the master instrument is hung, the tube is bright, and Wusu stays at the static night platform. -("aphorisms")
18, the moon is bright tonight. I wonder who Qiu Si will fall into. -(Don Wang Jian's "Fifteen nights full moon to send Du Langzhong")
19, elegy can be crying, and angelica can be in the distance. -(Han Yuefu folk song "Elegy")
4. Poem 1 About missing relatives, Jiangchengzi Song-Su Shi
Original text:
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.
They have been dead for a lifetime, separated for ten years, but they miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and cold.
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, only to see my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in the small window. The two men looked at each other, and they didn't know where to start with a thousand words, only tears fell thousands of lines in relative silence. It stands to reason that the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is where I miss my wife every year.
2, "Xijiang Moon" Song-Su Shi
Original text:
Jade bone's melancholy fog, ice muscle has its own fairy wind.
In the sea, I sent the probe into the fragrant bush and hung the green hair upside down.
Plain noodles are often too pink, and red lips do not fade when washing makeup.
Remember Xiao Yunkong, don't dream of pear blossoms.
Naturally, it has a clean and clear style. Where can I notice the fog? It has its own immortal style. Sea gods send people to visit fragrant flowers from time to time, and the phoenix decorated with green feathers hangs upside down.
Its plain face is painted with lead powder and it is afraid of getting dirty. Even if the makeup is washed away by rain and snow, it will not fade the red color like red lips. Noble sentiment follows the sky of Xiaoyun, and you wouldn't expect to have the same dream as pear flower.
3, "Drinking Four Bright Moons Alone" Tang-Li Bai
Original text:
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.
Put a pot of good wine in the flowers, drink it alone, and don't know each other. Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon drink * * *, plus his own figure just three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, and the shadow is in vain.
For the time being, with the shadow of the bright moon, spring night should take this opportunity to eat, drink and be merry. I sing, the moon lingers, I dance, and the shadows float back and forth. Play together when you are awake, and go their separate ways when you are drunk. I hope I can roam freely forever and meet you in the boundless Tianhe River.
4, "Jiande Night Sleeping" Tang-Meng Haoran
Original text:
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
Docking the ship on a small smoky continent, at dusk, new worries appeared in the guests' minds. The boundless wilderness is darker than trees, and the river is clear and the moon is close to people.
5, "Looking at the Moon and Thinking Far" Don Zhang Jiuling
Original text:
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.
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.
A bright moon rises on the sea, and you and I are thousands of miles apart to enjoy the moon. Lovers hate long nights and miss you all night. The candlelight goes out, the moonlight is full of love, and the clothes are covered with wet clothes. I can't give you beautiful money, so I'd better enter my dream and be with you.
5. The poem Niannujiao expresses the waiting for relatives. Mid-Autumn Festival, Wen Zhiming osmanthus floats on the moon, the first month is full of flowers, and the night is as cool as washing.
The wind is full of eyebrows and cold, and people are in the Crystal Palace. The dragon is dying, and the view is awkward and ethereal.
First frost is everywhere. I want to fly over the colorful clouds. I remember last evening, wine kiosks and light moon clouds came and went.
Qiu Guang, thousands of miles away, did it in the blink of an eye yesterday. The bluebird comes from the west, and Chang 'e reports my courtesy.
Send a message, don't be afraid of Shen Zui. Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian's atrium, crows inhabiting Bai Shu, and silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng.
I'm looking forward to the moon tonight. I don't know who will land in Qiu Si! Looking at the moon, I think of a distant moon in Zhang Jiuling, which is now at sea and the horizon is * * * at this time. 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. When does Su Shi, the head of water diversion, have a bright moon? Ask about Sky Wine.
I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I want to go home in the wind, lest it be too cold on the roof.
Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.
There should be no hate, and nothing can be done. People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past.
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. Thinking about Li Bai at night, the foot of the bed is so bright, will it have frosted? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. The moon has how bright, and the moon has how bright. Take care of my bed.
Too sad to sleep, wandering around in clothes. Although the guests are happy, it is better to turn back early.
Who should you sue when you leave home alone? Back to my room, tears stained my clothes. Du Fu, a wanderer, heard the drums that predicted the battle. It was the first call of autumn, a wild goose from the border.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. Under the autumn night and moon, Meng Haoran hangs in the autumn 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.
6. What are the poems describing loved ones? 1, Jiang Shiquan, poet of Qing Dynasty, at the end of the year.
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home.
Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it.
I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
Interpretation of the vernacular: There is no end to loving children, and the happiest thing is that the wanderer returns in time. The stitches for sewing the cold clothes are dense, and the handwriting and ink on the family letter are as new as new. Seeing that my son has lost weight, my mother felt distressed and called me to ask about the difficulty of the journey. Mom, my son has always been ashamed of you. He won't have the heart to tell the story of his wandering.
2,' Xuan Mo Figure 1' Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian.
Brilliant day lily flowers, Luosheng North Hall.
The south wind blows the heart, for whom do you vomit?
A loving mother leans against the door, but a wanderer cannot walk.
May the sun be sparse and the day be fearful.
Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds.
Interpretation in vernacular Chinese: Bright daylily flowers were born under the North Hall. The south wind blows the day lily, swaying for whom to confide fragrance? A kind mother leaned against the door, expecting her child. It's hard for a wanderer to travel far away! The support for parents is alienated every day, and the news of children is not reached every day. Looking up at a cloud forest, I am ashamed to hear the sound of the birds, and I still miss it.
3. The Prodigal Son in Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao.
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Interpretation in vernacular Chinese: A loving mother makes clothes for her distant son with a needle and thread in her hand. Before leaving, he sewed a needle tightly for fear that his son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a child's filial piety as weak as grass can repay the kindness of such a loving mother as Chunhui Puze?
Fourth, the "Tenth Five-Year Plan" Wang Song Anshi
Put mother in the ditch and leave her home in the shade.
When I heard about Du Yu in the moonlight, I was always worried about the North and the South.
Explain in vernacular Chinese: After receiving my mother from Yangzhou, she settled down in a place where temporary white linen can cover her body. Every moonlit night, when I hear the cuckoo crow, I miss my loved ones more and more, and my heart is tied to the north and the south.
5,' Xiaoya Guo E' Pre-Qin: anonymous.
It's me, Polygonum hydropiper. Artemisia argyi is a bandit. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. I am a loser, but I am a thief. Mourn for my parents and give birth to me.
It is a pity that the bottle is used up. It is better to die for a long time than to live with fresh people. What if there is no father? What can I do without my mother? Get a shirt when you go out, and you're exhausted when you go in.
My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Caress me, feed me, nurture me, nurture me, take care of me, go in and out of my stomach. The virtue of wanting to repay kindness. Heaven is so chaotic!
Nanshan is fierce and the wind is blowing. I don't care, I'm alone! Nanshan method, drifting with the wind. Everyone is in the valley, I'm not alone!
Explain in vernacular Chinese: You see that mugwort is high, but it is not mugwort, but mugwort. Pity my parents, it's too hard to raise me! Look at the wormwood that snuggles up to each other, but it's not wormwood, it's Wei Pity my parents, it's too tiring to raise me!
It is a shame to fill the bottle with water, because the bottom of the bottle is empty. Living alone is boring. Might as well die early. What can I rely on without my real father? What do you depend on without your own mother? Going out for a walk is sad, and getting started is at a loss. Dad, you gave birth to me. Mom, you raised me. You protect me, love me, support my growth, nurture me, think that I don't want to leave me, go out and hug me. I want to repay my parents' kindness, and the disasters in the old society are unpredictable!
The height of Nanshan is hard to surpass, and the biting wind is daunting. Everyone has no misfortune. Why am I the only one who was robbed? Nanshan Mountain is too high, and the wind is biting, which makes people tremble. Everyone has no misfortune, so I can't be the only one!
6, "Remembering Father" Qing: Song Lingyun
Wu's book is broken. What do you hate everywhere?
The dream soul is not afraid of Chang 'an, and has borrowed the wind to ask for daily life several times.
Interpretation of the vernacular: the helplessness and sadness of the separation of news and news bear full thoughts. So we can only dream. In the dream, we can ride the wind and go back to Wan Li's father to mourn.
7. Poems and songs that relatives leave their hometown and don't give up will be sent to Yuan Ershi Anxi.
Wang Wei
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.
A bell ringing in the rain
Liu Yong
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped.
Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Reading-go to a thousand miles of smoke and waves, and the twilight sinks into the sky.
Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold.
Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, the evening breeze and the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
Even if there are thousands of customs offices in Qian Qian, who should I talk to?
8. Poem about missing relatives 1, missing father Author: Yuan Aihua Who hasn't climbed over his father's shoulder? His shoulders are always so broad and strong, like the towering Kunlun Mountain. Who has never held his father's arm? His arms are always so strong, like steel tongs. His body is always so majestic and handsome, like pine and cypress and snow. When the sun sets, he can always see his father walking on the ridge with a plow. That land is his hometown. Seedling is his hope in the future. Every year's ups and downs, bitter and sweet, exhausted, are always written on my father's face. Green rice seedlings are his happiness. Huang Cancan's rice is his harvest, his children are clever, his wife is virtuous and his neighborhood is harmonious, so it is always difficult to meet each other. I can always see his warm figure. Filial piety to grandparents is always considerate and simple. This is my father's kind quality. Diligence is the traditional virtue of my father. I have benefited a lot. Thank my father for his upbringing, for sending me to study and work, for giving me bone marrow, and for giving me flesh and blood. Everything about my daughter was given by my parents. Now that my father is gone, all I can do is to recall in my dreams. It's a flood of thoughts, a family relationship where blood is thicker than water, and eternal concern is only the memory of my father and my long-term thoughts-my daughter misses you in her dreams and in the depths of her soul! 2. My mind is round, Ai Qing. My mind is round. The moon on 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. What do you think of on such a night? My thoughts are round, watermelons and apples are round, the reunion between people is joyful, the separation of flesh and blood is painful, and those who miss their loved ones look at the bright moon in the sky. Who can swallow moon cakes? 3. Homesickness Author: When Yu Guangzhong was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. I'm here and my mother is there.
When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket. I'm here and the bride is there. Later, homesickness became a temporary grave. I'm outside and my mother is inside.
Now, homesickness is a shallow strait. I am here and the mainland is there. 4, when I look at the night sky of the city Author: Samui When I look at the night sky of the city, I can't help but feel sad. Without Sirius, the bear couldn't find his way. The only light I can see is called strong light. When I looked at the night sky in the city, I couldn't help crying. The stars that blinked with me are still in my eyes. In my eyes, it was like lying in the wheat field and looking up at the night sky when I was a child, but at that time, the stars were far away. At this moment, the stars are accompanied by tears of bright lights in the city. When I look at the night sky in the city, I can't help feeling disappointed. Why can't I see the stars? Only the city lights shine. I think of the crowded night sky at home. It's just that we were together then. When I looked at the night sky in the city, I finally found a little star. who is it? Look at me from a distance.
5, always miss the author: peace is a blessing. Time flies in the historical time and space, leaving behind thoughts. It's late autumn and winter, and it's the Cold Food Festival. On October 1st of the lunar calendar, I was worried about missing it. It is a traditional folk custom to burn paper and money, and to send food, drink and warm clothes to the soul of my distant ancestors. As we all know, ancestral paper and cold clothes are nourishing the hearts of thousands of people in Qian Qian. This has become the custom of the Chinese nation. Memories and thoughts of children and grandchildren are passed down from generation to generation.
9. The Mid-Autumn Festival poems about missing relatives are far-sighted.
The blue sky is full of lonely moon, and the vegetation is full of autumn.
One night, people were expecting something. They were swaying in Zhuzhou.
Mid-Autumn Festival is still far away.
Jing Qing curling wine, there is no dust in the sky.
Autumn wind blows leaves, and the moon shines on the poet.
Sitting alone in Mid-Autumn Festival
Sitting alone, no one asked, with the same vegetation.
A full moon is born in a blue night. Where does the autumn wind go?
Mid-Autumn Night Tour in Qiantang River
Month is as old as yesterday.
When the wind blows a river, He Nai wrinkles.
Mid-Autumn Festival
Autumn will be half tonight, and the sky will be clear in Wan Li.
Yingying sneaked into the house and laughed that I didn't miss each other.
Shaoxing to Hangzhou on Mid-Autumn Festival night.
Come and go to a foreign land, and watch the Mid-Autumn Festival full moon alone.
In the silent clouds, it was cold all night.
Mid-Autumn Festival
The railing is cold and the wine is soft, and Wan Li is clear.
Lonely tonight, moonlit night, acacia monopolizes the autumn.
Mid-autumn night
Mo Daoqing is as clear as in previous years. There was no such night in previous years.
Heng E and I are disappointed. I want heaven.
Mid-Autumn Festival
The geese mourn and fly, and the osmanthus trees rain a thousand times.
Who listens to laugh at three o'clock in the middle of the night, knows that people are watching the moon return.
Mid-Autumn Festival
The wind falls on the plane leaves, and the sad lamp reflects the curtain hook.
Three glasses of wine can lead the way, and you can dream of autumn when you are drunk.
Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon
The window is written slowly, worrying about the ice wheel.
Poem into other sentences overnight, write homesickness and acacia.
Mid-Autumn Festival rhymes with the moon.
ChanJuan left the building very late tonight, and Wan Li took care of her.
But sprinkling acacia heaven and earth does not teach me to love acacia alone.
Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon
A railing is clear, whose family will stay in love next month.
How many lovesick sentences are there in the world, which were not written until tonight.
Mid-Autumn Festival
Chang 'e sent me the lovesickness moon, and I took lovesickness as a bitter song.
A clear and eternal shadow, where is the end of the boarding world?
Mid-Autumn Festival
Lonely wine in the corner, lonely smoke in the sight.
The jade mirror reopened at night, and acacia was separated for one year.
Autumn sounds a thousand times, and the moon is full of shadows.
Where do dreams come from?
Mid-Autumn Festival
The morning was beautiful and the night was charming.
The clear light shines everywhere, and the black magpie lives in one branch.
It is good to know that there are chrysanthemums in autumn, and the moon is low and cloudless.
The moon listened to the devil and dreamed of approaching the west of his hometown.
the mid autumn moon
Three, five and nine are quiet, and the sky is a grinding mirror.
Today, Wan Li has many troubles.
Lights are brightly lit, insects gather, and geese pass at night.
Who plays the flute and dances on the cold laurel?
Autumn fishing boat beauty "Mid-Autumn Night" uses jadeite original stone.
Where is the feeling of this night? The autumn shadow on the earth is just empty.
The phoenix tree gives birth to dew and reed blows snow, and the moonlight turns into frost and waves blow.
Thousands of miles away, I came to the end of my dream, and I was sad all night.
How can I sympathize with those insects? I was too hasty when I was pressed for time.
Mid-Autumn Festival
Mirror thousand guards hand, empty Qionglou.
October is quiet, and Wan Li is half autumn.
Drunk in front of a book, I can dream, and poetry comes to my eyes alone.
If I feel cold in my clothes, where will I go? Send me to swim in Guanghan Palace.
Watching the moon on fifteen nights
Sparse curtains do not hinder the head, and the clouds are light and the wind is clear and the night is always quiet.
When there was a moon in the sky at the beginning of the year, people began to worry in a few days.
The moon is 23 years old, and she is sad because she suspects that fifteen fell in love with the mirror.
Peng Yasang Galke is a dream, and it will always be a rice and rice plan.
Mid-Autumn Festival
I gradually feel that the frost on the balcony is invading, and I know that the lack of circles is involuntary.
An autumn is full of gloom, and an evening is full of splendor.
When the moon comes to earth, you can know the sentence thin, but when you pass the night, you can think deeply.
Why force the weather to be cool, and pour the wine alone without friends?
On the Mid-Autumn Festival night, the suburbs face the moon.
There is a moon in the blue sky, Wei Yun, drunk with lonely lights.
He Ji's photo is divided into two colors, but there are only three people in the shadow.
Poetry is hard for me to return to the past and the present, and autumn is cold and withered.
I also expected that when Stuart sighed, he never felt like a cigarette.
On Wang Wei's Mountain Holiday Missing Shandong Brothers
As a stranger in a foreign land,
Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.
Know where the brothers climb,
There is one person missing from the dogwood.
Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night
The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier.
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. References:
Poems about missing loved ones