Quiet, quiet. Autumn Night written by Wang Lao is really good, with warm fireworks.

Fireflies are more worthwhile to fly when the moon is full. -Wang Jian

The bright moon is in the sky and fireflies are flying. This is a quiet and beautiful autumn night. Two old friends from the countryside met unexpectedly on a country road. How happy they were.

The evening breeze is blowing gently, the moonlight is quiet, insects are singing in arrays, and the autumn night after summer precipitation is quiet and pleasant, with a little satisfaction.

What are ancient poets doing on a leisurely autumn night? Now look for the answer in the following ancient poems with me.

Appreciation: Autumn night, the moon is as cool as water. On this cold night, the poet went to visit the owner of the borrowing garden.

When I entered the garden, before I saw the person I wanted to visit, I heard the flute coming from the water.

The long flute is lingering in the moonlight like water, and it is the drunken master who borrows the garden to express his feelings.

The poet didn't disturb his master, but stood quietly listening, and the flute sounded loud, as if it could stop Yun Lan in the night sky.

When the melody is low, it seems to be intertwined with the aroma of red lotus root in the water, and the music has the fragrance of red lotus root.

At the end of the song, the two sides met, but they were relatively silent for a long time. In the moonlight, it was very quiet, and the clear dew of autumn night wet each other's skirts.

Want to hand in the flute. Because we have the same life experience, we know and understand each other's voices, without words or questions. Silent telling is the highest tacit understanding more than talking.

Yuan Mei, who saw through the secular world, resigned and retired at the age of 40 because there was no hope of improving his consciousness. He built a garden, accepted his disciples and wrote poems. Although he enjoys it, he also feels sad. The owners of the garden belong to this category, so they are emotionally the same.

This autumn night, although it is cold, it is warm to have a like-minded bosom friend.

Brief introduction of the poet: Yuan Mei, a gifted scholar, was a scholar in Qianlong for four years, and was one of the representative poets in Qianlong and Jiaqing periods.

Appreciation: One autumn evening, the poet and several friends gathered in Pei Di's study with great interest to drink and recite poems.

The night is getting deeper, the moon is hollow, and the moonlight is like water. In the deep courtyard, the door was closed and all was silent. The breeze blew and the leaves rustled, bringing chills.

The moonlight in autumn is bright and bright, and the magpies who live in the trees think it is dawn, and they all fly out and shake off the autumn leaves. In the distant haze, fireflies are looming.

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. The moonlight tonight is so quiet and beautiful that I don't know how many people will be filled with sadness.

Autumn is full, the garden is deep, and the moonlight is like practice. This autumn moonlit night is so quiet and far away. It was a group of friends who were busy drinking and writing poems, and unconsciously intoxicated in the moonlight.

Wine is drunk with friends, and poetry is sung by the participants. The night is quiet and the fluorescence is fading. This autumn night is romantic and warm, full of poetry and painting, and intoxicating.

Brief introduction of the poet: Qian Qi, a Chinese character, was a scholar of Tang Tianbao for ten years. Like Lang Shiyuan, he was the best among the top ten talents in Dali.

Appreciation: On autumn night, the poet lamented that the weather was getting colder as he walked, and he couldn't help worrying about Qiu Yuanwei, a good friend who was studying Taoism in Linping Mountain.

The empty mountain is silent, the sound of pine nuts falling to the ground is clearly audible, and the autumn night in the mountain is getting quieter and quieter. Presumably, this reclusive friend should not be asleep at the moment.

The first two sentences are about pregnant people, and the last two sentences are about pregnant people, living in two places, holding hands in one place, writing calmly, and talking shallowly. This heartfelt emotion is as warm as a trickle.

Long journey, slow walking, deep affection, in short, long-lasting friendship will last for a long time, caring and mourning, which is the best way for friends to get along.

The greatest happiness in life is to have one or two bosom friends. This autumn night, both the poet and the poet's friend Yuan Qiu are warm and happy.

Brief introduction of the poet: Wei, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, is known as Wei Suzhou. His poetic style is desolate and lofty, and works such as Jiang Weifu Collection have been handed down from generation to generation.

"The small banquet is cold and scattered, and the bridge is back to the moon." After the banquet, a bridge will be built on the moon. On this new autumn night, Bai Juyi is at leisure.

"These two places are in Qiu Si, facing the Milky Way." The circle in the night sky, all the words are the same. Looking at the moon and thinking of people far away, Wei misses his younger brother at home on this new autumn night.

"On a new autumn night, cranes turn truffles and leave their clothes behind." In the autumn night in the mountains, the night is like water, and the dew is cool and quiet.

The moon in autumn is pure and bright, as if it had been washed by water. Moonlight has a clean temperament, and autumn night is more beautiful because of the moon.

It's a nice autumn night with a gentle breeze and quiet moonlight. We can get together, miss each other and visit friends. The autumn night of the ancients is really romantic. ...