The flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends and drink alone.

Raising my cup, I invite the bright moon, who brings me its shadow and makes us three.

The moon did not know drinking, the shadow in front of the body behind.

I had to mingle with them for a while, and to enjoy the pleasure of the happy spring.

I sing the song is bright and wandering, I dance the shadow before drifting.

Wake up together happy, drunk after each dispersion.

I would like to be with them forever to forget the injury of friendship, similar to the milky way of the milky way.

Night meditation (Li Bai)

So bright a gleam on the foot of my bed. Could there have been a frost already?

I raise my head to gaze at the moon, Lowering my head, my nostalgia comes around.

Moonlit Night (Liu Fangping)

The deeper moonlight is half a family, and the Beidou is dry and the south is slanting.

Tonight, I know that the spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh through the green window screen.

Chang 'e (Li Shangyin)

The mica screen was stained with a thick candle, and the milky way gradually tilted the morning star.

Chang' e I must regret that I had eaten the elixir at the beginning, now alone, blue sky, and night and night.

August 15th jathyapple (Tang Du Fu)

The full moon flies in the mirror and returns to the heart to fold the sword.

Turn the tent and go far, climb the laurel and climb the sky.

The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers.

At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit and I want to count the autumn cents.

Remembering my brothers on a moonlight night (Du Fu)

The drums of the garrison cut off people's comings and goings, and in the autumn of the frontier a solitary goose was singing.

Dew changes to frost since tonight, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!

All the brothers were scattered, and no family could inquire about life and death.

Letters to Luoyang city often cannot be sent to, and the war is often not stopped.

Looking at the moon and thinking of one far away (Zhang Jiuling)

The moon, grown full now over the sea, Tianya * * * at this time.

Brings to separated hearts, the long thoughtfulness of night!

Put out the candle to love this room full of moonlight, I wear clothes wandering deeply night dew cold.

You can not hold the beautiful moonlight to you, only hope to meet you in dreamland.

Shuang Yue (Li Shangyin)

When I first heard that there were no cicadas,

A hundred feet of high water meets the sky.

Su E, a young woman, is cold-tolerant.

Fighting in the frost in the middle of the month.

There is a bosom under the autumn night and the moon (Meng Haoran)

The moon is hanging in the autumn sky, and the brilliance is wet.

Surprised magpie perched undecided, flying fireflies rolled in.

The courtyard is cold and the shadows are sparse, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent.

What is the ritual? Look at the sky and stand.

On the fifteenth night of August, Taoyuan played with the moon (Tang Liu Yuxi)

Seeing the moon in the dust is also idle, and the situation is between the fairy houses in the clear autumn.

The condensation is long and cold, and it stands on the highest mountain at this time.

Blue nothingness can't afford Yun Feng, and Songshan Mountain grows in the water.

A group of people move leisurely, and Gogoing is thousands of miles away.

Shaojun led me to the jade altar, and invited the true fairy officer from afar.

The clouds want to move under the stars, and the sky is cold with joy.

Jin Xia Xin Xin gradually went to the east, and the shadow of the wheel promoted the children of Judah.

It's hard to get back together when it's absolutely beautiful, and he should be disappointed on this day.

Mid-Autumn Moon (Yan Shu)

Ten rounds of frost shadows turn to the court, and this evening is a lonely corner.

Not necessarily Su E has no disappointment and hatred.

Mid-Autumn Moon (Su Shi)

The twilight clouds are overflowing and cold, and the silver man turns to the jade plate silently.

This life is not a good night, where to see the bright moon next year.

Looking at the moon in the pavilion on the night of August 15 (Tang Bai Juyi)

Last year, on the night of August 15th, beside the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool.

On the night of August 15th this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall.

Where is the hometown in the northwest, and the moon is round in the southeast.

Yesterday, the wind blew, and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as in previous years.

Mid-Autumn Festival Waiting for the Moon (Lu Guimeng)

Turning to the lack of frost, turning to the late, the good wind seems to be a good time.

The curtain is leaning against the tree, and the love is infinite.

I love to hear the sound of sheng tune, and gradually watch the stars lose the south basket.

Who wants to reduce the first round and noon for the school's cooling power?

Guizi in Tianzhu Temple on the night of August 15th (Tang Pi Rixiu)

The jade star Shanshan got off the moon wheel and picked up the dew in front of the temple.

So far, there is no such thing as heaven, but Chang 'e should throw it at people.

Song Sushi's Mid-Autumn Moon and Zi You

The bright moon is not higher than the mountains, and the red light is thousands of feet.

A cup of silver is not full, and the clouds are broken.

Whoever washes his eyes for God should welcome water from Feiming River.

Then make cold look at people in the world, as I can't afford to Zhan Ran.

Mars in the southwest is like a projectile, and its horn and tail are bright and pale.

I can't see it tonight, but even fireflies are fighting for the cold.

Who is boating yesterday? It's a thousand lights and nights.

The twists and turns have no intention of chasing the waves, and the low head goes to the festival with the song board.

Before the green fluorescence disappears and turns to the mountain, will the waves and winds return to the firm?

The bright moon is easy to fall and people are easy to disperse, and it is more important to watch when you come back.

The clearer the moonlight in front of the hall, the better, and the grass is exposed in the cold throat.

The shutter pushes the door to silence, and the window is silent and old.

Nandu is engaged in being ashamed and poor, and there are several people who write poems about the moon.

Ming dynasty personnel with sunrise, suddenly a dream of Yao Taiwanese.

Mid-Autumn Festival Climbing the Building and Looking at the Moon (Song Mi Fei)

With the eyes of the Huai - hai, long sea like silver as white, millions of rainbow - like light, the oyster nurtured pearl.

If no one works in the sky, the guishuzhi will be long and will burst the moon.

Nizhuang Mid-Autumn Festival (Yuan Haowen)

A strong meal is too thin and narrow, and autumn is cold.

Do you know how difficult it is for children to remember their journey?

Exposed air enters the thatched cottage stream and makes a noise on the stone beach.

In the mountains, the night comes, the moon comes, and the dawn comes.

Su Shi's "Water Melody"

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, Bingchen was drunk and drunk. He wrote this article and was pregnant with his son.

When did the moon begin to appear? I fetch the wine glass from afar. I don't know the palace in the sky. What year is it tonight? I would like to take the royal breeze back to the sky, and I am afraid that in the buildings of fine jade, it cannot withstand the cold of nine days.

Dancing and enjoying the shadow of the moon, which is in the world. The moon turned scarlet pavilion, hung low on the carved windows, according to the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people, why is it that the people are only round when they leave? Men have sorrow and joy and they part and meet again. The moon dims or shines and it waxes or wanes. Nothing is perfect, not even in the old days. I hope people will live for a long time, and they will be beautiful for thousands of miles.

Su Shi's Xijiang Moon

In Huangzhou, I swim in the water at night in spring. Drinking in a restaurant, getting drunk. Take the moon to a stream bridge, relieve the saddle and bend your arms, and lie drunk and rest less. I'm aware of it. The mountains are crowded and the running water is loud and clear, and it is doubtful that it is not the world. On the bridge pillar of the book.

According to the wild and shallow waves, the sky is faint. I want to get drunk and sleep in the grass. It's a pity that a romantic stream, don't teach to crush Qiong Yao. Take off the saddle and rest on the green yangqiao, and Du Yu will have a sound of spring dawn.

Autumn night moon

At the beginning, we got together. Then call it, no reason to meet Iraq again. In recent days, I will have a feast again unexpectedly. In respect and leisure, I gathered my eyebrows and sighed. Arouse old worries.

"Back to Dong for the Mid-Autumn Festival" Song Wen Tianxiang

According to the overlapping festival of the river, the ice of the painting boat is carried; Wait for the moon to raise a glass, and you will be fragrant and green. Worship the falling of Huaxing, about the floating of the bright moon. The wind and rain are all over the city, why are you lucky that the two Chongyang are close? As picturesque as the mountains and rivers, it is still a trip to Chibi in the past. The straw is rewarded and the cloth is distributed in turn.

[Man Jianghong] Mid-Autumn Festival sends Xin Qiji to Song Dynasty.

Go to the west building quickly, lest the sky be released and clouds cover the moon. But when he called for it, the jade fiber flute cracked with a loud blow. Who makes curling float in the world, most pities yu fu. Ask Chang 'e, lonely and cold, have no worries, should be huafa.

Jade liquid is full, and Joan's cup is slippery. Long sleeves, singing and swallowing. Nine times out of ten, you still need to grind. If you get a long circle so late, human feelings may not look at the farewell. Put the past and separation from hate together and return to it.

Qiu Rui Xiang yin

Can't stay. Time urges, Naifang Lanxie, good flowers fade, but in an instant. Colored clouds are easy to disperse, glass is brittle, and there is trouble before inspection. On a romantic night, there are several traces of the past. Endure thinking and remembering. This look back is broken, and it will last forever. To Xiandao and Guiming Road, there is no news.

Sauvignon Blanc (Beijing prostitute)

Draw drums and noisy streets, blue lights are all over the city, and the early moon shines in Yancheng. The night view of Jiangque, the capital of Qing Dynasty, the silver arrow spread by the wind, the dew? ソ鹁? . The streets are criss-crossing. Go through the Pingkang style and listen to the songs slowly. Phoenix candle is shining. That family has not covered the incense screen.

To Luo Qi, I can recognize the old days vaguely, and my elegance is light. Jiao Bo Yan Ye, Qiao Xiao still, intentionally greeted. On the wall, it is difficult to write deeply and sincerely. I don't know, the famous officials have been arrested, and they have reduced their customs over the years.

Wang Hanyue

Moon, moon, moon. There is still a shortage of competition. Just like young people in bridal chambers, they will meet temporarily and leave according to the past.

The small building is on the threshold, which is the season last year. Thousands of miles of clear light are still there, and the night is always annoying and disgusting.

Partridge day

Blow out the residual smoke into the night wind. A bright moon is draped on the porch. Because the road is far away, people are still far away, and my heart is not the same.

Affectionate and thoughtful. Blue clouds go back to recognize without a trace. I should have been born in the past and loved to cage Yuanyang in two places.

Twelve o'clock (autumn night)

At the beginning of the sunset, the light smoke is caged in the moon, and the wind is shining like a wash. Sleep Cui Zhang, Liangsheng Qiu Si. Gradually enter the slight cold weather. The broken leaves knock on the window, and the west wind fills the courtyard, but if you can't sleep, you will get up. It is even more worrying, dripping and worrying, and all kinds of feelings are born together, all of which are worrying about people.

God knows, at that time, I was very worried. The night is always there, clearly on the pillow, looking at it diligently. When the candle is dark, the wine wakes up, and Yuan Lai is in a dream.

Come to sleep, put on clothes and sit alone, what kind of things are there? L affection. How can I get the benefits, re-harmonize the clouds and rain, and then make the rest of the incense quilt. I wish to tell God that I will never give up from now on.

Xiangzi

The sky in autumn is not clear, see chrysanthemums know that the chung yeung festival is coming.

Thin clothes are first tried, and green ants are new.

It's getting windy, rainy and cool.

The courtyard at dusk, the feeling of sadness, the hangover from the wake up to make the sadness more.

How can endure this long night, the moon shines on this empty bed.

Listening to the distant sound of Daoyi, the long and pointed sound of crickets, and the long style leaky surface acoustic, the feeling of time too slow.

[Nian Nujiao] Mid-Autumn Festival to Moon Ming Wen Zhiming

Sweet-scented osmanthus floats on jade, and the streets are full of flowers in the first month, and the night is as cool as washing. The wind is full of eyebrows and bones are cold, and people are in the crystal palace. The dragon is dying, the view is awkward, and the songs are boiling. Frost is everywhere, and I want to fly across colorful clouds. I remember last year's evening, the wine pavilion,