Problem description:

Not too much,

Please recommend one to five songs.

Analysis:

Selected Poems of Mid-Autumn Festival in Song Dynasty

Moon in autumn night

At first, we were together. Then call it. There's no reason to see Iraq again. In recent days, I unexpectedly want to eat a big meal again. In respect and leisure, I gathered my eyebrows and sighed. Arouse old worries.

Rachel xiangyin

Can't stay. Time flies, but when Xie Lan is released, the flowers fade, but in an instant. Color clouds are easy to disperse and glass is fragile, which is a problem before inspection. On a romantic night, there are several traces of the past. Endure thinking and memory. This kind of retrospect is broken and eternal. When we reached Xiandao and Guiming Road, there was no news.

deep black

The waning moon is dim, the banquet is dim, and the return is light and cold. Back silver [work], sleeping in a lonely hall, heavy carpet, drunk and silent. Don't leak it often, the previous joy is gone, only a pillow is left. Meditate, catch up with the old tour, and the scenery of Shenjing is like a brocade.

I want to throw fruit at my friend and have a farewell party. At that time, I was very drunk. Life dances like a swallow, and songs and beads run through it. Before the banquet, it was full of fairy tales, which was even more boring and crazy. More Xiangjiang, Phoenix, and Sleep. Hostels are in chaos, which makes all Levin enjoy it.

Sauvignon Blanc (Beijing prostitute)

Draw drums and noisy streets, blue lights all over the city, and the first month shines in Yancheng. The night view of Jiangque in the capital of Qing Dynasty, with silver arrows and golden stems. Streets crisscross. Go through Pingkangfeng and listen to the music slowly. Phoenix candle shines. There is no incense screen in that house.

For Luo Qi, I can vaguely recognize the old days, and the elegance has faded. Jiao Bo Ye Yan and Qiao Xiao still greeted each other on purpose. It is difficult to write deeply and sincerely when the wall falls and everyone stands. I don't know, those famous officials have been arrested, and they have all been reduced in customs over the years.

king

Moon, moon, moon. Competition is still insufficient. Just like the young people in the bridal chamber, they will meet temporarily and leave as they used to.

The small building is on the threshold, which was last year's season. The clear sky is still there, and the night is always disgusting.

Quail day

Blow the residual smoke into the night wind. A bright moon hangs on the porch. Because the road is far away, people are still far away, and my heart is different.

Affectionate and considerate. Yun Lan went back to recognize without a trace. I should have been born in the past, and I love to keep Yuanyang in two places.

Twelve o'clock (autumn night)

At the beginning of the sunset, the light smoke caged the moon, and the wind was like washing. Jue Cui Zhang, Liang Sheng. Gradually enter the slight cold weather. Broken leaves knock on the window, and the west wind fills the courtyard. If you can't sleep, get up. It is even more worrying, and it is worrying, and all kinds of feelings are born together, which are worrying. God knows, I was worried. The night is always there, clearly beside the bed, watching diligently. The candle is dim, the wine is awake, and Yuan Lai is in a dream.

Come to sleep, get dressed and sit alone with mixed feelings. How can I get benefits, reconcile sex, and then make the rest of the incense quilt? I want to tell God that I will never give up from now on.

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 the stream bridge, untie the saddle and bend your arms, lie drunk and rest less. I realized that. The mountains are crowded and the flowing water is bright, which makes people doubt that it is not human. On the bridge pillar of the book.

According to the wild shallow waves, the sky is faint. I want to get drunk and sleep on the grass. It's a pity that a romantic wind didn't teach you to crush Qiong Yao. Take off your saddle and rest at Qingyang Bridge, and there will be the sound of spring dawn in Du Yu.

Xiangzi

The sky in autumn is not clear, and the chrysanthemum shows that the Double Ninth Festival is coming.

Try thin clothes first, green ants are new.

The weather becomes windy, rainy and cool.

The courtyard at dusk, the feeling of sadness, and the hangover after waking up make the sadness more intense.

How can you stand this long night, when the moon shines on this empty bed?

Listening to the distant sound of changing lanes, the long and sharp crickets, and the long-tune sound, I feel that time has passed too slowly.

Su Shi's "Water Tune"

When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance.

I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight?

I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade.

Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world.

The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.

The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone?

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.

Su Dongpo's famous poems "Water tunes and ice Chen Huan Dadan drunk Mid-Autumn Festival" and "Traveling with a child" are always the best poems about Mid-Autumn Festival. The poet is expressing his nostalgia for his loved ones, or he is expressing his best wishes to everyone in the world on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival.

Analysis:

This poem was written in the Mid-Autumn Festival in Xining, Song Shenzong (1076). Su Shi was then the magistrate of Mizhou (Zhucheng, Shandong Province), and had not seen his brother Su Zhe (Yu Zi) for six or seven years. "I miss my relatives at every festival" is about the feelings of the moon's life experience in the first half and my brothers in the second half.

When writing this poem, Su Shi was frustrated in politics and career, but she was not trapped in a negative and pessimistic mood. On the contrary, she has reached the concept of eliminating anxiety and showing her love for human life.

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