A masterpiece of China's traditional culture

Lipper

From a pot of wine among the flowers,

I drink alone. No one is with me.

Until, holding up my cup, I asked the moon,

Bring me my shadow and let's be three people.

Appreciation: I put a pot of wine among the flowers, and I poured it myself. I don't have any relatives or friends around me. Raise a glass to the sky, invite the bright moon, reflect on me, and you will become three people.

Guan Shanyue.

Lipper

The moon rises from the mountain of heaven,

In the infinite haze of the sea of clouds.

The wind, blowing from a thousand miles away,

Beating the battlements of Yuguan.

Appreciation: A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds. The mighty long wind blew through Yumen Pass where Wan Li and the soldiers were stationed.

Looking at the moon, thinking of a distant one.

Zhang Jiuling

The moon, now round at sea,

At this time of the end of the world * * *.

Bring a separated heart,

The night is long and considerate!

Appreciation: A bright moon rises in the vast sea, reminding people of relatives and friends far away. At this moment, it's time to see the same bright moon. Affectionate people (referring to the author himself or relatives) complain about insomnia because of parting, so they complain that the night is long and they miss their relatives all night.

Give birth to a child under the autumn night and the moon

meng haoran

The moon hangs in the autumn sky,

Gloss is dewy.

The frightened magpie hesitated,

Flying fireflies rolled in.

Appreciation: A bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the moonlight reflects the dew crystal clear, as if it were wet by the dew. In such a beautiful moonlight, the cold magpie doesn't know where to live. And fireflies dare not compete with moonlight for a little light. When the rolled curtains fly into the room.

Watching the moon on fifteen nights

Wang Jian

Bai Shu cheered in the atrium,

Coody Leng silent wet osmanthus.

Tonight, the moon is full of hope,

I wonder whose house Qiu Si belongs to?

Appreciation: Mid-Autumn moonlight shines in the yard, and the ground is as white as a layer of frost and snow. The birds in the tree stopped making noise and fell asleep. Late at night, the cold autumn dew quietly wet the osmanthus in the court. The bright moon is in the sky tonight, and people are enjoying the moon. I wonder whose home is the vast Qiu Si?

the mid autumn moon

Yan Shu

Ten rounds of frost shadow court,

This night binds people to the corner alone.

Su E may have no regrets,

Yuchan is cold and lonely.

Appreciation: Mid-Autumn Festival is full moon, moonlight shines in the courtyard, and the shadow of buttonwood dances in the courtyard. I am alone in a foreign land, watching the shadow under the moon in the festival. Time goes by slowly and the shadow moves unconsciously. Looking at the bright moon in the sky and missing Chanjuan in the moon palace, I feel very sorry now. After all, she was only accompanied by Leng Yue and the lonely osmanthus tree.

the mid autumn moon

Su Shi

The evening clouds are overflowing and cold,

Han Yin silently turned to the tracts.

This night in my life is not long,

Where will the bright moon look next year?

Appreciation: As night falls, the clouds are exhausted, the world is cold, the Milky Way is silent, and the bright moon is idling, as white as a jade plate. Every Mid-Autumn Festival night in my life, the moonlight is mostly covered by clouds, and I rarely encounter such beautiful scenery as today. It is really hard to get! But where shall I go to enjoy the moon next Mid-Autumn Festival?