30 ancient poems about the moon

1, Tang Libai's thoughts on quiet night

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

The bright moonlight sprinkled on enough paper in front of the bed, as if the ground was covered with frost. I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my hometown in the distance.

2. Moonlit Night by Don Liu

The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south. Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.

The night is still deeper, and the moonlight only illuminates half of the family, and the other half is hidden in the darkness. The Big Dipper is tilted, so is Nandou. I didn't know that spring was coming until tonight, because you heard the insects chirping outside the screen window reflected by leaves, and it was the first time to reach home.

3. Zhu Author Wei

I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

Sitting alone in a quiet bamboo forest, sometimes playing the piano and sometimes whistling. Who knows I'm here in the jungle? Only a bright moon accompanied me quietly.

4. Tang Meng Haoran's Jiande Night Sleeping.

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.

When the ship docked in a smoky small continent, new worries appeared in the guests' minds at dusk. The boundless wilderness is darker than trees, and the river is clear and the moon is close to people.

5. Frost Moon by Tang Shangyin

Just beginning to hear the chirping of the southern geese, the chirping of cicadas has disappeared, and I climbed to the top, looking as far as I can, and the water is natural. The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation.

As soon as I heard the chirping of geese traveling to the south, the chirping of cicadas disappeared. I climbed up a 100-foot-high building, looking as far as I could, and the water and the sky met. In the middle of the month, the frost goddess Qingnv and Chang 'e are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and beautiful in the cold and frost.

6. Tang Li Bai's Midnight Wu Ge Qiu Ge

There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there. The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border. When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?

Moonlight in Chang 'an, thousands of families make clothes. The autumn wind blows clothes, and everyone misses the border guards. When can I quell the border war and let my husband end his expedition?

7. Shi's "Yangguanqu Mid-Autumn Festival"

The Mid-Autumn Festival is called Xiao Qin Wang, and when it enters the cavity, it is Yangguanqu. The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?

As night falls, the clouds are exhausted, the human world is full of 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?

8. Wang Tangjian's "Fifteen Nights Looking at the Moon and Sending it to Du Langzhong"

There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.

The mid-autumn moon shines in the yard, and the ground seems 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?

9. On Tang's "Watching the Elephant Wall Cry at Night"

The sand in front of Lefeng is as white as snow, and the moonlight outside the city is like autumn frost. I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night.

The sand in front of Yuele Peak is as white as snow, and the moonlight outside the city is like autumn frost. I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows, and all people look at their hometown overnight.