1. "Thoughts on a Quiet Night" by Li Bai

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.

2. "Resentment on the Jade Steps" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

White dew grows on the jade steps, which invades the stockings for a long time at night. But under the crystal curtain, I gazed at the exquisite autumn moon.

3. "The Thirteenth Song of Qiupu" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

The water in Lu is clear and the moon is clear, and the moon is clear and the egrets are flying. The man listens to the girl picking water chestnuts and returns home with a night song.

4. "Drinking Alone under the Moon" by Tang Li Bai

A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date. Raise your glass to invite the bright moon, and make three people look at each other.

The moon does not know how to drink, but its shadow follows me. For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun in spring.

My song is lingering in the moon, and my dancing shadows are chaotic. They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk.

We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan.

5. "Moon over Guanshan" by Tang Li Bai

The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds. The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass.

The Han Dynasty descended to the Baideng Road, and the Hu took a peek at the Qinghai Bay. The origin of the battle was that no one returned.

The garrison guests looked at the side with a sad look on their faces as they thought about returning home. The tall building is like this night, sighing is not enough.

6. "Pour Wine and Ask the Moon" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

When will the moon come to the blue sky? I will stop drinking and ask:

You can't reach the bright moon if you climb it. The moon travels but it accompanies people?

The bright flying mirror comes to Danque, and the green smoke extinguishes the clear brilliance?

But seeing the night coming from the sea, would you rather know if Xiang Yunjian is there?

When the white rabbit makes medicine, autumn returns to spring, who is Chang'e living alone next to?

People today don’t see the moon of ancient times, but today’s moon once illuminated the ancients.

People in ancient times and today are like running water, even when you look at the bright moon.

I only wish that the moonlight would always shine in the golden cup while singing and drinking.

7. "Staying on the Jiande River" Tang Meng Haoran

Moving the boat to Yanzhu, the guests are worried about the new arrival at dusk. The trees are low in the wild sky, and the clear moon on the river is close to people.

8. "Moon" by Tang Xuetao

Po Yi is as small as a hook, fanning the Han army. The fine shadow will be round, where can you see it in the world?

9. "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan" by Zhang Jiuling of the Tang Dynasty

The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they miss each other at night.

When the candle is extinguished, it is filled with pity and light, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew. I can't bear to give it away, but I still have a good night's sleep.

10. "Remembering My Brother-in-law on a Moonlit Night" by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty

The drums cut off the people's line, and there is a sound of wild geese in the autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.

My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended.

Yan Shu's "Mid-Autumn Moon"

Ten rounds of frost shadows turn around the courtyard, and this evening, people are alone in the corner.

It may not be that Su'e has no regrets, the jade toad is cold and the sweet-scented osmanthus is lonely.

Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·When will the bright moon come"

When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places. Dance to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world.

Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, where you will find a low-rise house, and the light will make you sleepless. There should be no hatred, why will things last forever when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This has never been the case in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.

Su Shi's "Mid-Autumn Moon"

The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently.

If this night in this life is not good, where can I see the bright moon next year?

Su Shi's "Bodhisattva Barbarian"

The crescent moon hangs on the eaves of the painting at the beginning, and the lonely light is not full but is already missing;

Recognizing the jade curtain hook in the distance, Tiansun Freshening floor.

Su Shi's "Moon over the Xijiang River"

The shallow waves shine across the field, and the sky is faintly visible across the sky.

The arrogance of jade is not solved by the mud, and I want to get drunk and sleep on the fragrant grass.

It’s a pity that a stream of wind and moon cannot teach anyone to crush Qiong Yao.

As I untie my saddle and pillow on the green poplar bridge, I hear the sound of spring dawn from Du Yu.

Su Shi's "Moon on an Autumn Night"

At first they gathered and dispersed. Then he called her, and there was no reason to meet her face again.

In recent days, there will be a feast again unexpectedly.

In front of the Lord, in his spare time, he frowned and sighed.

It stirs up old sorrows endlessly.

Chao Duanli's "Water Dragon Ying Ode to the Moon"

Tired of traveling in Beijing and Luo, no one asked for illness or wine at night.

There is little snow on Jiuqu, the moon is light on Qianmen, and the Lantern Festival lanterns are near.

The fragrance spreads from the plum blossoms, the frozen noodles disappear, and there is a message of spring.

I remember being drunk in the South Tower and having a banquet in the West City. I didn’t care about it, and I was sleepy.

It’s not long since the passing of time, people are shocked early, and their hair is full of hair.

The body shape at that time, and the mood now, should mostly be thin.

Immediately on the wall, even if the teacher catches a glimpse, it is difficult to recognize him.

There are tears in the eyes, and the Luo lapels are held out.

"The Mallard Ode to the Moon" by Chao Duanli

The evening clouds have faded, and the pale sky is covered with glass. The rotten silver plate comes from the bottom of the sea, and the color is bright and clear. The ying is dustless and Su'e is standing there; the tranquility can be counted and the osmanthus is mixed. The jade dew has just begun to break, and the golden wind has not yet blown. There is no time like this in the year. The dew sits for a long time, and when the fireflies are sparse, the black magpies are flying south.

The Yaotai is cold, the railings are warm, and it’s been a long time to get off. After hearing the news of a beautiful lady saying goodbye, you should express your longing for her. The most caring thing, the leaking sound is eternal, the heartbreak is dark, and the shadow of flowers is secretly moving. It is expected that the night will come, the clear light will not diminish, and the weather will be cloudy and sunny again? *** Love each other, now that we are apart, it is still a year apart. The person is strong, the clear bottle is plain, and the long-term wish is with him.

Ouyang Xiu's "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River"

The willows in the south of the Yangtze River are soft in both flowers and willows. When the flower pieces fall, they stick to the wine cup, and the lower part of the wicker brushes people's heads. Each is romantic.

The moon in the south of the Yangtze River is like a mirror and like a hook. It looks like a mirror but does not invade the pink surface; it looks like a hook but does not hang the curtain head. Long is to take care of separation.

Wang Qi "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River"

The moon in the south of the Yangtze River fills the west tower in the clear night. When the clouds fall and open, the ice spits out the mirror, and the jade hook sinks deep in the waves. When does Yuanqi rest?

The stars are far apart, and the wind is dewy into the new autumn. Dangui doesn't know how to shake and hate, Su'e should be sad to say goodbye. ***Yuyou in the sky.

"Good things are coming soon" by Yang Wanli

Before the month of Chengzhai arrives, we first arrive at Wanhuachuan Valley.

It’s not like fasting without a moon, but cultivating bamboo in a separate courtyard.

It is only the thirteenth night, and the moonlight is already like jade.

It is not the autumn light that is so beautiful, look at the fifteenth or sixteenth.

"Mid-Autumn Moon" by Yang Wanli

I know the old Mid-Autumn Festival every year, and tonight I go to the waterside alone.

The red light shines all over the river, and the lights on both sides of the bank are red.

The wildfires along the river bank are extinguished in three days, and the orchestra is noisy for thousands of miles.

It is a pity that there is no moon in this autumn, and I sleep alone for a while.

My tearful eyes look to the sky and I sigh at night, where do I linger even more loudly?

The desolate and melancholy articles of the old days, now you can stand on the railing and look forward to it?

I think back to the Qingqiu Festival of the year before last, when I was always with my beautiful wife.

Each other’s articles are critical of each other, and their thin shadows are clear and cut, and they care about each other.

We walked together and rode on a horse and had a lingering love. Once this feeling was gone, we returned to the west.

The dazzling eastern sky has first revealed its whiteness, and the cold moon and cold stars have returned together.

Today's lonely shadow faces the blue sky, why is the autumn so bleak with all the frost?

The heart travels thousands of miles away, and the soul follows the river to dream of the beautiful lady.

A cup of river water reflects the moon, and the Beidou silver plate is gone.

In the past, people and the moon could accompany each other, but now they are facing Xuanyuan in the cold.

Yue *** People's hearts are often different, so why bother looking back at the dim light.

I raised my glass and sighed to the blue sky, bowed my head and shed tears through my blue shirt.

I can only drink alone to relieve my sorrow and resentment, and my old friends are reunited from thousands of miles away.

Yang Wanli's "Niannujiao·Mid-Autumn Festival"

The bright moon shines in the sky, illuminating the tall buildings and the cloisters with their carved eaves.

With furrowed eyebrows and thin arms, he leaned on the railing and looked toward the west.

The autumn wind blows suddenly and the yellow leaves rustle. How can I miss you and worry about you?

When I wake up at night and stare, I can only see the flowing water.

The brocade book is entrusted to Chang'e, who does not relieve her worries.

People want to love you! The moon waxes and wanes, the moon is always there, and people always experience troubles and rest.

Sorrows and joys, partings and reunions, no one can control, the full moon shines brightly on the building.

Good times are hard to find, but I cherish traveling as a young person in this life.

Liu Kezhuang's "Qing Ping Le·Playing with the Moon on the 15th Night of May"

The wind is high and the waves are fast, riding on the back of a toad for thousands of miles.

I once saw E’s true figure, and her face was plain without any makeup.

Walking around the Yinzhu Palace, looking down at the misty Qi.

I occasionally shake the osmanthus tree while drunk. The world is called cool breeze.

Xin Qiji's "Man Jiang Hong·Mid-Autumn Festival Sends Away"

Hurry up to the west tower, fearing that the sky will release and the floating clouds will cover the moon.

But the jade-fiber horizontal flute cracked with a single blow.

Whoever makes the curling floating world has the most pity for the jade ax repair season.

Ask Chang'e, if she is lonely and cold, if she has any worries, she should respond with a beautiful hair.

The jade liquid is full and the cup is slippery. Lift up your long sleeves and sing loudly.

Sigh, eighty-nine times out of ten, there is still nothing left to be desired.

If it is a long and round night like this, the favor may not be appreciated.

Return the past and separation into joy, and say it when you return.

Xin Qiji's "Autumn Rui Xiang Yin"

Can't keep it. Time rushes by, the fragrant orchids rest, and the good flowers fade, but only in a moment. The colorful clouds are easy to scatter and the glass is brittle.

On a windy and moonlit night, there are several traces of the past. Can't bear to think about it. Looking away this time, we will be separated forever.

Towards the Immortal Island and on the road to the underworld, there is no news from either side.

Xin Qiji's "Xuan Qing"

The waning moon is hazy, the small banquet is dim, and it is slightly cold when returning. I fell asleep in the lonely pavilion with my back on my back. I hugged the heavy quilt and was still drunk and silent. Time passes by again and again, the joy of the past is gone, and the sadness of separation is just a pillow. Thinking secretly, chasing old memories, the scenery of Shenjing is like a brocade.

I wanted to throw fruit to my friends and had a banquet. I drank heavily at that time. The dancing swallows fluttered and sang, and in front of the Dai Banquet, there were all the gods and immortals. At the end of the night, it became even more sparse and crazy. More generals sleep in phoenix curtains and mandarin ducks. The jade hairpins are in disorder, and they are scattered all over the high sun, this joy.

"Song of Love" by Xin Qiji

Painted drums noisy the street, orchid lanterns fill the city, and the bright moon shines on the city. The night view of Jiangque, the capital of the Qing Dynasty, with silver arrows flying in the wind and golden stems exposed. The alleys are criss-crossed. Passing the Pingkang bridle, listen to the singing slowly. Phoenix candles flicker. That person did not cover up the incense screen.

Looking towards the Luoqi bush, I can vaguely recognize the old days, with a light and graceful attitude. She is charming and charming, her smile is still there, and she greets you with intention. The wall is on the wall immediately, but it is difficult to write sincerity after a long delay. Little did he know that famous officials would be detained and interrogated, and their charm would be reduced over the years.

"Looking at the Moon of Han Dynasty" by Liu Yong

The bright moon, the bright moon, the bright moon. The struggle for success is still lacking. Just like young bridegrooms, they meet for a while and then part ways.

It was last year at the threshold of the small building. Thousands of miles of clear light remains the same, the night is eternal and the people are tired of it.

Xin Qiji's "Partridge Sky"

The remaining smoke blows into the night wind. A bright moon hangs above the curtain.

Because the road is far away, people are still far away.

Emotional and profound. Biyun returned without a trace.

Only in the past life, love caged the mandarin ducks in two places.

"Twelve O'clock (Autumn Night)" by Xin Qiji

The evening is clear and the moon is covered with light smoke, and the wind is like a wash of toad light.

The green tents and the coolness give rise to autumn thoughts. The weather is getting colder.

The fallen leaves knock on the window, the west wind fills the courtyard, and I can't sleep anymore.

Even more leaking throat, dripping worries, and all kinds of emotions are arising, all of which are leaving people worried.

Who knows, at that time, the sentence was very touching.

Sometimes at night, Mingming is lying on his pillow, looking at the ground diligently.

When the candle is dark, I wake up from the wine, and Yuan Lai is in a dream again.

Come to bed and sit alone with your clothes on, all kinds of hopeless feelings.

How can I come, harmonize the clouds and rain, and then make up the remaining fragrant quilt?

I wish you to make a wish to heaven and never abandon it from now on.

"Xing Xiangzi" by Xin Qiji

The sky and the autumn light turn around the sadness of love, and explore Jin Yingzhi that the Double Ninth Festival is approaching.

Thin clothes are a first try, green ants are a new taste.

Gradually there is wind, rain and coolness.

The courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken at dusk. When I wake up from the drunkenness, I feel worried about the past.

In that eternal night, the bed is empty under the bright moon.

When you hear the sound of an anvil being pounded, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long.

Xin Qiji's "The Bright Moon is Bright at Night"

The bright moon is shining brightly at night, prompting the weaving of the east wall.

Yuheng refers to Mengdong, how can all the stars align.

White dew touches weeds, and the seasons suddenly change.

Autumn cicadas chirp among the trees, and black birds pass away peacefully.

In the past, my fellow disciples held high the six feathers.

If you don’t want to join hands, you will abandon me like a relic.

There is a fight in the south and the north, and the oxen cannot bear the yoke.

What good is a false reputation if there is no solid foundation?

Xin Qiji's "Poem of Listening to the Moon"

The head of the Tingyue Tower is connected to Taiqing, and the moon is most distinct when leaning on the tower.

The sky is buzzing and the ice is spinning, and the jade pestle is tinkling when medicine is being pounded.

The sound of music played in Guanghan is thin, and the axe, Dangui and osmanthus jingle.

Occasionally, a gust of fragrant wind blew up, blowing away Chang'e's laughter.

Xin Qiji's "How bright is the bright moon"

How bright is the bright moon? It shines on my bed curtains.

Sorrowful and unable to sleep, I pick up my clothes and wander around.

Although it is a pleasant trip, it is better to return home early.

When I go out and feel alone, who should I sue for my worries?

The leader returned to the room and shed tears on his clothes.

Xin Qiji's "The Song of Resentment"

The newly cracked Qi Wan Su, fresh and clean as frost and snow.

Cut it into an albizia fan, which looks like a bright moon.

Going in and out of your sleeves, shaking in the breeze.

I am often afraid that when autumn comes, the coolness will overtake the heat.

Abandon the donation box and put it in the basket, and the kindness will be eliminated.

Xin Qiji's "Taichang Yin·Ode to Lu Shuqian on the Mid-Autumn Night in Jiankang"

A round of autumn shadows turns to golden waves, and the flying mirror is polished again.

Ask Chang'e about the wine: What can I do if I am bullied by gray hair!

Take advantage of the wind and see the mountains and rivers in the sky.

Cut away the Gui Po Suo, and you will see more humanity and clear light.

Xin Qiji's "Magnolia"

Poor moon, where is it going?

It's a different world, only seen over there, the light and shadow are to the east.

The sky is out of the sky, the sky is full of sweat, but the wind is blowing brightly to send you the Mid-Autumn Festival?

Who will tie the flying mirror without roots, and who will keep Chang'e if she doesn't marry?

It is said that there is no reason to go through the bottom of the sea, and the trance makes people sad.

Afraid of thousands of miles of whales, the Jade Palace and the Qiong Tower will be destroyed vertically and horizontally.

A shrimp and a toad are worthy of bathing in water. How can a jade rabbit explain the ups and downs?

If everything is fine, how can it gradually become like a hook?

Fan Chengda's "Magpie Bridge Immortal"

On a good night with two stars, you are lazy in farming and weaving, and you should be jealous of all the immortals. Sister Juanjuan Yue's eyebrows are full of wrinkles, and she is even more helpless, and the wind is blowing the rain. Meeting each other hastily, arguing as if we have never seen each other again, disturbing the mood of separation again. The new joy is not as good as the old sorrow, but adds to it, and the new sorrow goes away.

Wen Tianxiang's "The Initiation of the Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet" by Hui Dong Tiju

The festival takes place on the river, and the clear ice of the boat carrying paintings;

Waiting for the moon to raise a glass and breathe in the fragrance Bottled in green. Worship the fallen stars, and make appointments with the bright moon. The city is full of wind and rain, so lucky that the Double Ninth Festival is so close;

The mountains and rivers are as picturesque as ever before when I visited Red Cliff.

The reward will be paid by the straw, and the descendants will be clothed.

Lu Benzhong's "Picking Mulberries"

Hating you is not like the moon in the river, north and south, east and west, north and south, east and west, we can only accompany each other without separation;

Hate you but it is like Jianglouyue, temporarily full but still losing money, temporarily full but still losing money, when will it be until reunion?

Fan Zhongyan's "Royal Street Journey"

The fallen leaves are fragrant, the night is silent, and the cold sound breaks.

The pearl curtain rolls up in the empty jade building, and the sky is pale and the Milky Way hangs down to the ground.

Every year tonight, the moon shines brightly, and people are thousands of miles long.

There is no reason for me to get drunk when my heart is broken. Before the wine arrives, I will burst into tears first.

The remaining lamp lights up the pillow, and I know the feeling of sleeping alone.

Everyone came to this matter, and there was no way to avoid it.

Lu You "On the fourteenth day of the 10th month, the moon is like day"

The moon comes from the east of the sea, and its diameter is a molten silver plate.

Going west to Emei, the jade sky is thousands of miles wide.

Lu You's "Looking at the Moon on the Bridge on the Night of December 3rd"

There is always a new moon, but tonight the clear light reaches half of the moon.

Liuwai Bridge is the tallest and most impressive, and you can watch it descending to the west mountain.

Lu You's "Facing the Moon in the Boat"

Yiyi can't bear to say goodbye to me, who is like the half moon of Emei.

Lu Duoxun's "Ode to the Moon"

When the moon rises above Taiye Pond, the evening wind blows the ten thousand-year-old branches.

Who opened the jade box and opened the golden mirror, revealing some clear light.

Mi Fu's "Climbing a Tower to Look at the Moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival"

The Huaihai Sea is as full as silver, and thousands of rainbows nurture the treasures of clams.

If there is no moon door in the sky, the osmanthus branches will support the westward wheel.

Yuan Haowen's "Nizhuang Mid-Autumn Festival"

The days of strong food are more than thin, and the narrow clothes are already cold in autumn.

Children reminisce about each other, knowing how difficult it is to travel.

The dew air enters the thatched hut, and the sound of the stream is noisy on the rocky beach.

The moon comes at night in the mountains, but I don’t see it until dawn.

Poems about the Moon in the Ming Dynasty

Xu Wei's "Arrived at Tongdu Bridge in Jianning on the 15th Night to Watch the Moon"

The boat was moored at dusk in the west of the city, and the full moon was seen when starting towards the long bridge.

Gradually, you can see the smoke and floating grass in the distance, and suddenly you are in front of the eaves of a high pavilion.

Sit in the forest and watch birds, and look into the clouds and rivers connected to the water.

I have long wanted to take a boat trip to the sky, but several times the road is boundless.

Yang Shen's "Song of the Dian Sea"

In the middle of the pavilion of Liangwang Pavilion, in the middle of the water, there are two black and magpie stars with five stripes.

Thirty miles across the Hongqiao, Guanghan Palace is fragrant at night.

Bian Gong's "Chang'e"

The moon palace is clear and cold, and the osmanthus clusters bloom year by year.

*** talks about heaven in the human world, but does not know that heaven remembers the human world.

Zhang Huangyan's "Zhongqiu Mid-Autumn Festival"

The light autumn scenery is long, and the orchid, osmanthus and osmanthus are fragrant.

The moon is bright and round, people are thousands of miles away, and the wind is strong and the sails are flying.

I am ashamed of Yu Liang with my cup in my hand this night, and laughed at Wu Gang with my ax in my hand for several years.

You don’t have to go to Qiantang to watch the waves. The blue sea and silvery sky are so dim.

Feng Menglong

Farewell to the bitter cold moon, I saw a hook in the spring night.

It shines faintly on people, and the hanging willows are gentle.

Half of the first look in the mirror, but the whole body has not gone upstairs.

The tide in Guangling is getting longer, and the shadows of plum blossoms are floating on the curtain.

Feng Menglong

I put on my makeup for the Spring Festival Gala and tied a jade hook in the sky.

The gentle breeze makes the shadows thin, and the flowing water softens the light.

Having a brief glimpse of the silver wax, I hurried down the green building.

The reunion is not far away, and there is a faint fragrance floating on some trees.

Poetry of the Qing Dynasty in Ode to the Moon

Cao Xueqin's "Ode to the Moon in Fragrant Lings", Part 1

The moon is high in the sky and the night is cold, with clear light and bright shadows.

Poets add to the fun and often want to play, while strangers add sorrow and cannot bear to watch.

A jade mirror hangs beside the jade building, and an ice tray hangs outside the pearl curtain.

What’s the use of burning silver candles on a good night, when the sky is bright and clear.

Cao Xueqin's "Scented Ling Ode to the Moon", Part 2

It is neither silver nor water that reflects the cold window, try to see the clear sky protecting the jade plate.

The faint fragrance of plum blossoms is about to be dyed, and the silky willow ribbons are just drying.

I only suspect that the remaining powder is coated with gold, as if light frost has been applied to the jade railing.

When I woke up from the dream, no one was around in the west building, but the remaining faces could still be seen through the curtain.

Cao Xueqin's "Xiangling Ode to the Moon", Part 3

It is difficult to cover up the essence, but the shadow comes from the beauty, and the soul comes from the cold.

An anvil strikes a thousand miles of white, and half a chicken sings the fifth watch.

Listen to the flute in the autumn on the green coir river, and lean on the railing in the red-sleeved building at night.

Winning Chang'e should ask why they are not reunited forever.

Cao Xueqin's "Poetry in Ode to the Moon"

Every time we meet on the third or fifth day of the year, we are reunited, and the sun is shining brightly to protect the jade railing.

It was only held out by the heavens, and all the people in the world looked up.

Cao Xueqin's "Mid-Autumn Festival with Love for the Moon"

Unknown wishes for three lifetimes often add to the sorrow.

When boredom comes, hold back your forehead and turn around several times when walking.

Looking at the shadow in front of the wind, who is worthy of the moonlight?

If Chan Guang wants to, go to the Jade Man Tower first.

Chen Sanli's "Nanchang Yuejiang Boat Trip on the Night of November 14th"

The dew air is like a microscopic insect, and the waves are like a lying cow.

The bright moon is like a cocoon, wrapping my boat on the river.