moon

1. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light.

Is there frost already? .

Looking up, I found it was moonlight.

I sank again and suddenly remembered home.

(Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking")

How wide the world is, how close the trees are to heaven,

How clear the moon is on the water! .

(Meng Haoran: "Jiande River Sleeping at Night")

Moonlight in the pine forest,

Crystal gems in the stream.

(Wang Wei: "Autumn in a Mountain Residence")

In the faint moonlight, geese fly high,

The Tatar chiefs are fleeing from the darkness.

(Lu Lun: "Xia Sai Qu")

5. Until, holding up my cup, I asked Mingyue,

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

(Li Bai: "Drinking the Moon Alone")

6. I don't know the month when I am an hour.

Call it a white jade plate.

(Li Bai: Gulangyu)

7. It's too light for anyone to hear.

Except my comrade, Mingyue.

(Wang Wei: Bamboo House)

8. The moon is full of surprises.

In the spring stream.

(Wang Wei: "Bird Song Stream")

When will there be a bright moon?

I take my glass from a distance.

……

People have joys and sorrows,

The moon is full of rain and sunshine.

(Su Shi: "When will there be a bright moon?" )

10. Bright moon in Qin dynasty, bright moon in Han dynasty.

The Long March hasn't come back yet.

(Wang Changling: "Out of the Plug")

1 1. Poor third night in September,

Dewdrops are like pearls, and the moon is like a bow.

(Bai Juyi: Mu Jiang Yin)

12. He knows that the dew tonight will be frost.

How bright the moonlight is at home! .

(Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")

13. Moonlight in the pine forest,

Crystal gems in the stream.

(Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Mountains)

14. An old friend resigned from the Yellow Crane Tower.

Fireworks fell in Yangzhou in March.

(Li Bai: "Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou")

15 bright moon surprise magpie,

At midnight, the breeze blew cicadas.

(Xin Qiji's "Walking along Huangsha Road in Xijiang Moonlight Night")

be homesick

1. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! .

When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems")

2. I left home when I was young, and my local accent has not changed.

Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)

3. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come.

The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. (Song Wenzhi, "Crossing the Han River")

Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.

Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.

... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year.

I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain)

It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.

The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. (Xue Daoheng: "People are homesick every day")

6. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? .

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking")

7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.

In this nocturne, people can't help but miss their hometown. (Li Bai: The Flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night)

8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.

For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao: "Journey to the North")

9. A vagrant hears drums that indicate fighting, and a wild goose rings in autumn.

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.

Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu: "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night")

Children interest

The children are busy flying kites early after school.

The children rushed after Huang Die and flew into the cauliflower.

I know that some children picked up the woven fence and left a lamp at night.

The shepherd boy rode the song of the ox, trembling Lin Yue's desire to catch cicadas, and suddenly stood in silence.

Children with a hood learn to sit by the raspberry moss and reflect on themselves. Passers-by use the topic to play, waving at a distance, but they are afraid that the fish will not be surprised.

Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest. Trying to catch cicadas, I suddenly became silent.