2024 New Year Poetry Gala Outstanding Works Exhibition.
Teacher group No. 06 guest Bi Ran.
Author: Yuebo Ximei.
Starting from looking up at the bright moon and bowing your head to think of your hometown, the bright moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival has become a blessing, a longing and a concern in people's hearts.
I don't know when the bright moon is, but I know that this round of bright moon, through the dynasties, is round and missing, missing and round.
Who first saw the moon on the riverside, and when did the river moon shine at the beginning of the year?Under the bright moon, Zhang Ruoxu frowned and groaned, tossing and turning.
The wilderness is low and the trees are low, and the moon is over. Under the night, Meng Haoran stared at the clear water of a river, floating to see the full moon of the vicissitudes of the world, and suddenly felt the sorrow of detention.
People in the deep forest don't know, and the bright moon comes to take pictures. On a moonlit night, Wang Wei sat alone in the deep and secluded bamboo forest, sometimes playing the piano, sometimes whistling, the bright moon seemed to be understanding, and he came to take pictures diligently.
The moss and mangroves under the steps, the rain and the moon are sad, Li Shangyin, who lives in a foreign country, and his relatives are lonely and sad, and it is difficult to dispel them, and they can't help but be full of sorrow.
The full moon in the West Building is Yi'an's lovesickness, the moonfall is Zhang Ji's travel sorrow, the wind and the waning moon are Liu Yong's grievances, and the spring flowers and autumn moon are Li Yu's sorrows.
The bright moonlight, who has shone on the window?This moonlight, which has been tossed and turned for thousands of years, will now tell a lovesickness and love through whose window.
This moon is as bright as snow, this moon is as quiet as frost, it is graceful in Tang poetry, it is bold in Song poetry, it is clear and bright and bright on the Great Wall of Qin, and it is light and sprinkled on the Han family pass.
Tonight, this round of blessings through the ages, drunk the world, drunk the world.