Poetry about the moon

1. What are some beautiful and funny poems about the moon?

1. Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "Ask the Moon about Wine·My Old Friend Jia Chun Ling Yu Asked About It"

Today People don't see the moon in ancient times, but today's moon used to shine on ancient people.

2. "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes.

3. "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.

4. "Shengchazi·Yuanxi" by Ouyang Xiu of the Northern Song Dynasty

The moon is on the willow branches, and people meet after dusk.

5. "Sauve Acacia·Part 2" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

The sun is full of lust, the flowers are full of smoke, and the moon is bright, and the moon is full of sorrow and sleeplessness

6. Su Shi of the Song Dynasty "Spring Night·A moment of a spring night is worth a thousand gold"

A moment of a spring night is worth a thousand gold. The flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy.

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

There is a bright moon on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

8. Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty: "Su Jian Dejiang"

The wild sky has low trees, and the clear moon on the river is close to the people.

9. Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty: "Drinking Alone under the Moon"

Raising glasses to the bright moon, we formed three people facing each other.

10. Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty: "Out of the Fortress"

The moon shines brightly in the Qin Dynasty and closes in the Han Dynasty, but the long march of thousands of miles has not yet returned

Why do ancient poets love to write about the moon?

The ancients believed that the moon was the same when seen in different places, so they believed that the moon could transcend space.

Facing the same bright moon, the emotions expressed are different: some lament how difficult the world is and how fleeting time is; some lament the ups and downs of the officialdom and express their pursuit of ideals. 2. Adapt an ancient poem about the moon. How to modify it within 200 words?

Shui Diao Songtou Su Shi When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine.

I wonder what year it is in the palace in the sky? I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid that the beautiful buildings and jade buildings will be too cold at high places. When I dance to clear my shadow, how can I feel like I'm in the human world? Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless. There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times.

I hope that people will live long and be like cicadas thousands of miles away. Drinking alone under the moon by Li Bai A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.

Raise your glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me.

For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring. My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.

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.

Linjiang Immortal Chen Yuyi recalled that in the past, when drinking on the Wuqiao Bridge, most of them were heroes. The long ravine flows silently as the moon passes, and in the sparse shadows of the apricot blossoms, I play the flute until dawn.

More than twenty years have been like a dream, although this body is in shock. I leisurely climbed up to the small pavilion to see the clear sky, and saw many things happened in ancient and modern times. The fisherman sang the third watch.

Sending firewood to serve the emperor Wang Changling The flowing water carries the waves to Wugang, sending you off without realizing the separation. The green mountains are together with the clouds and rain, but the bright moon has never been the two villages.

I heard that Wang Changling moved to the left and Longbiao was far away and sent this message. Li Bai When all the poplar flowers have fallen, Zigui cries, and I hear that Longbiao has passed the Five Streams. I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon, and follow the wind to the west of the night.

Leaving the Fortress Wang Changling The bright moon of Qin is at the pass of Han, and the people who have marched thousands of miles have not yet returned. But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and Hu Ma is not taught to cross the Yin Mountain.

Jade Butterfly Liu Yong Looking at the place where the rain has stopped and the clouds have broken, I lean on the railing quietly and watch the autumn light. The desolate evening scene makes Song Yu feel desolate.

The water and breeze are gentle, the apple blossoms are getting older; the moon is cold and the dew is cold, and the phoenix leaves are turning yellow. Reminiscence hurts, where are the old friends, the smoke and water are vast.

Unforgettable. At the wine party during the period of writing, there were a few solitary romances, and the stars turned into frost many times.

The sea is vast and the mountains are far away. Where is Xiaoxiang? Recalling the twin swallows, it is difficult to rely on the news; it refers to the twilight sky and the empty consciousness returning home. Looking at each other sadly, in the sound of broken Hong, the setting sun rises.

Butterflies love flowers? Who said leisure has been abandoned for a long time? Who said leisure has been abandoned for a long time? Who said Ouyang Xiu has abandoned leisure for a long time? Every spring comes, the melancholy is still the same. I often get sick and drink in front of the flowers every day. The willows on the embankment ask for new worries, what happens every year, the wind fills the sleeves of the independent bridge, and people return to the new moon in the flat forest. The Case of Qing Jade by He Zhu Ling Bo could not reach Hengtang Road, but he watched Fang Chen go.

Who will spend the golden years? Yueqiao Garden, with its slender windows and red doors, is the only place where spring is known. The flying clouds are rising slowly into the twilight sky, and the colorful pen is filled with new heart-breaking sentences.

How much leisure and sorrow are there? Yichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and rain, and plums are yellow and rainy. Butterfly Loves Flowers by Yan Shu The chrysanthemums on the threshold are worried about the smoke and the orchids are weeping with dew. The curtains are light and cold, and the swallows fly away.

The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred, and its slanting light penetrates Zhuhu at dawn. Last night, the west wind withered the green trees. I climbed up to the tall building alone and looked across the road to the end of the world.

If you want to send a colorful note, there is no ruler. You will know where the mountains are and the rivers are. What I saw in the book at night in the boat, Cha Shenxing, I saw fishing lanterns in the dark moon, and a single light of firefly.

The gentle breeze stirred up the waves, scattering stars all over the river. Sauvignon Blanc Bai Juyi The Bian water flow and the Si water flow flow to the ancient ferry of Guazhou.

Wu Shan is a little worried. I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time, and my hatred will not stop until I return.

People lean against the building in the bright moon. Good things are coming soon? The Fisherman's Poems by Zhu Dunru Shake your head and leave the world of mortals, and there is no time to wake up and get drunk.

Working with green grass and green hats, I am used to being covered with frost and snow. The evening wind sets the fishing line free, and there is a new moon above and below.

Thousands of miles away, the water and the sky are the same color, and I can see the lone red light disappearing. Moon Over Guazhou Zhang Ji The new autumn is coming again at the head of the river, how sad is it? Where is China with the grass growing all over the sky? Heroes hate, tears of ancient and modern times, water flows eastward.

Only the fishing rod goes up to Guazhou under the bright moon. The fortune teller? Written by Su Shi while living in Dinghui Yuan, Huangzhou. The moon is missing and the sparse tung trees are hanging, which makes people feel at peace.

Who sees lonely people coming and going alone, misty and lonely shadows. Startled but looked back, no one can spare the regret.

Picking out all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold. Overnight at Qipan Ridge Shen Quanqi traveled thousands of miles alone and lay high in the west of Qipan Mountain.

The mountain moon is close to the window, and the Tianhe River enters the house low. The fragrant spring is flat and green, and the child cries in the clear night.

The floating passengers are empty and listening, and the praising city hears Shuji. Searching for Plum Blossoms by Qiaoji Before and after winter, there are several villages, north and south of the stream, walking on frost, at the top of the trees and at the bottom of the trees, on the solitary mountain, when the cold wind comes, where is the fragrance? Suddenly we met in silk clothes and silk clothes.

I wake up from drunkenness and wake up from cold dreams, the flute is desolate in spring and my heart is broken, and the pale moon is dim. Jiang Chengzi Ouyang Jiong In the evening, the grass on the bank of Jinling is flat, the sunset is bright, and the water is ruthless.

Six generations of prosperity fade away with the sound of waves. In the sky, the moon rises above the Gusu Terrace, like a mirror reflecting the west sky over the river city.

Migrating orioles? The Dragon Boat Festival floods the lake. Huang Shang and the plum rain begin to rest. The pistils and the pomegranates are blooming, competing for the season.

Corned millet is wrapped with gold, cattails are cut with jade, this is where the feast is arranged. The youth is defeated in the battle of cleverness, and the jade wrist is knotted with colorful silk.

On the colorful boat, watching the dragon boats in twos and twos, the waves are rising. Strange.

Difficult to paint, the waves arouse and fly into the snow on the lake. The drums are noisy and the thunder is loud, the red flag is lightning, and Fang Che wins the championship.

Looking at Zhongshui, the sky is setting, and I can still see the red curtain raised. Returning home late, the load is spent ten miles away, and the crescent moon is hooked.

Three Poems from Jiangning Jiakou (Part 3) Wang Anshi It’s dusk at the moonlight at the mouth of the Luoyang River, and the shop has no lights and is about to close its doors. Sha Feng was half dead on the side of the bank, and there were traces of the last year when the boat was tied up. 3. Funny verses about the bright moonlight in front of the bed

There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, and Li Bai wants to drink soup.

I drank a bowl of soup and peed all over my crotch. The incense burner in Rizhao produced purple smoke, and Li Bai came to the roast duck restaurant.

My mouth is watering, and I have no money when I touch my pocket! There was bright moonlight in front of the window. Li Bai opened the window. When he saw the X-ray, all his teeth fell out. Grilled egrets in front of Xisai Mountain, mandarin fish with peach blossoms and flowing water. Braised in braised or white, the egret and mandarin fish don't have to go home. I don't see my girlfriend before I see her. I don't see my work after that. My pockets are empty. You treat me to dinner. The moonlight shines in front of the window. Li Bai opens the window. When he saw the X-ray, his hair fell out. The incense burner produced purple smoke in the sunshine, and Li Bai came to the roast duck restaurant.

My mouth was drooling, and I touched my pocket without any money. ---------------------------------- Purple smoke rises from the Rizhao oven, and when I see the mutton skewers hanging in front of me from a distance, I can’t help but shed tears. Thousands of feet away, I touched my pocket and found no money.

Sleeping in spring without waking up, mosquito bites everywhere. The big bear comes at night and watches where you go. 4. Who has a spoof of ancient poetry?

The bright moonlight in front of the bed

Two pairs of shoes on the floor

A pair of dogs and a man and a woman

Among them There is you

The moonlight shines in front of the bed,

The thief climbs the wall.

Picking up the mace,

Li Bai fell to the ground.

There was bright moonlight in front of the bed,

Li Bai opened the window.

Encountered X-ray,

All his teeth fell out.

Rizhao oven produces green smoke,

Looking at the Beijing roast duck restaurant in the distance.

The saliva flowed down three thousand feet,

There was no money when I touched my pocket.

If you don’t wash your feet in spring,

mosquitoes will bite you everywhere.

Turning over in the middle of the night,

A lot of people were crushed to death.

When did I get a pretty girl? I asked netizens on the phone, “Who is this beauty online?” I want to log off and go back, but I am afraid that I will be too far away to find my name. Searching for a name is not like being in an Internet cafe. Making phone calls, taking pagers, and paying single bills. I shouldn't feel bad. When do I not want to spend time together? The moon waxes and wanes, and there are dinosaurs and frogs on the Internet. This matter is difficult to solve in ancient times. I hope that my beautiful girl will chat with me thousands of miles away.

"Like a Dream" (the examination style is not correct)

I always remember cheating in exams, the teacher is extremely beautiful;

My eyes seem to be all over the place, I picked up the note and dropped it on the ground;

Weird, weird, the punishment is hard to escape. 5. A collection of funny Mid-Autumn Festival poems

1. Li Bai: There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, and there are cakes but no packaging. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to smell the fragrance of the cake.

2. Du Fu: On the shore where the grass is thin and the wind blows, there will be many gifts this year. What can be magnanimous? Mooncakes are the best!

3. Meng Haoran: It’s time to sleep in the autumn, and everyone is on holiday. How many mooncakes are there on the moon-viewing dinner table?

4. Liu Zongyuan: Birds without power will fly away, and people without money will disappear. Tasting cakes and hats, celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival alone.

5. Mencius: Moon cakes are what I want.

6. Confucius: The deceased is like a man! Eat less and less.

7. Lao Tzu: When chickens and dogs hear each other, they will never send mooncakes until they die.

8. Cao Cao: The only way to relieve worries is mooncakes.

9. Su Shi: When will the mooncakes be available? Ask the sky about the wine. I wonder what the mooncakes in the sky are filled with tonight?

10. Xu Zhimo: I accepted it quietly, just as you gave it away quietly, I waved my sleeves to see if you would give it away next year! 6. What are some spoof poems?

When will the bright moon appear? Ask your roommate about the drink.

I wonder if the girl next door has a boyfriend? I wanted to dig into the wall to see, but I was afraid that the wall was too thick and would hurt my hands. Use the peeping mirror instead, the person in the room has left.

Turning the stairs, I looked down and saw that so-and-so, if not single, was holding the handsome man's elbow. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This has happened since ancient times.

I hope they break up soon. When did my girlfriend ask for wine? I don’t know how many years I have been single since I said goodbye. I want to become a monk and leave, but I’m afraid of being attached to the world of mortals. I’m overwhelmed by the cold. I dance with shadows for company. I’m lonely in the world chasing girls. I can't sleep in the night of lovesickness. I shouldn't have any regrets. When will the dreams of love come true? Women can be black and white, handsome and ugly. Men can be tall, short, fat and thin. This matter has never been settled in ancient times. I hope people will be single for a long time, and there will be a bright moon. When will there be? Ask the 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 am afraid that it will be cold in the high places. Dance to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world.

Turning to the Zhu Pavilion, the Qihu is low, and the light is sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times.

I wish you a long life and a long life.