Stringless Poetry Club (6)

No one has arrived at the west window in the month, but the boat is crossing the river and the fire is bright.

In May, the fragrance of flowers falls with the season, and the solitary boat travels by the mountains.

In Emei, the beautiful woman is drunk under the moonlight, and the poets sing in front of the boat on the Jinshui River.

The moon hangs in the sky and I hear that autumn is approaching. I go boating under the bridge and know that the water is cold.

The flowers on the ancient platform have fallen, the moon appears in the sky, the waves on the river are flat, and the boat is crossing itself.

The tender stamens are in bud. Under the moon, the spring breeze blows into the boat.

The clouds carry the breeze and surround the thin moon, and the water shakes the green waves of the boat.

On the moon there is an appointment in the willow branches, and the boat sails silently on the river.

Walking on the moon, playing the flute, traveling around Red Cliff, riding a boat to look for cranes and visiting the Eastern Slope.

The moonlight on the river shines far away, and the boatman in the boat sleeps sweetly.

The full moon shines in the sky, and the boat slowly moves along the water.

The fluttering sails are reflected in the moonlight, and the rolling waves of the river are in front of the boat.

The goddess mourns the laurel in the cold palace, and the son hangs his boat sail in the vast sea.

The clear light in the sky soothes the moon, and the huge waves of the river contain the flying boat.

The moon shines on Pingjiang and the people are independent, and the boats are sailing in the autumn water and the geese are flying alone.

The bright moon, the clear breeze, the thousands of trees, the lonely boat on the autumn water, are surrounded by mountains.

The stars are sparse and the moon is approaching, the mountains are quiet in autumn, the water is wide and the boats are crossing the cranes at night.

The wind invites the moon to shine on the river, and the mountains are new when boating along the water.

Thousands of hectares of gentle breeze and bright moonlight, a river of spring water and a leisurely boat.

The wind and moon are quiet on Ludi Sandbank, and the Pingbo Water Palace is empty of passenger boats.

The moon in the building is full of poetry, and the heart is on the sea with two temples and a piano.

The moon reflects in the west window, and the man wakes up alone, while the boat crosses Nanpu and the wild geese fly together.

I chanted poems to the moon leisurely, and drank three glasses of wine while I was on the boat.

We reunited happily under the moonlight on the Blue Bridge, but parted sadly by the ferry boat.

The moon behind the curtain holds a faint dream, and a heart boat is attached to the short pavilion.

The long sky is silent and the moon shines in the sky, and the boat travels far across the vast sea.

Poetry and wine have nothing to do with romantic affairs, while the harp and harp always revolve around love.

In the clear night, I have no intention of inviting Guiyue, but in the world of mortals, I have the wish to visit Lanzhou.

The moon is sinking in the foggy mountains, and people are sleeping for the first time in the morning, while the wild geese are flying alone in the Yancun village.

The bright moon separates the brilliant sky, and the light boat leaves no trace on the water.

The moon is white in the clouds and the autumn laurels are blooming, and the boat on the river is facing the thousands of miles of wind.

Enjoy a leisurely boat ride on the five lakes, enjoying the cool and beautiful moon in the autumn.

The bright moon is just setting behind the curtain, and the boats on both sides of the bank are rocking.

I invite the moon to leave for leisure, and even more cherish my friends to come in the boat.

The dream of high-rise buildings surrounds the fifth moon, and the spring returns to a leaf boat.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, the flowers are making shadows, and the boat is sailing with big waves hitting the side.

The bright moon sets in the river and the fish compete for kisses, while the light boat briefly reflects on the water harp.

The beauty sings her love under the moon, and the elegant man sings wonderful poems on the head of the boat.

On the east slope, the moon is full of moonlight and the chanters dance, while Li Bai rides on a boat and rides the waves.

The boat is crossing the boat in the frightening dark night, looking up at the Mid-Autumn Festival where the moon is like a wheel.

The chrysanthemum wine is fragrant, the autumn moon is bright, and the morning sun is bright and the passenger boats are light.

If the ancients did not see the moon at this time, how could the old boat be seen today?

The cold light of the moon still shines, and the tired guests in the boat return again.

The Immortal of the Moon was caught in the water and escaped, but Fuzhou Gongbu died of illness.

Don’t sigh at the deep moon and the old fairy rabbit, but pity the quiet boat and the growth of water lilies.

The cool breeze ripples with the silvery moonlight, and the floating boat on the weak water is covered with white dew.

The wind shakes the medicine and the moon floats, and I wear a poncho and a boat to give it away.

Don’t let the light thunder startle the moonlight, nor teach the people in the boat to avoid the sudden rain.

The moon is in the sky when the weather is cloudy and sunny, and there is no boat on the water in the misty rain.

Listen to ditties while the moon hangs in the sky, and sing folk songs while boating on the water.

The spring breeze in February spreads the beautiful scenery, and the sun sets on the lonely boat on the famous mountain.

The moon and white stars in the clouds retreat to seclusion, and the light shadows of boats on the river see them off.

The half-moon is shining brightly, and a small boat welcomes you from afar.

Spring comes, willows bloom at the beginning of last month, and the boat in front of the misty stream gradually moves.

Bring the wine to the wind and invite the moon to drink, leaving the fragrance to sleep on the boat while drunk.

Light sorrow touches the moon between the brows, and the jade flute follows the dream boat.

The moon shines on the west window, and the figures are thin, and the boat welcomes the setting sun, and the wild geese crow alone.

After traveling thousands of miles, I finally settled on the shore, and the third quarter moon began to disappear.

Pingsha is far away under the moon, and the boat is crossing the sea against the current.

Looking at the moon through the window and thinking about it crazily, rowing the oar and moving the boat, looking at the shadow.

The waves hit the river embankment and the boat moored, and the wind blew through the garden trees and the moon was still bright.

The glass of fine wine invites the shadow of the moon, and the poems and rhymes accompany the boat trip.

If the golden bottle is empty and facing the moon, why bother boarding the boat with harps and harps?

The moon is missing for a few nights, and I am sad and weeping, and the boat has passed away for three lifetimes, and I am deeply moved.

Invite the moon to have three glasses of wine and go sailing smoothly.

The clouds break and the moon moves, the shadows of the flowers move, and the rivers and boats are still and the water patterns appear.

The dawn moon in front of the window is as bright as ever, and the orchid boats at the ferry are as new as ever.

The Yangtze River can be crossed thousands of miles by boat, but the moon in the two bays is difficult to see when the water is dry.

Only when the trees are dense can you find the shadow of the moon, and where can the waves be flat to find the traces of the boat.

There are only three months in the window, and thousands of boats are already on the river.

The moon casts silver rays on the mountains to build dreams, and the boat travels on the clear water with emotion.

The crescent moon is as beautiful as an eyebrow branch, and a light boat is like a leaf lying on the bank.

Clouds accompany the moon, the wind ruffles the willows, and the carp boat floats in the water.

Looking at the moon by the river and thinking about its shadow, sailing across the sea and sighing at the lonely gull.

There is no better way to convey meaning than the osmanthus in the moon, and the emotions are the people on the boat.

I want to take advantage of the frost and moonlight on Wushan Mountain to sail the swallow boat on the Chu River.

I can sing about the bright moon without drinking. If I have poems, why not sing about Lanzhou.

The clear chanting under the moon makes the chill rise, and I lie drunk in the boat and the fragrance is flying.

The bright moon is still far away in the sky, and the short boat is leisurely.

The half-moon is setting on the green mountains, and a boat is sailing on the blue water.

The autumn wind is waning and the sound of the flute is cold, and the night is cold in the lonely boat in the sea of ??fog.

The wine moon is hidden in the wind, and the oars are sailing slowly.

The fallen leaves are flying and the flowers are flying away under the crescent moon, and the boat is returning in the foggy night covered with frost.

Leave the wine in the clouds to invite the moon, and use the wind to float the boat on the water.

The laurel is half covered by the slanting clouds, and the willows are slightly drooping when the boat is crossing the wild.

In the clear moonlight, the city is silent, and the orchid boats are sinking in the water.

It is good when the waves are clear and the moon is light and sunny. The waves are quiet and the boat is empty and the rain is cool.

Crows crow in the moonlit mountain sky, and herons fly freely on the water with their flying boats.

The fog rises, the smoke waves rise, and the moonlight dims. The wind stops and the boats and carriages on the Han Dynasty stop.

The cool bamboos lie drunk in the pine moon, and the warm grass walks alone among the flower boats.

Going up to the Cloud Tower in the distance to watch the cold moon, I was leaning against a light boat at the Hengye Temple alone.

The moon sets and the white pagoda is slender, and the boat is close to the thin stream of Minjiang River.

The bright moon invites people to come and sit on the river, but the light boat invites people to stay in Shu.

Jiao'e cuts red candles on a moonlit night, and merchants hold up white pots in front of their boats.

Every year I ask where the moon is going, and every day I miss the boat and the brocade.

The clarinet is shining at the beginning of the month in Wujiang, and I am playing the harp and boating in Shu.

Asking for the date of return, I asked him about the moon, and he went straight to the head of the boat.

You will ride on the wind to send the bright moon, while I will leave a lamp to wait for the boat.

When the moon comes into the golden cup, wine will be poured into it, and the boat across the clear water is in vain.

With the moon in mind, Peng Zeling was chasing the boat and suddenly entered Wulingyuan.

Tonight the moon is sitting on the tide, and in the past the boat came from the sea.

It doesn’t matter whether the autumn moon is getting fuller or smaller, as long as the guest boats come and go.

The willow tree moves with the rope boat in hand, and the poem becomes the moon falling from the lips.

The New Year’s fireworks welcome the moon, and in the old days, we would wait for the boat to return from the wild ferry.

It takes me thousands of years to go to the country, but I still owe you a boat to return home.

The moon rises above the west tower, the ground is covered with frost, and the boat sails north and the waves soar into the sky.

The new moon is like a hook that has sent dreams, and the boat is like an arrow returning home.

The beauties sing and dance under the moonlight, while the poets recite poems in the boat.

Chang'e has a thousand-year dream of flying to the moon, flying on a rocket and traveling thousands of miles.

A curtain of dreams makes me miss the distant moon, and my eyes are full of falling flowers. The boat moves forward.

Put wine in the wind and get drunk with the moon, recite poems to the rain and sleep in the boat.

The Yellow Crane comes to the west to invite the full moon, and the river goes to the east to send a boat.

The moon shines on the river beach and the reeds are white, and the boat crosses the Nanpu wilderness with deep love.

The autumn moon is cold and I miss the approaching autumn, and the passengers in the boat are sad when it rains.

I shed my tears alone in the middle of the month, mostly because of my infatuation on the boat.

Returning to the boat after thousands of miles, follow the dream far away, a bright moon makes love last forever.

There is no intention of boats going back and forth on the river, but there is love in the past and present in front of me.

Ask who is dreaming of being alone in a boat this night, but I am the only one who loves me in August in a foreign country.

The deepest love is no better than the time and months of farewell, and the best poem is no better than the boat returning home.

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