A lonely poem in the dead of night

-history

The curved hook moon hangs on the sparse buttonwood; In the dead of night, the water from the water clock has been dripping.

Who saw the solo dance, like a wild goose in the sky.

At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings.

It kept wandering among the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed alone on the cold shoal.

Second, "Xiao Zhong Shan"

-Song Yuefei

I couldn't stop singing last night.

It's already midnight.

Stand up and walk around the steps alone.

When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain.

Whitehead is fame.

Old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey.

I want to talk to Yao Qin.

There are few confidants, who will listen to the broken string?

Third, "accommodation"

Don Mutu

There are no good traveling companions in the hotel; The sad heart seems to have solidified.

Recalling the cold light and returning to my hometown to recall the past; Like a flock of lost geese.

The road to my hometown is too far away. I will come back at dawn, and the letter from home will not be sent to this place until next year.

The Cangjiang River in the moonlight, the scenery is so beautiful, and the fishing boat is in front of my house.

Fourth, "Pavilion Night"

-Tang Du Fu

Although the daylight in winter is shorter on the elemental scale, it is cold and snowy at the end of the world.

Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains.

I heard women crying after the battle in the distance, and I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn.

Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world. ..