What are the poems about "Moon" and "Water"?

Wang Zhihuan

The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.

By going up one flight of stairs, look further.

Commentary: The sunset slowly sinks beside the Western Hills, and the surging Yellow River rushes to the East China Sea.

If you want to see the scenery of Wan Li, you must climb a higher tower.

Looking at the moon and remembering the past

Zhang Jiuling

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

Interpretation: A bright moon rises in the vast sea, and at this time you and I are facing each other at the ends of the earth.

All living beings hate the long moonlight and miss their loved ones all night.

Put out the candles and cherish the moonlight in the room. I wandered around in my clothes, feeling the cold at night.

I can't give you beautiful moonlight, I just hope to meet you in my sleep.

The feeling of going out of the hedge door to meet the cold at dawn in autumn night

Lu you

3. East of Wan Li River flows into the sea, reaching a height of 5,000 meters.

The adherents wept in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann for another year.

Explanation:

Along the way, the Milky Way in Wan Li falls to the southwest, and the crow keeps ringing in the neighborhood.

The disease tortured me to death, and I couldn't help scratching my white hair when I went out, and I regretted it all my life.

The Yellow River, which is long in Wan Li, flows eastward into the sea, and Huashan Mountain, which is 5,000 meters high, goes straight into the sky.

Under the oppression of the conference semifinals, the tears of the Central Plains people have run out, and they look forward to Julian Waghann's Northern Expedition year after year.

A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain.

Wangwan

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

On both sides of the tidal flat, there is no wind to stir my lonely sail.

... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.

I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.

Interpretation: The journey is beyond Qingshan and sailing in front of Qinghe.

The tide is high, and the water between the two banks is wide, so sail before the wind just hangs the sail high.

The night hasn't faded, the rising sun has risen on the river in Ran Ran, and the Jiangnan in the old year has the breath of spring.

I don't know when the letter from home will arrive. I hope the geese returning from the north will take it to Luoyang.

Invite for a drink

Lipper

Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns? Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room? Although it is silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night? Oh, let a man with courage take risks where he likes. Never point his golden cup at the moon! Since God has given talents, let them be used! , spin one thousand silver, all back! . Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! . Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng can drink and drink endlessly. Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! . The jade in the drum is not expensive enough. I hope I will never wake up after being drunk. Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized. Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! . Wu and Qiu, give them to that boy for good wine, and your monthly sales will be endless.

Interpretation: Didn't you see that the water of the Yellow River fell from the sky, and the waves rolled straight into the East China Sea and never returned?

Can't you see your elderly parents sighing in front of the mirror about their white hair? They still have black hair in the morning, but how can they turn white at night?

When you are proud of your life, you should indulge in joy and don't let this golden cup be empty for the bright moon.

Everyone's birth must have its own value and significance. With a stroke of a pen, gold can still be recovered.

Let's have fun cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle. It's not too much to drink three hundred cups at a time!