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Li Bai's Moon Poems and the Emotions Expressed

Li Bai wrote more than 20 poems about the moon. Here are three poems about the moon written by Li Bai and his thoughts and feelings.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

This is the monologue of the poet under the moon. Know loneliness, but don't want to be lonely; Knowing that you are down and out, you are still broad-minded. So he invited the heartless moon and the invisible shadow to testify. Sing and dance, wake up drunk, get together and leave, write the month, write the shadow and write yourself.

When I was in the Three Gorges in Badong, I watched the western bright moon and recalled Emei.

It can be said that Li Bai has never forgotten Emei month. Even though Wan Li travels far, he has been watching and remembering, and he feels that she is with him. Now I see a monk from my hometown in front of the Yellow Crane Tower. He brought Emei Moon, which will accompany him to Chang 'an. This bright moon not only shines on Jiangxia, Chang 'an and surrounding Qinchuan, but also returns to Shu with the moon in Emei. In fact, there is a bright moon in Wan Li. It doesn't matter if there is a bright moon here or there. But on the one hand, it can be seen that Li Bai has a special liking for the moonlight in his hometown, and on the other hand, he is like a floating cloud, stranded in the five mountains, envious that the monks in Sichuan can still see the Emei bright moon when they return.

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

From bed to sky, from moonlight to autumn frost, the distance is not far, and the bridge of imagination is set up at this moment; From looking up to looking down, from looking at the moon to homesickness, a pitch is completed. Thinking flies thousands of miles away, footprints and vicissitudes of life on the horizon come to mind one by one. There is a voice in my heart calling over and over again: hometown, hometown.

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