The more beautiful poems about spring flowers and autumn moon, the better

Spring in Poetry

1. When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I can hear the singing of birds everywhere. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn""

2. Who says that the heart of an inch of grass will repay three spring rays. (Meng Jiao: "Wandering Son's Song")

3. Red beans grow in the southern country, and spring comes How many branches should I send? (Wang Wei: "Acacia")

4. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. (Du Fu: "Spring Night Joyful Rain")

5. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again. (Bai Juyi: (Fu Deguyuancao bids farewell))

6. Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn. (Li Shen: "Compassion for the Farmers")

7. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has deep spring vegetation. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope})

8. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers. (Gong Zizhen: (Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai))

9. I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He Zhizhang: "Ode to Willows")

10. Spring scenery The garden can't be closed, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall (Ye Shaoweng: "It's not worth visiting the garden")

Poetry of Flowers

1. In front of the beautiful window, the winter plum blossoms are blooming.

——Wang Wei's "Miscellaneous Poems"

2. When flowers bloom, they must be broken, but don't wait until there are no flowers.

——Du Qiuniang's " "Golden Threaded Clothes"

3. Fishing boats chase the water and love the mountain villages, with peach blossoms on both sides of the Taiwan Strait

——Wang Wei's "Journey to Taoyuan"

4. Wait until arrival. On the Double Ninth Festival, chrysanthemums are here.

——Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Friend's Village"

5. The peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze without knowing where they are. >6. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan

——Tao Yuanming's "Drinking"

7. The crystal curtain moves in the breeze, and the roses fill the courtyard with fragrance

8. The garden is full of spring scenery, and a red apricot sprouts from the wall.

——Ye Shaoweng's "The Garden Is Not Worth It"

9. The lotus leaves are endless. Blue, reflecting the sun, the lotus is uniquely red

——Yang Wanli's "Walking off to Lin Zifang at dawn from Jingci Temple"

10. Date flowers fall on the clothes and towels.

——Su Shi's "Huanxi Sand"

11. The red peonies in front of the steps were melancholy, but only two were left late.

——Bai Juyi's "Poetry of Cherishing Peonies"

12. The affectionate peony contains spring tears, and the powerless rose lies on the dawn branch.

——Qin Guan's "Five Poems in Spring"

13. There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han is alone.

——"Plum Blossom" by Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty

14. Peach and plum blossoms fly around in the east of Luoyang City.

——Liu Xiyi.

15. When the poplar flowers are gone, they crow, and I hear the dragon crossing the five streams.

16. The fragrance of the rice flowers tells of a good year, and I hear the sound of frogs.

——Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon"

17. Pear blossoms are blooming everywhere on the Yi Road.

18. Children rush to chase yellow butterflies, flying into cauliflower and nowhere to be found.

< p>19. I haven’t returned home after a few springs, and I see cherry blossoms at the jade window

——Li Bai’s "Long Farewell"

20. The reed flowers are cold in August, and the waves of the autumn river are white. .

——Li Qi’s "Farewell to Liu Yu"

21. Zigui birds were heard in Shu, and azaleas were seen in Xuancheng.

——Li Bai. "Seeing Rhododendrons in Xuancheng"

22. The peach and plum blossoms in the city are worried about the wind and rain, and the shepherd's purse flowers are blooming in the stream in spring

——Xin Qiji's "Shading the Sky"

23. The golden color is just like the moon at night, which blooms every night.

——He Yinglong's "Osmanthus"

The Moon

1. Poems of the Han and Wei Dynasties

1. The bright moon shines brightly at night

The bright moon shines brightly at night, prompting the weaving to sing on the east wall.

Yuheng refers to Mengdong, how can all the stars align.

White dew touches weeds, and the seasons suddenly change.

Autumn cicadas chirp among the trees, and black birds pass away peacefully.

In the past, my fellow disciples held high the six feathers.

If you don’t want to join hands, you will abandon me like a relic.

There is a fight in the south and the north, and the oxen cannot bear the yoke.

What good is a false reputation if there is no solid foundation?

2. Listening to the Moon Poetry

Tingyue Tower is connected to Taiqing, and listening to the Moon next to the tower is the most distinct.

The sky is buzzing and the ice is spinning, and the jade pestle is tinkling when medicine is being pounded.

The sound of music played in Guanghan is thin, and the axe, Dangui and osmanthus jingle.

Occasionally, a gust of fragrant wind blew up, blowing away Chang'e's laughter.

3. How bright is the bright moon?

How bright is the bright moon? It shines on my bed curtains.

Sorrowful and unable to sleep, I pick up my clothes and wander around.

Although it is a pleasant trip, it is better to return home early.

When I go out and feel alone, who should I sue for my worries?

The leader returned to the room and shed tears on his clothes.

4. Song of Resentment

The new cracks are pure and fresh, as fresh and clean as frost and snow.

Cut it into an albizia fan, which looks like a bright moon.

Going in and out of your sleeves, shaking in the breeze.

I am often afraid that when autumn comes, the coolness will overtake the heat.

Abandon the donation box and put it in the basket, and the kindness will be eliminated.

2. Poems of the Tang and Song Dynasties

Watching the Moon on the Fifteenth Night (Wang Jian)

Crows roost on the white trees in the courtyard, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently.

Tonight the moon is bright as far as the eye can see, and I don’t know who is missing in my autumn thoughts.

Guan Shanyue (Li Bai)

The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds.

The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass.

The Han Dynasty descended to the Baideng Road, and the Hu took a peek at the Qinghai Bay.

The land was conquered, but no one returned.

The garrison guests looked at the border towns, thinking about returning home with many sad faces.

The tall building is like this night, and I have no time to sigh.

Drinking alone under the moon (Li Bai)

A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.

Toast a glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people.

The moon does not know how to drink, but its shadow follows me.

While the moon is about to be shadowed, 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.

Ye Si (Li Bai)

The moonlight shines brightly in front of the bed, and it is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown.

Moonlight Night (Liu Fangping)

The moonlight is deeper than half of the house, and the Beidou is tilted to the south.

Tonight I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green window screen.

Chang'e (Li Shangyin)

The candle shadow on the mica screen is deep, and the long river gradually sets and the dawn stars sink.

Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and her heart will be filled with blue sea and blue sky every night.

The moon on the night of August 15th (Du Fu, Tang Dynasty)

The full moon flies into the bright mirror, returning to the heart to fold the sword.

Wandering around the earth is far away, climbing the osmanthus and looking up to the sky.

There is frost and snow on the waterway, and feathers can be seen on the forest habitat.

Looking at the white rabbit at this time, I want to count the hair.

Reminiscing about my brother-in-law (Du Fu) on a moonlit night

The sound of drums interrupting the pedestrian movement is heard by the sound of wild geese in the autumn.

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

My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.

The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops did not stop.

Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan (Zhang Jiuling)

The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

Lover complains about the distant night, but lovesickness arises at night!

When the candle is extinguished, it is filled with pity and light, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.

I can’t bear to give it away, but I still have a good night’s sleep.

Shuangyue (Li Shangyin)

When I first heard that Zhengyan has no cicadas,

A hundred-foot-high water reaches the sky.

The young girl Su'e can withstand the cold.

She fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon.

There is a pregnant woman under the moon in the autumn night (Meng Haoran)

The bright moon hangs in the autumn sky, moistened by the dew.

The startled magpies have not settled yet, and the flying fireflies roll in behind the curtain.

The cold shadows of the locust tree in the courtyard are sparse, and the neighboring pestle sounds urgently at night.

How long the good times are! Standing looking at the sky.

Playing with the Moon in Taoyuan on the 15th night of August (Liu Yuxi, Tang Dynasty)

My heart feels free when I see the moon in the dust, especially in the Qingqiu Fairyland.

The condensed light and long cold dew fall, standing on the highest mountain at this time.

There are no clouds in the blue sky, and there is no wind, and there are pines growing on the mountains and water flowing down from the mountains.

Looking at the group of animals leisurely, the sky is high and the sky is thousands of miles apart.

The young master led me to the jade altar and invited me to the real immortal official.

The clouds are about to move under the stars, and Tianle makes a sound that makes his muscles and bones feel cold.

The golden clouds and clouds gradually move eastward, and the shadows of the wheel are still seen frequently.

Beautiful scenery and good times are hard to come by again, so he should feel melancholy on this day.

Mid-Autumn Moon (Yan Shu)

Ten rounds of frost shadows turn around the courtyard. This evening, people are alone in the corner

It is not necessarily that Su'e has no regrets about the jade toad and the cold osmanthus flower.

Mid-Autumn Moon (Su Shi)

The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently.

This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?

Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th (Tang Bai Juyi)

On the night of August 15th in the past year, I was at the apricot garden beside the Qujiang Pool.

On the night of August 15th this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Penpu.

Looking to the northwest, where is my hometown? To the southeast, I can see how full the moon is.

No one could catch the wind yesterday, but tonight the light is as clear as in previous years.

Waiting for the Moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival (Lu Guimeng)

The lack of frost has turned to the late good wind, which seems to be a good time.

The slanting curtains and trees are separated from each other by infinite candles and the faint fragrance remains. Sit without hesitation

My favorite Sheng tune is heard in the north, and I gradually see the stars and lose the South Kei

Who is the school's cool force, the first round and the noon hour

Tianzhu Temple Eight Guizi on the night of the 15th day of the lunar month (Tangpi day off)

The jade stone fell under the moon wheel and was found in front of the palace.

Nothing happens in heaven so far, it should be thrown to people by Chang'e.

"Seeing the Moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival and Ziyou" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

The bright moon has not yet risen high in the mountains, and the auspicious light is thousands of feet long.

The silver cup is not empty yet, and the clouds are falling apart like crashing waves.

Whoever washes his eyes for God should use thousands of dendrobium water from Minghe River.

So I looked coldly at the people in the world, and I couldn't bear to see it.

The sparks in the southwest are like projectiles, and the horns and tails are bright and clear.

Tonight I can’t see anything, but the fireflies are fighting to clear the cold.

Who made a boat in Bian yesterday? Thousands of lights made fish and dragons change at night.

Chasing the waves carelessly through twists and turns, going to the festival with a low head and following the song board.

The green light disappears before turning around the mountain, and the waves and winds will not be strong again.

The bright moon is easy to be low and people are easy to disperse. When you return to drink, you will pay more attention to it.

The moonlight in front of the hall becomes clearer and clearer, and the throat is cold and the grass is dew.

No one is around when the roller blinds are pushed open. Only Old Chu is mute under the window.

Don’t be ashamed of poverty in Nandu, and there are several people who write poems about the moon.

The personnel affairs of the Ming Dynasty follow the sunrise, and suddenly I have a dream of a Yaotai guest.

Climb the tower and look at the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival (Song Dynasty Mi Fu)

The Huaihai Sea is as full as silver, and thousands of rainbow lights nurture the treasures of clams.

If there is no moon door in the sky, the osmanthus branches will support the westward wheel.

Nizhuang Mid-Autumn Festival (Yuan Haowen)

The days are too thin and the clothes are narrow and the autumn is already cold

Children look back at each other and remember how difficult it is to travel

The dew gas flows into the hut and the sound of the stream is noisy on the stone beach

I have never seen the moon from night to dawn in the mountains

3. Poems about the moon

Su Shi's "Shui Tiao" "Gotou"

Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, I was drunk and drunk at the end of the day, I wrote this article, and I was pregnant with my child

When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. I wonder 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.

Dancing to clear the shadow, how can it be like being in the human world? Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you 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 hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.

Su Shi's "Moon on the West River"

I am in Huangzhou, walking on the Qishui River on a spring night. Go to a restaurant to drink and get drunk. He rode the moon to a bridge over a stream, untied his saddle and bent his arms, and lay down drunk for a short rest. It's already known. The chaotic mountains are crowded together and the flowing water is sonorous, which seems to be something other than the human world. This sentence is written on the bridge pillar.

The waves are shining brightly in the wild, and the sky is faintly visible across the sky. The barrier of mud has not been resolved, and the arrogance of Jade Cong has not yet been solved. I want to get drunk and sleep on the fragrant grass. It's a pity that a stream of wind and moon cannot teach anyone to crush Qiong Yao. Undressing the saddle and pillowing on the green poplar bridge, Du Yu heard the spring dawn.

Autumn Night Moon

At first they gathered and dispersed. Then he called her, and there was no reason to meet her face again. In recent days, there will be a feast again unexpectedly. In front of the Lord, in his spare time, he frowned and sighed. It stirs up old sorrows endlessly.

"The Mid-Autumn Banquet Initiated by Hui Dong Tiju" by Wen Tianxiang of the Song Dynasty

The clear ice of the painting boat is reflected on the river; when the moon is over, the glass is raised, and the fragrant bottles are filled with green water. Worship the falling stars, and make appointments with the bright moon. The city is full of wind and rain, but fortunately the Double Ninth Festival is so close; the country and the mountains are as picturesque as ever before when we visited Red Cliff. The reward is paid by the straw, and the cloth is handed over to the wheel.

[Manjianghong] Mid-Autumn Festival Sends Far Away by Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty

Hurry up to the west tower, fearing that the sky will release and the floating clouds will cover the moon. But the jade-fiber horizontal flute cracked with a single blow. Whoever makes curling in the floating world has the most pity for the jade ax repair season. Ask Chang'e, if she is lonely and cold, if she has any worries, she should have a beautiful hair.

The jade liquid is full and the cup is slippery. Lift up your long sleeves and sing loudly. Sigh, eighty-nine times out of ten, the desire is still lacking. If it's such a long night, the favor may not be appreciated. Turn the past and separation into joy and say it when you return.

Autumn pistil fragrance is cited

Cannot be kept. Time rushes by, the fragrant orchids rest, and the good flowers fade, but only in a moment. The colorful clouds are easy to scatter and the glass is brittle. On a windy and moonlit night, there are several old traces. Can't bear to think about it. Looking away this time, we will be separated forever. Towards the Immortal Island and on the road back to the underworld, there is no news about either of them.

Xuanqing

The waning moon is hazy, the small banquet is dim, and it is cold and cold when I return. Carrying silver on my back, I fell asleep alone in the pavilion. I hugged a heavy quilt, and I was drunk and still silent. Time passes by again and again, the joy of the past is gone, and the sadness of separation is just a pillow. Thinking secretly, chasing old memories, the scenery of Shenjing is like a brocade.

I wanted to throw fruit to my friends and had a banquet. I drank heavily at that time. The dancing swallows fluttered and sang, and in front of the Dai Banquet, there were all the gods and immortals. At the end of the night, it became even more sparse and crazy. More generals sleep in phoenix curtains and mandarin ducks. The jade hairpins are in disorder, and they are scattered all over the high sun. This joy

Sauvignon Blanc (Beijing prostitute)

Painted drums noisy the streets, orchid lanterns fill the city, and the bright moon shines on the city. The night view of Jiangque in the Qing capital, with silver arrows flying in the wind and golden stems exposed. The alleys are criss-crossed. Passing the Pingkang bridle, listen to the singing slowly. Phoenix candles flicker. That person did not cover up the incense screen.

Looking towards the Luoqi bush, I can vaguely recognize the old days, with a light and graceful attitude. She is charming and charming, her smile is still there, and she greets you with intention. The wall is about to be painted, and it is difficult to write sincerity for a long time. Little did he know that famous officials would be detained and interrogated, and their charm would be reduced over the years.

Looking at the Han Moon

The bright moon, the bright moon, the bright moon. The struggle is still lacking. Just like young bridegrooms, they meet for a while and then part ways.

It was last year at the threshold of the small building. Thousands of miles of clear light remains the same, the night is eternal and the people are tired of it.

Partridge Sky

The remaining smoke blows into the night wind. A bright moon hangs above the curtain. Because the road is far away, people are still far away, even though our hearts are still in the same bed.

Emotional and profound. Biyun returned without a trace. Only in the past life, love caged the mandarin ducks in two places.

Twelve o'clock (autumn night)

It is clear in the evening, the moon is covered with light smoke, and the wind is like a wash of toad light. Feel the green tent and the coolness, giving rise to autumn thoughts. The weather is getting colder. Falling leaves knock on the window, the west wind fills the courtyard, and I can't get up after sleeping. There is more leakage in the throat, dripping worries, and all kinds of emotions are arising, all of which are leaving people worried.

Who knows, at that time, the sentence was very touching. Sometimes in the night, Mingming lies on his pillow and stares at the ground diligently. When the candle is dark, I wake up from wine, and Yuan Lai is in a dream again.

Come to bed and sit alone with your clothes on, all kinds of feelings without hope. How can I come, harmonize the clouds and rain, and then arrange the remaining fragrant quilts? I pray to heaven that I will never abandon you from now on.

Xingxiangzi

The sky and the autumn light turn into love and sorrow, and Jinying knows that the Double Ninth Festival is approaching.

Thin clothes are a first try, green ants are a new taste.

Gradually there is wind, rain and coolness.

The courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken at dusk, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I am worried about the past.

In that eternal night, the bed is empty under the bright moon.

When you hear the sound of an anvil being pounded, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long.

[Nian Nujiao] Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon Ming Wen Zhengming

Osmanthus flowers and jade fill the streets in the first month, and the night is as cool as a wash. The wind is blowing, my eyebrows are cold and my bones are cold, I am in the Crystal Palace. The dragons are crouching, the temples are swaying, and misty music and songs are boiling. The frost is all over the ground, and it wants to fly across the colorful clouds.

I remember last year on this eve, I was drinking wine at the creek pavilion, and the pale moon and clouds came and went. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were no longer a dream yesterday, but the autumn scenery is like this in the blink of an eye. The green bird comes to the west, Chang'e repays me, and the good times are approaching. A message to my husband and wife, don’t let Guanghan get drunk.

Autumn Ancient Poems

Han Dynasty Liu Che's "Autumn Wind Ci" The autumn wind blows and white clouds fly, the vegetation turns yellow and the wild geese return south.

The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cool, the vegetation is shaking and the dew turns to frost.

Wang Bo of the Tang Dynasty, "Farewell Preface to the Knee King Pavilion of Hongfu in Autumn" The setting clouds and lonely birds fly together, the autumn water and the long sky are the same color.

The trees in "Ambition" by Wang Ji of the Tang Dynasty are all in autumn colors, and the mountains are only covered with sunset.

Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty wrote "Farewell to Secretary Shu Yun at Xietiao Tower in Xuanzhou": The wind blows thousands of miles away and sends the autumn geese away, and you can enjoy this high-rise building.

The Song of Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The high autumn wind howled in August and rolled up the triple thatch on my house.

Two Autumn Poems by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty. The mountains are bright and the water is clear. Frost comes at night, and several trees turn deep red and turn light yellow.

In "Autumn Eve" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty, red candles painted the screen in the cold autumn light, and small fans fluttered at the flowing fireflies.