Poems about the first month in the Book of Songs (ancient poems about the moon)

1. An ancient poem about the moon of Wang Songan's history in the Yuan Dynasty.

Besides firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tu Su, and thousands of families always exchange new peaches for old ones.

Liu Yong Tanghe Zhangzhi

Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Ancient Poems of Yuzhu Yuefu in Jin Dynasty

In the spring of February and March, grass and water are the same color.

Bai Juyi, peach blossom in Dalin Temple

In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed. I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.

Li Bai, the fifth person to climb Mount Tai.

Japan's view is inclined to the northeast, with two cliffs and two stones. The sky was clear before the sea fell. Ten thousand peaks compete, and ten thousand valleys must go through. Myanmar and crane went to the clouds and the fairy disappeared without a trace. Long pine into the clouds, the distance is not enough. There are five different kinds of people in the world, who are white in the snow. Finally, when you meet peace, you will refine the jade liquid here.

Chu Xiao and Jingci Temple sent Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli in the Southern Song Dynasty.

After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

Everlasting Regret Bai Juyi

On the seventh day of July, in the palace of longevity, we told each other in secret in the silent midnight world? We want to fly in heaven, and two birds use one wing? Growing together on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..

The autumn wind broke the hut. Du Fu

In August, the autumn wind howled

They rolled up three layers of straw from my thatched cottage.

Mao Fei crossed the river in the suburb of Sajiang.

The tallest one has a long forest tip.

Xiazhe Piaozhuan Shentang 'ao

The urchin in Nanfang Village knows that I am old and weak.

Endure facing a thief.

Open embrace Mao Jin bamboo forest

Dry lips, mouth can't breathe.

Come back and sigh.

When the wind stopped, the clouds in the sky were as black as ink

In autumn, the desert darkens.

This cloth has been as cold as iron for years.

The proud children lay down and split on their feet.

The bedside table leaks and there is no dry place.

The feet of the rain are like hemp.

Self-menstrual disorder, less sleep

What's the point of getting wet at night?

Can I get a building covering 10 thousand miles,

I want all scholars to live in poor people's homes and make them smile.

In the storm, these buildings will be as high as mountains.

Oh! When did you suddenly see this house?

I have enough rest time just because I was frozen to death by the house.

Mujiang Tang Yin Bai Juyi

A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green. On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.

Bai Juyi

When the eagle comes out in October, the grass withers and the rabbit is fat. I'll take care of it with my fingers and leave nothing behind.

Eagle's wings are as fast as the wind, and eagle's claws are as sharp as cones. This is for birds, and now it's for people.

It's easy to know what can make it happen. Take it to the back and do it when you are hungry.

Don't let yourself be too full or hungry. Hungry is not enough, full is flying.

Fight hunger, you will not be satisfied. So, claws and wings are working, and people are sitting and collecting.

Sages and wisdom control heroes, as do skills. Do not abandon vulgar words. I heard the hunter say.

1 1 4th, this is a stormy land trip.

I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country.

The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.

North wind star Li Bai

Candle dragon lives in a cold door, and its brilliance is still blooming.

Why don't the sun and the moon shine like this? Only the north wind is angry with the sky.

You miss your wife in December. Stop singing and laugh.

Don't mention the sword to save the edge, leave the tiger gold and shovel.

There are white arrows in the forest, and spiders make webs for dust.

The arrow is not empty, people die today and never come back.

I can't bear to see this thing, it has burned to ashes.

The yellow river can hold soil, and the north wind hates rain and snow.

2. Song Sushi's poem "Dong Yu Dead Outside the Curtain" describes the first month.

The east wind outside the curtain meets the rain.

Beauty in the curtain smiles like a swallow.

It's a pity that the first month of this year is warm.

Lights, wine and gold.

I never started again.

The dance fades away from Qiong Chai, and the sweat is fragrant and soft.

Who is complaining about the past tonight?

Before Qing poetry, inkstone was born on ice.

The pride of the fisherman, the battle of the first month, turning around Gan Kun, Song Ouyang Xiu

At the beginning of the first month, the bucket turned.

The golden knife cuts the ribbon with different skills.

Call Qing Gaotang happy and naive.

Look at Liu Yi. Spring breeze comes from the east.

Fourteen new toads are not round yet.

Try the red light in front of the building.

The ice is scattered and the spring is thin.

The fish wants to play. The garden is already full of flowers.

"The pride of the fisherman, the lights have been closed in the first half of the first month" Anshi, Wang Song

The lights have been off for the first half of the month.

The flowers in the north and south of the mountain are sultry.

It is said that the pavilion is full of fresh water.

Riding area. Through the clouds, stop to find a playmate.

But I brushed the veil off the monk's bed.

Thousands of rocks and valleys are warm in the spring breeze.

A loose voice sad tube.

Blow away dreams. Look, the west window is still too short.

"Xijiang Moon, Sunny and Rainy in the First Month" Song Zhu Dunru

In the first month, it was rainy and rainy, and the morning in Jiangnan was chilly.

The warbler sings apricot flowers.

Dim green window and spring dawn.

Good dreams are left blank, and new worries are not fragrant.

The curtains of the small building rolled all the way. Look at the end of the world.

Hui Yuan's Interpretation of Song Dynasty in 102 Poems and Odes

Every year on the first day of the first month, the nostrils are three feet long.

He Xinchun, eyebrows all weigh eight catties.

But □ Ping Shang, the heaven is clear.

For reference.

3. The poem is about the first month, and it is urgent for Tianjiayuan Day.

(Tang) Meng Haoran

I returned to the north last night and set out from the east today;

I'm already strong, and I'm worried about agriculture without money.

Mulberry field cultivates father, lotus hoe follows shepherd boy;

Tian said that this year's climate is abundant.

Selling dementia

(Tang) Fan Chengda

On new year's eve, people don't sleep, tired of being depressed and forcing the new year;

Children are told to take the long street, and clouds are called to sell if they have dementia.

Except at night.

(Tang) Legu

It's a matter of unity being empty, and Wan Li is lovesick overnight.

Worried that the crow dies, you will see the spring breeze again.

The first day of the lunar month

(Song) Wang Anshi

In addition to the one-year-old firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tu Su;

Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones.

Yuanri Yulouchun

Maopang (Song Dynasty)

Every year, the lotus drops leak, and Bijing Tu Su sinks the frozen wine.

Han Xiao is still cheating. She is slim in spring.

Beauty urges a long life, and cypress leaves and green peppers are covered with beautiful sleeves.

Deep in my hometown, I don't know each other, but I only stay with Dong Jun.

New Year's Eve

Wen Tianxiang (Southern Song Dynasty)

Dry kunkong, years go to the church;

The end of the road is stormy, and the poor side is full of ice and snow.

Life disappears with the years, and the body is forgotten;

There is no such thing as killing Su Meng. It's still early at night.

Pay new year's call

(Ming) Wen Zhiming

I don't want to meet, but I want to talk about it. The famous papers are all us.

I also throw some paper at people. The world is too simple and empty.

Is new and correct.

Julia (Ming)

The wind and frost in heaven and earth are exhausted, and the weather in Gankun is harmonious;

Add the New Year, and the old mountains and rivers will spring.

Mei Liufang is full of pride, sloppy and old;

Tu Sucheng was drunk and laughed at Baiyun.

Today is New Year's Eve.

(Qing) Huang Jingren

A thousand smiles are slow, and worries are hidden from the outside.

People standing high on the stone bridge seem to be on earth, staring at the sky, but seeing a star like a moon.

Fengcheng new year speech

(Qing) Check Shen Xing

Cleverly cut Silla and paint colorful gold like a moth;

Since then, the scissors have been idle for a month, and there are more sewing in the boudoir before the age of 20.

Wu Jia New Year's Day

(clear) hole

Xiao Shu's white hair is not full of ups and downs, and the old-age stove actually sleeps.

Cut the candle and dry the midnight snack wine, and spend all the spring money.

Listen to the childlike innocence of burning firecrackers and see the change of peach blossom characters.

Add a plum blossom to the drum horn to celebrate the New Year in Lian Xiao.

New Year's Day takes up the charm of Liu Yazi.

Dong

* * * Laughing and laughing for the New Year, Hongyan Lady sends plum blossoms;

Everyone toasted each other in the toast to express their wishes for the New Year. After all the people were not satisfied, they tasted the tea of victory together and talked about current affairs.

Only loyal to the country, there is no paradise at home;

Song and dance accompany Beijing to welcome the festival and overlook Yan' an scenery.

See the flower market during the Spring Festival.

Lin

Mickey met to see the flower market, but leaned against the arcade like a gallery;

Bundled potted plants are lined up, and the grass plants are woody and fragrant.

The lights are bright all night, and the songs are fascinating.

It was this year that the scenery was beautiful and colorful.

4. Song Sushi's poem "Butterfly Lovers Outside the Curtain, East Wind and Rain" about the first month.

The east wind outside the curtain meets the rain.

Beauty in the curtain smiles like a swallow.

It's a pity that the first month of this year is warm.

Lights, wine and gold.

I never started again.

The dance fades away from Qiong Chai, and the sweat is fragrant and soft.

Who is complaining about the past tonight?

Before Qing poetry, inkstone was born on ice.

The pride of the fisherman, the battle of the first month, turning around Gan Kun, Song Ouyang Xiu

At the beginning of the first month, the bucket turned.

The golden knife cuts the ribbon with different skills.

Call Qing Gaotang happy and naive.

Look at Liu Yi. Spring breeze comes from the east.

Fourteen new toads are not round yet.

Try the red light in front of the building.

The ice is scattered and the spring is thin.

The fish wants to play. The garden is already full of flowers.

"The pride of the fisherman, the lights have been closed in the first half of the first month" Anshi, Wang Song

The lights have been off for the first half of the month.

The flowers in the north and south of the mountain are sultry.

It is said that the pavilion is full of fresh water.

Riding area. Through the clouds, stop to find a playmate.

But I brushed the veil off the monk's bed.

Thousands of rocks and valleys are warm in the spring breeze.

A loose voice sad tube.

Blow away dreams. Look, the west window is still too short.

5. Poems of the first month, ancient poems of the first month _ Baidu Chinese Author: The first month is full of frost, and my heart is sad.

The false words of the people are also what Confucius wants. Miss me alone and worry about Jingjing.

I am very careful and worried. My parents gave birth to me. Why are you giving me a hard time? Before me, after me.

Good words come from the mouth, and bad words come from the mouth. The more worried, the more insulting.

It's not good to worry and miss me. The innocence of the people and their servants.

Sad for me, why betray yourself? Stop and look at Wu? At whose house? Looking at the forest, waiting for wages and steam. People are in danger today, depending on the dream of heaven.

If you have a clear plan, you will win. There is an emperor god, who hates it? It is said that the mountain is low and the mountain is the mausoleum.

It is better to punish people's lies. Calling for old age, news is a dream.

It is sacred, but who knows the sex of Wu! It is said that the sky is too high to lose. It is said that the ground is thick and I dare not hesitate.

Hao Wei said there are ridges and ridges. People mourn today. Is Hu Weiwei a lizard? Look at Sakata, something special.

Heaven gives me space, you don't want it, I want it. If you ask me, I will. If not, I will.

It's not my right to hold a grudge against me. Worry in the heart, such as it or it.

Is this the right thing to do? Is Hu Ran complete? Is it better to be angry than angry? Hehe Zhou Zong, praise and destroy it! It will last forever, it will rain continuously, and it will be embarrassing. Its car is full, but it is abandoned.

Help if you lose! Not abandoned, nor did the staff. Always take care of your servant and don't lose your burden.

It used to be a surprise, it exceeded the limit. Fish are in the swamp, but they are also fun.

Although lurking, it is also a hole. Worried and uncomfortable, thinking about the country is abuse! He has a reputation for good food and wine.

Chubby's neighbor married Kong Yun. Think of me alone, worry, talk.

He who has a house has a valley. People have no money today, and the days are gone forever.

Loneliness is sad when you are rich.

6. The poem describing the first month, "The fisherman is proud, fighting in the first month, turning the tide" Song Ouyang Xiu

At the beginning of the first month, the bucket turned.

The golden knife cuts the ribbon with different skills.

Call Qing Gaotang happy and naive.

Look at Liu Yi. Spring breeze comes from the east.

Fourteen new toads are not round yet.

Try the red light in front of the building.

The ice is scattered and the spring is thin.

The fish wants to play. The garden is already full of flowers.

Poetry of the first month

Author: Li He [Tang]

Go upstairs for the Spring Festival, go home for the Spring Festival, and the dark yellow willow palace leaks late.

Bo Danlan makes wild gestures, and the cool breeze gives birth to short silk.

The brocade bed is cold, and there is no court session.

The wicker belt in Guan Jie is hard to break, and the calamus will tie the knot sooner or later.

7. In the New Year's sentence in The Book of Songs, July: the second day, the ice rush, the third day, the spirit is hidden. On the fourth day, its flea sacrificed the lamb to the leek. First frost in September, washing the floor in October. Friends drink and say they killed the lamb. When you go to court, you are called a man and live forever.

In December, the ice rushed, and in the first month, I moved into the ice room. In early February, leeks and lambs were offered before ancestor worship. Frost began to fall when the cold current came in September, and the threshing floor was cleaned in October. Two tanks of wine are for guests, and the lamb is slaughtered for everyone to taste. Climb the master's temple, raise a glass to the master, and shout in unison that life is endless.

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Appreciation of July in Qi Feng:

July in Qi Feng is the longest poem in The Book of Songs, which has a national style. This poem reflects the working life of the Zhou tribe all year round, involving all aspects of food, clothing, housing and transportation. Because the author is a member of the tribe, his style is calm and accurate, and he shows the genre paintings of the society at that time from various aspects such as spring ploughing, autumn harvest, winter storage, mulberry picking, dyeing, sewing, hunting, building houses, brewing, labor and feasting.

The poem was written in July, and each painting is unfolded month by month in the order of farming activities. The weekly calendar is used in the poem. The first month of the week calendar is November of the summer calendar (now called lunar calendar), and July, August, September, October, April, May and June are the same as the summer calendar.