Three ancient poems about the moon and three about the sun

Moon: The moon shines brightly.

The bright moon shines in the night, promoting the weaving of the east wall.

Yuheng refers to Meng Dong, and the stars have a calendar.

The white dew is stained with weeds, and the season is suddenly changing.

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

In the past, I was a fellow disciple and held up the six pillars.

If you don't think of joining hands, abandon me like a relic.

There is a bucket in the south and the north, and the morning glory does not live up to the yoke.

If there is no solid foundation, what good is a false name?

The bright moon is bright.

The bright moon is bright, according to my bed.

I can't sleep with sorrow, and I wander around with my clothes.

Although the guest line is cloudy, it is better to return early.

Wandering alone at home, who to sue!

led back into the room, tears stained clothes.

Resentful songs. Newly cracked Qi Su, fresh and clean as frost and snow.

Cut into a acacia fan, like a bright moon.

In and out of the sleeves of the king, shaking the breeze.

I am often afraid that the autumn festival is coming, and the cold is hot.

In the abandonment of donations, the kindness is refused.

The Sun: Quatrain.

In the late days, the rivers and mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants.

The mud melts and flies the swallows, and the sand warms the mandarin ducks.

Climb the Stork's Tower. Wang Zhilian.

At the end of the day, the Yellow River flows into the sea.

If you want to be poor, go to the next level.

Sun: Twilight River Yin" Bai Juyi.

A remnant sun spreads in the water, half of the river is sorrowful and half of the river is red.

Pity the third night of the first month of September, the dew is like a real pearl and the moon is like a bow.

Make it to the plug" Wang Wei.

The bicycle wants to ask the side, and the subject country lives extends.

Zheng Peng out of Hanse, return to the wild goose into Hu Tian.

The desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river.

Xiao Guan waited to ride, and he was all protected by Yan Ran.

Le You Yuan" Li Shangyin.

Feeling unwell at night, he drove to the ancient plains;

The sunset is infinitely better, just near dusk.

Moon: Sheng Chazi "Ouyang Xiu.

On New Year's Eve last year, the flower market was lit up like day.

The willow tops on the moon, people about after dusk.

Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan" Zhang Jiuling.

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

The lover complains about the night, and he is lovesick at night.

The candle is extinguished, and the light is full, and the clothes are dewed.

It's unbearable to give away, and it's a good time to sleep.

Spring River Flower Moonlit Night" Zhang Ruoxu.

The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together.

Thousands of miles with the waves, where is there no moon in the spring river?

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlit flowers and forests are like hail.

The frost in the air does not fly, and the white sand on the Ting cannot be seen.

Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky.

Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year?

Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year;

I don't know who Jiang Yue treats? But see the Yangtze River sending water.

The white clouds are gone, and the green maple is not worried.

Who's going to be in the boat tonight? Where is Acacia Moon Tower?

Poor upstairs wandering for the moon, should be taken away from the makeup mirror.

The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the clothes are smashed and the anvil is returned.

At this time, we don't hear each other, and we are willing to shine on you month by month.

The wild goose flies long and the light is not enough, and the fish and dragon dive into the water.

Last night, the dream of the idle pool fell, and the poor spring did not return home.

The river flows to the end of spring, and the moon falls in the river and the lake slopes westward.

The oblique moon sinks into the sea fog, and the stone Xiaoxiang has an infinite road.

I don't know how many people will return to the moon? The setting moon shakes the river trees.

Climb the stork tower of the king.

At the end of the day, the Yellow River flows into the sea.

If you want to be poor, go to the next level.