What was the full text of the poem that contained the poem "The bright moon sends longing for thousands of miles"?

" The Qin Dynasty's Ming Yue and the Han Dynasty's Guan Long March have not yet returned." This sentence came from the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Zhihuan's "Climbing the Stork Tower." The full text was: " The sun is against the mountains, the Yellow River flows into the sea. I want to see a thousand miles and climb another level. Once upon a time, people had already left this place by yellow crane, leaving the Yellow Crane Tower empty. The yellow crane is gone, never to return. Qingchuan calendar Hanyang trees, fragrant grass lush parrot island. Where is the village at dusk? The misty waves of the river make one sad."

Lovesickness was a form of poetry in ancient Chinese literature. It usually described the thoughts, feelings, and difficulties of meeting between two people. Below were some classic lovesick poems: "Happy Meeting"-Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty When will I see this lovely man tonight? Son, son, why is your virtue declining? I was born to live in seclusion and do nothing. Song of Everlasting Regret-Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty Parting attentively, re-send words, words have vowed to know each other. On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, in the middle of the night when no one was whispering in the Longevity Palace. In heaven I wish to be lovebirds, on earth I wish to be twigs. As long as the heavens and earth last, this regret will never end. Each of these poems had a unique emotion and theme that made people feel the depth of longing.

The full text of the poem,"White Sand Dyke in the Green Sun and Yin", is: "Climbing the Liuzhou City Tower." The wind is strong, the sky is high, the apes howl, the white birds fly back to the clear sand of the mournful island. Endless trees fall and the endless Yangtze River rolls down. I'm always a guest in autumn, sad for thousands of miles. I've been sick for a hundred years, and I'm alone on the stage. I'm in trouble, bitter resentment, frosty hair, downcast hair, I've just stopped drinking.

This poem was not from a formal literary work but from the lyrics of a famous online song, The Legend of Qin. The song was written by a famous Chinese online lyric that described the historical background of the Qin Dynasty and the Han Dynasty, as well as the cultural inheritance and differences between the two. The song's melody was beautiful and the lyrics were deeply loved by many online readers.

The full text of Full Moon West Tower was as follows: The Full Moon in the West Tower The autumn wind blew, and the waning moon shone in the sky. Lonely deep courtyard, no one to accompany me, I lean on the railing alone. Her thoughts lingered, and she was reluctant to part. Her longing followed her like a shadow. When will we meet again in our dreams? The moon is full at night, and the west tower is empty, sighing. This poem was written by Li Bai, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. It described how the poet looked at the waning moon in the autumn wind and missed his lover in the distance.

The full text of the poem is as follows: Her bun hung high in the sky, shining on her red dress, the clouds on her temples, and the snow on her cheeks. On the night of the third day of September, the dew was like a real pearl and the moon was like a bow. If life is only like the first time, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan? It is easy to change the heart of an old friend, but the heart of an old friend is easy to change. The words of Mount Li are gone. In the middle of the night, tears fall and bells ring. I don't complain. How can it be like the wish of a young man in brocade to be together? This poem described a beautiful woman leaning against the window at night with a smile. Her beautiful makeup and gentle smile complemented each other like a blooming flower. The woman in the poem was not a real person, but the author's yearning and pursuit for beautiful things were expressed by describing the image of the woman. This poem was also one of Li Qingzhao's representative works. It won widespread praise for its poignant and beautiful words and profound thoughts.

"Returning to the Garden" was written by Tao Yuanming, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. The full text is as follows: I plant beans in the grass under the south mountain. The bean sprouts are sparse. I rise in the morning to clean up the waste and return home with a hoe. The road is narrow, the plants grow long, the evening dew stains my clothes. It's not worth regretting that my clothes are stained, but I can make my wish come true. I rise in the morning to clean up the waste and return home with a hoe. The road is narrow, the plants grow long, the evening dew stains my clothes. It's not worth regretting that my clothes are stained, but I can make my wish come true. This poem depicted Tao Yuanming's life in seclusion in the countryside. He made full use of his time to take care of the barren land under the southern mountain. In the rural life, he faced the difficult conditions but did not complain. Instead, he actively faced them and reflected his noble sentiment by returning to seclusion with a hoe. In the end, he expressed his wish that he could always maintain a pure state of mind and not be disturbed by the outside world. This poem deeply reflected Tao Yuanming's love and pursuit of rural life, and it became one of the classics in Chinese culture.

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"Wine is about to enter" is a famous poem written by the Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai. The full text is as follows: Don't you see that the Yellow River flows from heaven to the sea and never returns? Can't you see the bright mirror in the high hall sad, white hair in the morning like black silk, turning into snow in the evening? Life is full of joy, do not let the golden cup empty face the moon. I'm born with talent, I'm sure it'll be useful. Cook sheep, slaughter cattle, and enjoy the party. You must drink three hundred cups at a time. Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will not stop drinking. I'll sing a song for you, please listen to it for me. Bells, drums and jade are not worth being expensive. I hope I'll be drunk for a long time and don't wake up. Since ancient times, sages and sages have been lonely, only the drinker left his name. In the past, the king of Chen gave a banquet in Pingle to drink ten thousand taels of wine. Why should the host say that there is little money? I must buy it directly and pour it to you. I'll go out and exchange my five-streaked horse for fine wine to relieve my eternal sorrow with you.

Ten Miles of Red Maiden was a poem by the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi. The whole poem was as follows: See the autumn wind in Chang 'an The grass and trees shake and fall, and the dew turns into frost. Fragrant flowers are jealous of the southern branch a lone tree with a thousand peaks, its shadow lonely. Ten thousand miles away, sad autumn is often a guest for a hundred years I've been sick and alone on the stage. Hard times, bitter hatred, frosty hair in downfall, I have just stopped drinking my cup of turbid wine. There are trees on the mountain, oh, trees have branches I like you, but you don't know. I don't know you, oh, endless hatred The more I hate him, the more I hate him. The dew is white from tonight the moon is bright in my hometown. I have a younger brother, but I'm scattered without a home, I ask about life and death. The letter is long but not long Besides, we haven't stopped fighting yet. Tonight I hear your pipa for a moment I think of home. I heard you sigh with your pipa I heard these words again and again. same is the end of the world Why should we ever know each other? I left the capital city last year He was bedridden in Xunyang City. There is no music in Xunyang I haven't heard the sound of music all year round. Living near the low and wet land of the river yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around the house. What do you hear in the morning and evening? cuckoos cry, blood apes wail. Spring River, flower morning, autumn moon night I often pour wine alone. Are there no folk songs and village flutes? it's hard to listen to my hoarse voice and mocking. Tonight I hear your lute It's like listening to fairy music. Don't say goodbye to playing a song I wrote "Pipa Song" for you. Thank you for saying this for a long time He sat back and played the strings. It's so sad that it doesn't sound like the sound of moving forward When the whole table heard this, they covered their faces and wept. Who cries the most among the guests? the green robes of Jiangzhou's Sima were wet.