Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. When I was a child, there were people not far away from home who "burned the Tower". I was so excited to join the Red Tower with the children who heard the news, search for something that can be burned and add it to it. In addition to family reunion, the Mid-Autumn Festival has become a mooncake festival. The weather forecast is cloudy with showers, and the moon may not be able to see it. Think about the moon in the ancient poems.
There is a bright moon in the sea.
The moon in the mountain temple looks for Guizi, and looks at the tide on the pillow of the gun pavilion.
In the Cup, the Moon was invited to see three people.
Qin shiyue and Han shiguan, the Long March people are not yet.
A month in Chang 'an.
The spring season is annoying.
The Moon Palace is lucky to have idle land. Why don't we plant two plants in the center.
The moon shines on me and sends me to xianxi.
I would have turned my heart to the moon, but the moon shines in the ditch.
The stars are wide and the moon is surging.
Lu from the white tonight, the moon is the hometown of Ming.
The stars of the moon are rare.
The beginning of the Moon, people around dusk.
Shadow and oblique water light, dark floating month evening.
I sent sorrow and Bright Moon to stay with you till Yelang Xi.
The moon is full of frost, fengjiang fishery fire to sleep.
Yuezi bent over Kyushu and enjoyed the joys and sorrows of others. Several tall buildings Drink fine wine, and several are far away.
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is overcast and clear, which is difficult to accomplish. I hope you will continue to work for a long time.
In the ancient poems of saradb, there were quite a few months. Even if I am a non-literary youth, I can think of more than a dozen articles. Most of the months in the poem are described as a single scene, and there are also some anthropomorphic and human cases. The monthly appearance frequency is so high that far-reaching days and stars are not only physically the biggest and brightest celestial bodies that people can directly look at, but also gradually given the cultural connotation to her, it is irrelevant to become a common image in Chinese culture.
The month is so close to the life of the ancients that it is not hard to imagine. There is no shadow of modern urban high-rise buildings, the haze of dust and the symbol of civilization, the night lights dazzling, every clear night, the moonlight is accompanied by thousands of households. The dark night sky is the best source of poetry.
The profit and loss cycle of the month is not only a natural scale for people in the agricultural society to calculate their time, but also associated with the world's shortage and changes. The geometric shape of the circle is placed in the cultural meaning. The distance from the center to the edge is equal everywhere, and the rotation symmetry from any angle of the center, from these geometric nature to the shape of no edges, full and smooth, cycle, and scroll give an impression, then to the human state that Lenovo gives harmony, perfection, and reunion. The gentle moonlight is very compatible with the temperament of Chongwen's Chinese culture. All these together create a unique position of the month.
Now, I am curious about how the West man describes the moon in his poems. I searched several English Poems online.
From the rime of the specified ent Mariner
The moving moon went up the sky
And nowhere did abide;
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside.
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834)
To the moon
Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the Earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?
By Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822) Shirley
Is the moon tired? She looks so pale
Within Her misty veil;
She scales the sky from east to west,
And takes no rest.
Before the coming of the night
The moon shows papery white;
Before the dawning of the day
She fades away.
O lady moon, your horns point toward the east,
Shine, be increased.
O lady moon, your horns point toward the west,
Wane, be at rest.
The half moon shows a face of plaintive sweetness
The half moon shows a face of plaintive sweetness
Ready and synchronized ed to wax or wane.
A fire of pale desire in Incompleteness
Tending to pleasure or to pain.
Lo, while we gaze she rolleth on in fleetness
To perfect loss or perfect gain.
Half bitterness we know, we know half sweetness.
This world is all on wax, on wane.
When shall completeness round time's incompleteness,
Fulfilling joy, fulfilling pain?
Lo, while we ask, life rolleth on in fleetness
To finished loss or finished gain.
By Christina rossitti (1830-1894) rossaidi
We'll go no more A-ROVING
Though the night was made for loving
And the day returns too soon
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon
By George Gordon Byron (1788-1824) Baron
Full moon
One night as Dick lay fast asleep
Into his drowsy eyes.
A great still light began to creep
From out the silent skies.
It was the lovely moon's, for when
He raised his dreamy head,
Her surge of silver filled the pane
And streamed processing SS his bed.
So, for awhile, each gazed at each
Dick and the solemn moon
Till, climbing slowly on her way,
She vanished, and was gone.
By Walter de la Mare (1873-1956) Walter de la Maré
Moon's ending
Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill,
In the dawn clouds flying,
How good to go, light into light, and still
Giving light, dying.
By Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) Sarah del
New Moon
The new moon, of no importance
Lingers behind as the yellow sun glares
And is gone beyond the sea's edge;
Earth smokes blue;
The new moon, in cool height abve the blushes,
Brings a fresh fragrance of heaven to our senses.
By D. H. Lawrence (1885-1930) Lawrence
Many of them focus on the modal of the moon. The differences in style are the same as those in Chinese and Western literature. Interestingly, the half moon shows a face of plaintive sweetness of female Rosati associates the profit and loss of the month with the perfection and deficiency of the world, sorrow and joy, and is quite a Chinese poet.
Mid-Autumn Festival