【第1句】：关于“下弦月”的诗词有哪些

【第1句】： 望江南·咏弦月

清代：纳兰性德

初八月，半镜上青霄。斜倚画阑娇不语，暗移梅影过红桥，裙带北风飘。

【第2句】： 渡江云·晴岚低楚甸

宋代：周邦彦

晴岚低楚甸，暖回雁翼，阵势起平沙。骤惊春在眼，借问何时，委曲到山家。涂香晕色，盛粉饰、争作妍华。千万丝、陌头杨柳，渐渐可藏鸦。

堪嗟。清江东注，画舸西流，指长安日下。愁宴阑、风翻旗尾，潮溅乌纱。今宵正对初弦月，傍水驿、深舣蒹葭。沉恨处，时时自剔灯花。

【第3句】： 遣意二首

唐代：杜甫

啭枝黄鸟近，泛渚白鸥轻。一径野花落，孤村春水生。

衰年催酿黍，细雨更移橙。渐喜交游绝，幽居不用名。

檐影微微落，津流脉脉斜。野船明细火，宿雁聚圆沙。

云掩初弦月，香传小树花。邻人有美酒，稚子夜能赊。

【第4句】： 摸鱼儿（寿贾师宪）

宋代：赵从橐

指庭前、翠云金雨。霏霏香满仙宇。一清透彻浑无底，秋水也无流处。君试数。此样襟怀，顿得乾坤住。闲情半许。听万物氤氲，从来形色，每向静中觑。

琪花落，相接西池寿母。年年弦月时序。荷衣菊佩寻常事，分付两山容与。天证取。此老平生，可向青天语。瑶卮缓举。要见我何心，西湖万顷，来去自鸥鹭。

【第5句】： 浪淘沙

宋代：李彭老

泼火雨初晴。草色青青。傍檐垂柳卖春饧。画舫载花花解语，绾燕吟鸾。

箫鼓入西泠。一片轻阴。钿车罗盖竞归城。别有水窗人唤酒，弦月初生。

【第2句】：有关下弦月的诗词

让我想到漫画下弦之月~~

只能找到英文诗

BY/Amy Lowell

The Last Quarter of the Moon

How long shall I tarnish the mirror of life,

A spatter of rust on its polished steel!

The seasons reel

Like a goaded wheel.

Half-numb, half-maddened, my days are strife.

The night is sliding towards the dawn,

And upturned hills crouch at autumn's knees.

A torn moon flees

Through the hemlock trees,

The hours have gnawed it to feed their spawn.

Pursuing and jeering the misshapen thing

A rabble of clouds flares out of the east.

Like dogs unleashed

After a beast,

They stream on the sky, an outflung string.

A desolate wind, through the unpeopled dark,

Shakes the bushes and whistles through empty nests,

And the fierce unrests

I keep as guests

Crowd my brain with corpses, pallid and stark.

Leave me in peace, O Spectres, who haunt

My labouring mind, I have fought and failed.

I have not quailed,

I was all unmailed

And naked I strove, 'tis my only vaunt.

The moon drops into the silver day

As waking out of her swoon she comes.

I hear the drums

Of millenniums

Beating the mornings I still must stay.

The years I must watch go in and out,

While I build with water, and dig in air,

And the trumpets blare

Hollow despair,

The shuddering trumpets of utter rout.

An atom tossed in a chaos made

Of yeasting worlds, which bubble and foam.

Whence have I come?

What would be home?

I hear no answer. I am afraid!

I crave to be lost like a wind-blown flame.

Pushed into nothingness by a breath,

And quench in a wreath

Of engulfing death

This fight for a God, or this devil's game.