The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts.
If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
Prelude to Water Melody
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find the shadow, what is it like!
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
Looking at the Moon and Son's Career in Mid-Autumn Festival
The bright moon is not higher than the mountain, and the red light is thousands of feet. A cup of silver is not full, and the clouds are scattered. Those who wash God's eyes should welcome the water from Fermin River. Then I will be indifferent to people in the world, just like I am sorry for Zhan Ran. Mars in the southwest is like a projectile. Its horns and tail are bright and pale. Not tonight, but even fireflies are fighting for the cold. Who was rowing yesterday? This is a thousand days and nights. The twists and turns have no intention of chasing the waves, and they bow their heads to sacrifice with the song board. Will the waves and the wind return to the office before the green fluorescence disappears and turns to the mountains? The bright moon is easy to fall and disperse, and it is even more important to see it when you come back. The clearer the moonlight in front of the hall, the better, and the grass dew in the cold throat. Shutters push doors silently, while windows are silent and old. Du Nan is engaged in shame and poverty, and there are several people who write moon poems. In the Ming dynasty, the personnel were in the same position as the morning glow, and suddenly I dreamed of Yao and Taiwan.
Ode to Mid-Autumn Festival
The thin clouds have opened, the Milky Way has gone, the breeze has swept across the sky, and the bright moon has shown its waves;
Unexpectedly, it adds a touch of color to the world, standing in shy eyes;
Regret stealing the elixir and going to the Moon Palace, and get drunk for a thousand cups of Mid-Autumn Festival;
There are many bright moons in a year, so why not drink?
Niannujiao Mid-Autumn Festival
Looking far from the sky, you can see the clear sky in Wan Li without a cloud. Ghost woman flies to a place with light and takes a cold dip for a day. Yuyu Qionglou, coming and going from Luan, people are in Liangguo. Mountains and rivers are picturesque, and smoke trees are vivid.
I clap my hands and sing wildly, till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, and become a guest. Dancing in the wind, I don't know what night it is I want to return by wind, so I don't need to ride Peng Yi. In the Crystal Palace, the flute was blown off with a loud sound.
Xijiang month
Big dream in the world, how cool is life?
At night, the leaves of the wind have sounded in the gallery. Look at your eyebrows and temples.
The wine base is often worried about fewer customers, and the moon is cloudy.
Mid-Autumn Festival, alone and * * *, sadly looking at the north.