What are the poems about Mid-Autumn Festival in The Book of Songs?

The poem about Mid-Autumn Festival in The Book of Songs is:

The mica screen is deeply shaded by candles, and the long river is gradually falling. Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.

Like Huaihai's eyes, the long sea is as white as silver, and millions of rainbow-like lights are pregnant with pearl oysters. If there is no labor in the sky, the osmanthus tree will grow long and break the moon.

Sweet-scented osmanthus floating jade, flowers all over the street in the first month, and the night is as cool as washing. The wind is full of eyebrows and cold, and people are in the Crystal Palace.

Ask Chang 'e, lonely and cold, do you have any worries? It should be Fahua. Jade liquid is full, and Joan's cup is slippery. Dance with long sleeves, sing and swallow saliva. Nine times out of ten, it still needs grinding. It's so late to make a long circle, and human feelings may not see farewell. Put the past and hate together and return to it.

Seeing the moon in the dust is also idle, and love is between the fairy houses in the clear autumn. Long and cold, standing on the highest mountain at this time.

When the mirror rises to the sky, the fairy among the clouds is silent; A full round, accompanied by Wan Liyun; The sly rabbit falls the string, and the demon frog rests in front of him; Lingcha plans to go hand in hand until the Milky Way is completely clear.

The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south. Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.

Just beginning to hear the chirping of the southern geese, the chirping of cicadas has disappeared, and I climbed to the top, looking as far as I can, and the water is natural. The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation.

Yu Xing got off the moon wheel and picked up the dew in front of the temple. So far, the sky doesn't exist, but Chang 'e should be thrown to people.

Strong rice days are too thin, narrow clothes and autumn are already cold. The child is full of memories and it is difficult to walk. Dew entered the hut, and the sound of streams and stone beaches was loud. The moon came in the mountains at night, and I didn't see it until dawn.

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

It's late in first frost, and the wind is like a good season. The curtain leans against the tree, feeling infinite, and the candle is faint and fragrant. I like to listen to the northern sheng sound, and gradually see the southern star fans. Who is the coolpad of the school and wants to reduce the first round and noon?

Autumn moon hangs in the sky and Guanghua is wet. The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in. The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent. What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand.

Ten rounds of frost shadows turn to court, and tonight is a lonely corner. Su E may have no regrets, but Yuchan is lonely and lonely.

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.