Two Mid-Autumn Moon Poems II
It's round and empty, and all the words are the same.
it's safe to know that thousands of miles away, there is no rain and wind.
Mid-Autumn Festival Waiting for the Moon
Shrugging your shoulders and sitting in danger, you will feel cold invasion, and the clouds will be exquisite to see the gold.
it's better to say goodbye to your aunt than to hate her for a long time.
It's a windy day, and it's near the Mid-Autumn Festival, so gazing at the home mountain doesn't hinder the repair.
people who wander the forest are tired, and they are still in the mood for plain light.
Mid-Autumn Festival Lodging in Huayan Temple with Empty People
Sweeping the couch and meeting the guests, on poetry in the old Vatican Palace.
the sound of the drums is exhausted, and the moonlight is over the mountains. The court clusters the Zen grass, and the window flies with fire bugs.
how to say goodbye for a night, and look back at the autumn wind.
Autumn Moon with Cui Zhongcheng
The autumn night and the moon are bright, and the West Building is unique.
A thousand people look at the dew, but Wan Li feels clear.
reflecting the fluctuation of water and gold, the laurel tree is born.
I don't know what flying magpie means, so there's no need to be surprised at this time.
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There's a lot of light in the autumn altar in Huayang Cave tonight.
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flying south, the black magpie is muddy and shadowless, and it turns to seclusion.
as long as there is money, whoever * * * thinks, it's empty to hear jade and miss it.
Chang 'e is only in Yun Shenchu, so she should worry about herself if she is closed but cold.
The Mid-Autumn Festival rhyme is too empty.
I've been wandering in Jianghu for a long time, and I don't know when I'm white.
where are the distant people? The sky and the moon are round.
the mountains and rivers are clear with shadows, and the vegetation is clean and smokeless.
who sympathizes with the poor? Move your worries to the wine.
The Mid-Autumn Moon in Yangguanqu
When the dusk clouds are over, it is cold, and the silver and the Chinese turn to the jade plate silently.
this night is not good in my life. where can I see the bright moon next year?
In the atrium, there are crows in Bai Shu, and osmanthus fragrans in Coody Leng.
I don't know whose house Qiu Si will fall into tonight.