Mid-Autumn Festival, Unitary Moon, Strong Moon, Guiqiu, Gui Yue and Autumn Half. ...
There are so many beautiful names in August!
The sequence belongs to Sanqiu, and the autumn is getting stronger.
The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the wind is light and the clouds are light;
Mountains and rivers, dyeing, Lin Han Jane Su;
Yuan night, quiet and lonely, geese leave a sound;
Farmhouse, the warehouse is full and fruitful.
Please follow in my footsteps today.
Walking into the most beautiful August in poetry.
Wang Jian's Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights (Tang)
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
The whole poem consists of four sentences with 28 characters, each sentence has a meaning. It describes the moonlight and the feeling of looking at the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, showing a lonely, cold and quiet picture of the Mid-Autumn Festival night. This poem begins with a description of the scenery and ends with lyricism, full of imagination and charm.
Looking at the Moon on the Twelfth Night in August (Song) Yang Wanli
Just near the Mid-Autumn Festival, a cloud of ice hung on the crow's green curtain.
Suddenly I feel that this night, Yuan is not sticky and walks alone.
The tides rise and fall because of the moon, and the absence of the full moon is always related to the situation. We looked at the moon, admired it and invited it to song month, holding up not only the moon, but also poetry and distance. ...
Dong Xian Ge Ding Mao's Works in August (Song) Xin Qiji
The difference between a wise man and a fool can be counted. It's a thousand miles away. Think carefully about the distinction between righteousness and benefit, conformity and wisdom, who breeds who, and so on.
Sweet taste is perishable, and a friend who knows a gentleman at the end of the year is as light as water. Floaters gather together and sound like thunder, deeply feeling that yesterday is not today. I admire the Thai soup in my comfort zone. It's more dramatic, but I'm not half drunk.
This word is Xin Qiji's masterpiece. Xin Qiji was destroyed and suppressed countless times in his life, framed and deceived, and all kinds of comments in his poems are the feelings that Xin Qiji experienced all his life.
"Beautiful moonlight from August 14th to Izayoi" (Song Dynasty) was a thing of the past.
Looking forward to the Mid-Autumn Festival every year, it is foggy and rainy every year.
The scenery is good for three nights on a cool moon, and I rest in my arms for life.
It will take Yinhe to wash it tomorrow, and the shortcomings will be made up by the husband.
Luo Jing and Chen Hu are full of people's eyes. I wonder if it can be like Zhejiang.
Whether it is vulgar or happy, at that time, the light passed year by year, and only the bright moon in the sky lived up to the world, year after year, and the moon was full.