Li Ying's Mid-Autumn Night
On a mid-autumn night in Jiangnan Water Temple, the moon moth is watched by the golden millet fence.
The red candle shadow is almost immortal, and the green light moves to see more people.
The fragrant temples are condensed with musk deer, and the light clothes are wrapped up to continue the front edge.
Martial arts are far away in the night sky, and I don't know the way home.
Bai Juyi, dream in a dream.
Travel hand in hand with your dreams at night, but don't cry in the morning.
Zhangpu was sick three times, and the grass trees in Xianyang returned to autumn eight times.
You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world.
Ahan Weilang went to the same place, but the night station was confused and I didn't know.
Yang Wanli at noon on Mid-Autumn Festival
After the rain, the sun was still boiling, and the pavilion refused to move in the afternoon.
Bees have no flowers and no food, and ants have no water to return to their teachers.
Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the weather is too early.
It's still hot in the small nursery, burning incense and sitting reading Tang poetry.
Xu Zhongyuan Ji Sun
Today, every festival is still a strange place.
Zen and Zen are separate seats, and Zhai Qing is like a hall.
Jiang tea floats in the water, and wild vegetables are fragrant all over the mountain.
I suddenly remembered three autumn chrysanthemums, who will hoe the small waste.
Yuan Shuo Tour of Rain in Yuan Dynasty
You will feel happy when you know that the cream is shining.
The drizzle drips from the cold tip and half eaves, and the lonely dream of a single bed is louder.
In January of two years, I took Ping's stalk and paid for the wine in Wan Li.
Unlike a bucket, getting better only refers to Dongcheng in the New Year.
Fan Zhongyan, a hundred flowers blossom on Mid-Autumn Festival night.
Nanyang satrap crazy hair, don't enjoy the moon before the Mid-Autumn Festival.
In Baihuazhou, the greenway is quiet and smooth when you forget to go home at night.
Heaven learns to spit pearls in the blue sea, and cold light shoots empty stars.
Looking at the west downstairs, everyone is in the jade pot.
The heat is always unavoidable. It is fate to have a cool life tonight.
A flute blew away Wan Liyun, and the host sang loudly and was intoxicated.
The guests were drunk and danced after me, singing and dancing like CSI.