Full Moon Philip Burkart (Don Zhang Jiuling)
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.
People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.
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.
Comments: Zhang Jiuling was a famous figure in the Tang Dynasty. He was rejected by the treacherous court official and relegated to Jingzhou. He wrote this poem because he missed the distance on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival. The artistic conception of the poem is broad and vigorous, but it is also sincere, especially the first two sentences have long been famous all over the world
Second, the loneliest Mid-Autumn Festival poem-
Looking at the Moon on Fifteen Nights (Don Wang Jian)
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
Comments: This poem first describes the moonlight in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and then describes looking at the moon and thinking about people, showing a lonely, deserted and quiet picture of the Mid-Autumn Festival night. Start with the scenery and end with lyricism. Imagine the beauty and charm.
Third, the most cutting-edge Mid-Autumn Poetry-
Midnight Wu Ge Qiu Ge (Tang Libai)
There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there.
The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.
When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?
Comments: Midnight Wu Ge has four songs: Haruka, Summer Song, Qiu Ge and Winter Song. This song, Qiu Ge, is about the story of a recruiter's wife and her husband ("lover") exploring the frontier in the autumn night. Although love is not written directly, every word is filled with sincere affection. There are many works by Li Bai describing the moon: "I don't know the moon when I was young, so I called it a white jade plate", "Until I raised my cup, I asked the moon and brought my shadow to me, making the three of us", "The moon rose from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds", "Looking up, I found it was moonlight and sank back", "I suddenly remembered home. Of course, most of them are not about Mid-Autumn Festival.
Fourth, the most affectionate Mid-Autumn Festival poems-
Moonlit Night (Tang Du Fu)
In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.
For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.
When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
Comments: Obviously, I was in Chang 'an, looking at the moon, thinking of my relatives in Fuzhou (now Fuxian County, Shaanxi Province). But the poem does the opposite, only writing that his wife "watches the moonlight alone in Zhangzhou" and "remembers Chang 'an". This way of thinking from the other side shows the sincere feelings of the family and is often used for reference by future generations.
5. The coldest Mid-Autumn Festival poem-
"Looking at the moon in the pavilion on August 15th" (Tang Juyi)
On the evening of August 15 last year, next to the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall.
Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast.
Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual.
Comments: The moon is still the moon of the past, but the place is not the place of previous years. Naturally, the people around you are no longer the people of previous years. Being relegated to Songpu (pénpǔ incarnation, now Jiujiang, Jiangxi), things changed, my hometown disappeared, and I was alone. Poetry is extremely cold, and sorrow is invisible.
Sixth, the most sentimental Mid-Autumn Poetry-
Appreciating the Moon (Stone) in Mid-Autumn Festival
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?
Comments: The author Su Shi and his younger brother Su Zhe (Ziyou ornaments) reunited for the Mid-Autumn Festival. This pleasure reminds the author of the sadness and emotion of breaking up soon after reunion. The realm of poetry is lofty, and the language is beautiful and meaningful.