The Mid-Autumn Festival blessing poem is as follows:
the bright moon lifts from the Mountain of Heaven, in an infinite haze of cloud and sea.
have you ever had a few days off in January, and it is rare to leap into the Mid-Autumn Festival in a hundred years.
there is little wind at the edge of the wild goose, and the blue clouds come first and then later.
when will there be a bright moon? I fetch the wine glass from afar.
In the atrium, Bai Shu rooster crows, Coody Leng silent wet osmanthus.
considering Chang' e, it's cold in the palace in September.
Su E doesn't always feel disappointed, but the jade toad is cold and lonely.
who grinds a flying mirror? According to Che Gankun, the mountains and rivers are printed.
going to the west wing alone without words, the moon is like a hook.
a slip of the moon hangs over the capital, ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding.
The wind is full of eyebrows and bones are cold, and people are in the Crystal Palace.
weiyun is chosen by the sea, and the golden well is cool at dusk, and the rhyme and wind are urgent.
the dew is cold and dry, and you will be afraid of lotus roots and ice wrists.
this night is not good in my life. where can I see the bright moon next year?
Su E is a scoundrel. He never stayed for others when he went west.
mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song.
send a message, don't be afraid of Shen Zui.
The spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan. When will the bright moon shine on me?
don't send Su E to know, and it would be a shame to get angry with him.
I miss Zixu and see Chang 'e tonight.
the moon is lifted like a mirror, sea-clouds gleam like palaces.
a wind from the pine-trees blows my sash, and my lute is bright with the mountain moon.
looking at the middle heaven and earth, the hole is like a brush.
Bow like a full moon, look northwest and shoot Sirius.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is called Xiao Qin Wang, and when it enters the chamber, it means that the sunset clouds of Yangguanqu are all over and cold.
The solitary rabbit is desolate and shines on the water, and the breeze rises and the Milky Way turns west. -Wu Wenying's
. -Liu Kezhuang's "Magnolia Slow Ding Wei Mid-Autumn Festival"
Every month is full, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is the most biased. -Xu Tang's Mid-Autumn Night to the Moon
When will there be a bright moon? I fetch the wine glass from afar. -Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Festival in Bingchen
A cup of wine is delayed, so we shouldn't be embarrassed tonight. —— Chen Zhu's "Jiangchengzi Mid-Autumn Festival Early Rain and Sunny Evening"