Liu Yuxi's Mid-Autumn Festival poems are as follows:
1. Playing with the moon in Taoyuan on the 15th night of August:
Seeing the moon in the dust makes my heart feel free, and it is a fairyland in Qingqiu. between. The condensed light and long cold dew fall, standing on the highest mountain at this time. There are no clouds in the blue sky, and there is no wind, and there are pines growing on the mountains and water flowing down from the mountains. Taking a leisurely look at the group of animals, the sky and the earth are thousands of miles apart. The young master led me to the jade altar, and I invited the true immortal official from afar. The clouds were about to move and the stars were moving, and Tianle let out a cry of coldness in his muscles and bones. The golden clouds and clouds gradually move eastward, and the shadows of the wheel are still seen frequently. It is difficult to combine beautiful scenery with good times, so he should be melancholy on this day.
2. Playing with the moon on the night of August 15th:
The sky will clean the world with the moon tonight. The summer heat has retreated and the skies are clear, and the autumn scenery is clear and clear. The stars make them shine, and the wind and dew make them shine. The one who can change the human world is Yu Jing.
3. Fenghe Zhongshu Cui Sheren wrote the rhyme of playing with the moon on the night of August 15th:
The dusk scene is refreshing in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the Yin spirit looks round. The floating essence leaves the blue sea and meets Yu Yuan. I saw a solitary wheel coming out, and Gao Cong was leaning on the cover. The two instruments are bright and clear, and all phenomena are clear and fresh. Zheng Yu was in the Western Land, and Shu Guangli went to Xuan. From the stars to wind and rain, the sun helps Tao Zhen. Looking far and near at the same time, the crystal light is biased this night. Run the jade candle to adjust the whiteness to the golden sky. The winding marsh looks like a jade mirror, and the thoroughfare looks like a feast. When you meet people, you are like ice and snow, when you meet people, you are like gods. Lead the element to swallow the silver man, condense and clean the green smoke. The bird police are exposed, and the neighboring pestle is in front of the wind. The water returns to Zhupu, and the mountains become jade fields.
The sword sinks three feet into the shadow, and the lamp lights up with nine branches. There is no trace of the shape of the image, but the shadow in the world has moved. A moment later, when the clouds were straight, the city was not reflected. Quietly waving Chen Han, leisurely lying on the colorful paper. The situation is the same as Niuzhu, and I stay by Fengchi. Xing conceals the way to find peace, and his words are better than Ming Zhongxuan. From now on, after the paper is expensive, Chen Pian will no longer be chanted.
4. Stone City:
My motherland is surrounded by mountains, and the city is lonely and empty due to the tide.
On the east side of the Huai River, the old moon came over the female wall late at night.
5. Autumn Sound:
The "Autumn Sound" written by Zhongshan Gong of the Prime Minister belongs to the heavenly official Taichang Bo. The singing and harmony are both excellent, but they all have the aftertaste of the time, and they still move the time. Sigh, what about the old and sick Yi Yu? The chanting is brilliant, to express the loneliness and anger. The blue sky is like water, flowing leisurely. Hundreds of insects greet the dusk, and thousands of leaves sing the sound of autumn. When I want to leave the forest, my voice is rustling, and my latent lover is chirping. I send the general back to the river, and I am not from my land, so I climb the building.
The late branches reveal the thoughts of cicadas, and the evening grass brings out the sorrow of cold weeds. As far as the pines and bamboos are concerned, the catalpa trees and catalpa trees are pure and clear. The dawn blows in the sparse and startling colors, and the cool moon falls in the green jade. Thinking about the journey beyond the Great Wall, thinking about the filth in the boudoir. The cicadas chirp at night, and the sound of the geese in the early morning is perfect. The distant pestle is so cold, the empty window is quiet and empty. It's like chanting or whistling, neither bamboo nor silk. It is in harmony with the natural palace signs and marks the end of the year.
The moss in the abandoned well is cold, and the dew is growing in the deserted garden. The grass is green and people are silent, and the trees are maple-like and insects are chirping. Then there will be peace and tranquility, and there will be many great sources. The six talismans are used to assist the master, and the nine talismans are applied to oneself. I still feel the chirping of the worms, and sigh at the first falling of the cool leaves. The sadness of Song Yu is different from that of Pan Lang. Alas! The eagle is already old, but the eagle is still and affectionate. Listening to the new wind makes my heart beat, listening to the sound of the sky makes me startled. The strength is so strong that the body is tired and the feet are in prison, but it is still as fast as the sound of autumn.