"Thoughts on a Quiet Night" by Li Bai
There was bright moonlight in front of the bed, and I suspected it was frost on the ground.
Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.
"Reminiscences of Shandong Brothers on September 9th" Wang Wei
A stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season.
I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere.
"Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night" by Wang Jian
Crows roost on the white trees in the courtyard, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently.
Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks around, I don’t know who is missing my autumn thoughts.