On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow. -Bai Juyi's ode to the Mujiang River
In the month of Meng Qiu, the cicadas are chilling, in the month of Mid Autumn, the geese come, and in the month of Ji Qiu, the frost begins to fall. -"The Book of Rites and the Moon Order"