Home is the only harbor, the sustenance of the soul, and the source of love. Below are poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival that I have collected for you. I hope it can help you!
Poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival (1)
"Moon Night" by Liu Fangping of the Tang Dynasty
The moonlight is deeper than half of the house, and the North Dipper is tilted to the south. Tonight, I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green window screen.
"Guizi on the Night of August 15th in Tianzhu Temple" Tangpi is closed on the day
A jade stone falls under the moon wheel, and a new one is found in front of the temple. So far, there is no such thing as happening in heaven. It should be thrown to people by Chang'e.
"Frost Moon" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
When I first heard that the geese were flying, there were no cicadas anymore, and the water a hundred feet high reached the sky. The young girl Su'e can withstand the cold, and she fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon.
"Waiting for the Moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival" by Lu Guimeng of the Tang Dynasty
The frost has turned late and the frost has turned late, and the good wind seems to bring good luck. The curtains are slanting and the trees are separated by endless love. The candles and candles are faintly fragrant and I sit there without hesitation.
I love hearing Sheng tunes in the north, but I gradually lose sight of the stars and lose the music in the South. Who wants to use the cooling power to reduce the first round and the noon hour?
"Mid-Autumn Moon" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with the clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently. This night in this life will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
Poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival (2)
"Under the Moon at Autumn Night" Tang Meng Haoran)
The bright moon hangs in the autumn sky, moistened with lustrous dew. The startled magpies have not yet settled down, and the flying fireflies roll in behind the curtain.
The cold shadows of the locust tree in the courtyard are sparse, and the neighboring pestle sounds urgently at night. How long is the good time! Standing looking at the sky.
"Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
On the night of August 15th of that year, I was at the apricot garden beside the Qujiang Pool. On the night of August 15th this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Penpu.
Looking to the northwest, where is my hometown? To the southeast, I can see how full the moon is. Yesterday the wind blew and no one was there, but tonight the light is as clear as in previous years.
"Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan" by Zhang Jiuling of the Tang Dynasty
There is a bright moon on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they miss each other at night.
When the candle is extinguished, it is filled with pity and light, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew. I can't bear to give it away, but I still have a good night's sleep.
"Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night" by Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty
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.
"Playing with the Moon on the Night of August 15th" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
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 beautiful. The one who can change the human world is Yu Jing.
Poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival (3)
"The Moon on the 15th of August" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The full moon flies into the mirror, returns to the heart and folds the sword. Turning around and walking far away, climbing osmanthus and looking up to the sky.
There is suspicion of frost and snow on the waterway, and feathers can be seen on the forest habitat. At this moment, looking at the white rabbit, I want to count the hair.
"Thoughts on a Quiet Night" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.
"Drinking Alone Under the Moon" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date. Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and make three people in the shadows.
The moon does not know how to drink, but its shadow follows me. For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring.
My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered. They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk. We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan.
"Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The garrison drum breaks the line of people, and there is a sound of wild geese in the autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended.
"Chang'e" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
The candle shadows on the mica screen are deep, and the long river gradually sets and the dawn stars sink. Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and her heart will be filled with blue sea and blue sky every night.
Poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival (4)
"Playing with the Moon in Taoyuan on the 15th of August" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
My heart feels free when I see the moon in the dust, and it is like a fairy in Qingqiu Between the houses. The condensed light and long cold dew fall, standing on the highest mountain at this time.
There are no clouds in the blue sky, no wind can move, 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.
Young Master led me to the jade altar, where I bowed to the true immortal official from afar. The stars are about to move under the clouds, and Tianle makes his muscles and bones feel cold.
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.
"Climbing the Tower to Look at the Moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival" by Mi Fu of the Song Dynasty
The Huaihai Sea is as full as silver, and thousands of rainbow lights nurture the treasures of clams. If there is no moon door in the sky, the osmanthus branches will support the westward wheel.
"The Moon on the Night of August 15th" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The full moon flies into the bright mirror and returns to the heart to fold the sword. Turning around and walking far away, climbing osmanthus and looking up to the sky.
There is suspicion of frost and snow on the waterway, and feathers can be seen on the forest habitat. At this moment, looking at the white rabbit, I want to count the hair.
"Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
On the night of August 15th of that year, I was at the apricot garden beside the Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15th this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Penpu.
Looking to the northwest, where is my hometown? To the southeast, I can see how full the moon is. Yesterday the wind blew and no one was there, but tonight the light is as clear as in previous years.
"Guizi on the Night of August 15th in Tianzhu Temple" Tangpi Day is off
A jade stone falls under the moon wheel, and a new one is found in front of the temple. So far, there is no such thing as happening in heaven. It should be thrown to people by Chang'e.
Extended reading: Poems and famous sayings describing the Mid-Autumn Festival
Raise your glass to the full moon and exhale the fragrance of the bottle into the green net. Worship the falling stars, and make appointments with the bright moon. --Wen Tianxiang, "The Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet Started by Hui Dong Tiju"
The boat was moored at dusk in the west of the city, and we started towards the long bridge to see the full moon. Gradually, you can see the smoke and floating grass in the distance, and suddenly you are in front of the falling eaves of a high pavilion. --Xu Wei's "Arrival in Jianning on the 15th Night"
The autumn scenery is light and the road is long, and the orchid, osmanthus and osmanthus are fragrant. The moon is bright and round, people are thousands of miles away, the wind is strong and the sails are light and the swallows are traveling together. --Zhang Huangyan's "Zhongqiu Mid-Autumn Festival"
The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. --Zhang Jiuling "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan"
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. -- Du Fu's "Remembering My Brother-in-law on a Moonlit Night"
The bright moon hangs in the autumn sky, moistened with lustrous dew. --Meng Haoran's "Feelings Under the Autumn Night and the Moon"
On the night of August 15th last year, I was at the apricot garden beside the Qujiang Pool. On the night of August 15th this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Penpu. Where is the hometown to the northwest? How many times is the moon full to the southeast? Yesterday the wind blew and no one was there, but tonight the light is as clear as in previous years. --Bai Juyi, "Watching the Moon in the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th"
Crows roost in 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 at it, I wonder who is missing in autumn thoughts? - Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night"
The shadows of ten rounds of frost turn around the courtyard, and this night, people are alone in the corner. Su'e may not be without regrets, but the jade toad is cold and the sweet-scented osmanthus is lonely.
--Yan Shu's "Mid-Autumn Moon"