Dojo is full of ghosts, the original Langu.
But the strange thing is that there is a red note on the door, and the meat mountain and wine sea celebrate the Central Plains.
Pang Long, a poet in the Qing Dynasty, wrote a poem called "Bamboo Branches in Chang 'an", which depicts the scene of children playing with lotus leaf lanterns on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival.
Thousands of trees are cool and frosty, and the moon is bright in the middle of the month.
The children scrambled to clear the lotus leaves, and thousands of silver flowers scattered in the fire city.
A Gift of Poetry a Day (Tang Dynasty) makes you lonely.
I came to this world to pay RMB, and I had no leisure until I paid RMB.
Burning incense silently in the immortal view, knowing that the teacher is far away in Yushan. ?
Duke Lu in the Middle Yuan Dynasty (Tang Dynasty)
Four orders, three yuan in the air.
Clouds greet the blue sky, and chapters play the Jade Palace.
The altar drips Sophora flower dew, and Bai Fengxiang.
Feather clothes are ethereal, Yao hub is empty.
For a long time, I longed for a meal of Xiake, and I often mourned the gathering of Polygonum hydropiper.
How to award green capsules and then visit Hong's family.
Yin (Tang Dynasty), Legal View and Practice in the Mid-Yuan Dynasty.
Everyone has a secret record, Mr. Bailey.
The upper boundary of Qiu Guang is clean, and the night in the Central Plains is clear.
The stars are facing the emperor, and the cranes are stunned.
Yudong has long hair and Zhugong is the brightest.
Sweep the altar, the world is quiet, and cast a simple shadow.
After giving fesr medicine, I still can't keep my name.
Zhongyuan Zuo (Tang) Li Shangyin
Festival flutters to the palace, and the Central Plains worships the Qing Dynasty.
The sheep's rights must be stripped of gold bars, and the literary beauty will eventually become a jade mirror.
I will save my sleep and listen to the rain, but I don't know if I am lost for bloom.
How can the bluebird catch the bird before it reaches Yingzhou?
Mid-Autumn Night (Tang) Li Ying
On a mid-autumn night in Jiangnan Water Temple, the moon moth is watched by the golden millet fence.
The red candle shadow is almost immortal, and the emerald ring moves to see many people.
The fragrant and colorful temples are condensed with blue musk deer, and the dew around Tsing Yi is mixed and renewed.
Martial arts are far away in the night sky, and I don't know the way home.
Send a couple on Mid-Autumn Night (Choose One) (Tang) Lu Guimeng
The dew in the orange village has dispersed, and Mr. Dong Guo is still ill.
Lonely pillows are easy to break dreams, but short eaves are difficult to spread books.
The broad clouds should be close to the sun, but I am still sparse in the reflection.
Those who only admire feathers are like water, flat and empty.
Fan Zhongyan, Flowers on Mid-Autumn Night (Northern Song Dynasty)
Nanyang satrap crazy hair, don't enjoy the moon before the Mid-Autumn Festival.
In Baihuazhou, the greenway is quiet and smooth when you forget to go home at night.
Heaven learns to spit pearls in the blue sea, cold light shoots treasures, and stars are rare.
Look at the world downstairs. Everyone is in the jade pot.
The heat is always unavoidable. It is fate to have a cool life tonight.
A flute blew away Wan Liyun, and the host sang loudly and was intoxicated.
The guests were drunk and danced after my songs, which were like CSI.
The feeling of Mid-Autumn Festival (Qing Dynasty) Wang Kaitai
Dojo is full of ghosts, the original Langu.
But the strange thing is that there is a red note on the door, and the meat mountain and wine sea celebrate the Central Plains.