Water adjustment? Mid-Autumn Festival
Since the mid-autumn moon in ancient times, I have been alone by the river.
The swan goose in the cloud startled the rain and made an intermittent sound.
How many foreign wanderers stand on the balcony and stare, without feeling tears.
I don't hate the profit and loss month, but I hate the lack of data.
Close the heavy door, put out the candles and recall the past.
This night, Chang 'e should remember that mountains and rivers don't meet.
Laoyangguan listened to the Jade Emperor and pitied Huang Judangui. It was already cold and midnight.
It is said that Conan is good, and its wings are driving away the west wind.
Water adjustment? Mid-Autumn Festival
The lights are warm, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is under the moon.
Commitment is a mess, why send away sadness?
It's a pity that the world of mortals has been apart since ancient times, so it's better to get together, and everything will pass in an instant.
Sing a breeze night, and get a look back.
Cherish the waist and pity Pan's temples, all of which are leisurely.
YuZichuan said, let Ma Nanshan go.
I also want to be sad and happy, look up at the sky, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and I am a little worried.
Drunk and soft, hold me soft.
"Reflecting on the Moon" text/Guangran
Looking up in autumn, the full moon is as bright as that year.
One night in the cave, the autumn wind is full.
As night falls, the fireflies in the stars become clearer.
Time flies, and the sunset has risen for more years.
Have a drink before you go, and don't ask when Song Qing is old.
The immortal leaves the name of the incense table, and the mountains and rivers cross in secret.
When the flowers are all gone, people who appreciate them may not pick them.
Changfeng is drunk, but only a face of disturbing the happiness of age.
The bright moon is alone in the sky and you can see everyone in the world.
The breeze has no desire for the country, and is willing to be kind to others for a long time.
There is no bitter tea in Qingtang, and the starlight does not ask passers-by.
Gossip is a dime a dozen, and the right to be laughed at is in the dust.
There is no right or wrong book, and there are many overlapping words.
The mountains stand tall and covered with snow. I don't know how heavy it is.
The moon will be reflected in the evening and the brightness will reach the shore.
Bald pen graffiti, jade plate into the ink thinking jun shape.
Poem Mid-Autumn Festival/six years
The bright moon is near the Mid-Autumn Festival, as far as Chu Ci.
A hundred fireworks, be careful to send acacia.
Sake shadows, stop drinking and stop eating.
People who know the meaning of youth refuse to write sad poems.
Go home in Mid-Autumn Festival
Text/black fence
There are strings of red flowers in front of the old house, and the west wind dances against the wall in the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Gao Tang smiled at Chai Fei, his temples were frosty and his body was like a bow.
Mountain travel
Text/Shijiazhuang-Jinshan
Come and go alone, in beauty, that is everything to me.
Trees can't see the sun, and the wild path is more secluded.
Follow the source of the stream and look up at the sky.
The empty valley is silent, only the sound of water.
Mid-autumn festival dedication
Text/people-oriented
mother
warmth
Belt injury
You live in the sky.
Still can't let go.
A lifetime's effort
Time and time again,
Wipe the moon tonight.
Afraid of hiding a ray of moonlight
Moonlight is the ladder of missing.
Pure and desolate.
I need to borrow a knife.
Strip the wind and frost
Pain homing
Touliang
call together
mother
Go home in Mid-Autumn Festival
Text/Nanxiang Yinzi
First, the courtyard of the old house
Hua Guan ao Xiao ying meets the morning light
The trumpet is green, across the corridor.
Taro palm trees play with pearls in the breeze.
Hua Bai Mei yi wan Xin Xiang
Second, autumn party.
Smile at the autumn leaves.
Luo hong Qing Dao Xiang
Every holiday, the family is happy.
Ankang, Tang Fu, Qin Ju
It rained on Mid-Autumn Festival.
Text/ten thousand
It rains in Mao Mao today.
How I miss getting wet.
Whether you watch it or not.
A bright moon is above the clouds.
Let's eat a piece of moon cake together.
Your half
Half of me.
The rain of thoughts has been raining.
Will be one in my heart.
still
That kind of perfection
Keep looking at it.
Thousands of miles * * * ChanJuan.
Fu Nishang. the mid autumn moon
Text/Li Guohua
Look at the western hills. Sunset brings an ice toad. How many families care about how much joy on Mid-Autumn Festival night? Chang 'e thought of Hou Yi, and the military wife thought of the border. Good boy. China will usher in a year of peace.
Hengyang Road is full of herringbone formations and clouds. Remember, living away from local regrets. Wife and children are eager, but parents are eager to see through. Bitter is sweet. The moonlight is full, who is round tonight?
Prelude to Water Melody
Text/Lonely Dream
Where is the end of the world? The traveler was heartbroken. Look at the vast sea of people, gathering and dispersing. When to have fun, and then have fun, the rest of my life is very long. Prosperity goes with spring, and lonely lights accompany cold stars.
The stars hid, the flowers withered and the wind stopped. Wake up in the middle of the night and the moon shines somewhere else. There were good days in the past, so don't try to find them in your dreams. Maybe it's acacia, often drinking Alone with the Moon, but autumn wind doesn't understand.
Where is the end of the world that people often say? Maybe it doesn't exist, but it worries those travelers who are searching hard. I have seen people coming and going in a sea of people, meeting and leaving. When can we raise our glasses together and talk about the love and hate of those young people as before? We still have a long way to go. The prosperity of the past dissipated with the departure of spring, and only a few stars outside the window accompanied me through the cold night.
I don't know how long it took, but the stars hid, the flowers withered and the wind stopped. It was already midnight, and I was woken up again. I looked up at the moon outside the window and saw my missing figure in a trance. Those beautiful pictures of the past reappear in my mind, but it is hard to see them again even in my dreams after parting. Perhaps my mind is too weak, and I will only drink alone in the moonlight, complaining why this autumn wind can't solve my melancholy.
Finally, I wish you:
When you sit next to the person you are reading, you don't have to travel thousands of miles.
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Author | Original Poetry | Xijiangyue/Guangran/Yu/Heili/Shijiazhuang-Jinshan/People-oriented/Nanxiangyinzi/Wan/Li Guohua
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