Are there any poems about Mid-Autumn Festival reunion?

On the occasion of the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is not a breath of wind on the grass in Dongting Lake. Jade Sword Qiongtian covers 30,000 hectares and gives me a boat. The moon is shining, the Milky Way is shining, both inside and outside. It's hard to tell you the beauty of happiness with your heart.

It should be that I miss Linghai for many years, and I am alone, and my courage is ice and snow. Thanks to this round of ancient bright moon, the soul is still as transparent as ice and snow between the mountains and seas for many years. Now, I am wearing cold hair and clothes, drifting quietly in this boundless pale sea. I wonder what night it will be.