Which poets in China wrote Mid-Autumn Festival poems? What are the poets' poems about Mid-Autumn Festival?

Mid-Autumn Festival poetry anthology Tang Du Fu's "The Night of August 15th", the full moon flies in the mirror, returning to the heart and folding the sword. Turn the tent and travel far, climb the laurel and ascend to heaven. The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers. At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumnal equinox. ("Complete Tang Poetry") This is the poet's work to avoid chaos and enter Sichuan. In the first two poems, the feeling of watching the moon is aroused, and the moon on August 15, which symbolizes reunion, is used as a contrast of his wandering worries in a foreign land; After the poem, the two couplets depict the Mid-Autumn Night, and the words such as "seeing feathers" and "counting autumn flowers" are fantastic and romantic, which is unique in Lao Du's poems. Tang Juyi's "Watching the Pavilion on the 15th night of August" was on the 15th night of August the year before last, next to the apricot garden beside Qujiang Pool. On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall. Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast. Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual. This poem, when written in Jiangzhou, shows the emotion that extremes meet opposites, and makes a transformation of emptiness in the transformation of time, revealing the transformation of feelings in the transformation of time and space. In contrast, it reveals the sadness in exile. Pi Rixiu's Guizi in Tianzhu Temple on the 15th night of August in Tang Dynasty saw a jade flower on the moon, which was found in front of the temple. So far, the sky doesn't exist, but Chang 'e should be thrown to people. ("Complete Tang Poetry") Pi Rixiu (about 833-? ), the word escape less, Xiangyang people. Poetry is as famous as Lu Guimeng's, and there is also a book called "The Book of Approval". This poem describes sweet-scented osmanthus, which falls on the mountain as pure as jade and is more crystal clear in the moonlight. Picking up flowers with dew is more nourishing, and I want to be the Chang 'e scattered all over the earth. The whole poem is full of falsehood, ethereal and meaningful, with the Mid-Autumn Festival as the theme, it shows the full love of enjoying the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it is wonderful to see the big from the small. Fei Mid-Autumn Festival looks at the poor moon, Huaihai is wrapped in silver, and all kinds of red mussels are precious. If there is no labor in the sky, the osmanthus tree will grow long and break the moon. Mi Fei (1051-1107) was born in Xiangyang. Guan Bu is far away. He can write poems, especially calligraphy, which was well known in the Song Dynasty. This poem quotes two folklores. First, it is said that the propagation of pearls is related to the profit and loss of the moon. When the moon is full, mussels are pregnant with pearls; 2. Folk custom month consists of seven treasures, which are often practiced by 82,000 households in the world. In this way, the legendary moon-missing adds a mythical color to the Mid-Autumn Moon, making it more charming. Mid-Autumn Festival (Tang Dynasty) Li Puhao's spirit ascended to heaven, and the fairy was silent among the clouds; A full round, accompanied by Wan Liyun; The sly rabbit falls the string, and the demon frog rests in front of him; If you plan to join hands, wait for the Milky Way to be completely clear. "Playing the Moon on August 15th" (Tang) Liu Yuxi will wash the world again tonight. Summer retreats and autumn retreats. The stars are shining and the breeze is bright. What can change the human world is Yujing in You Ran. "Water Tune Song Tou" (Song) Su Dongpo was drinking happily in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Drunk, writing this article, pregnant. When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I want to go home by the wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu. It's unattainable! Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. In the Mid-Autumn Moon (Song Dynasty), Su Shi's twilight clouds were full of cold, and the silver-haired people silently turned to the tracts. This life is not a long night, where to see the bright moon next year. "Tai Chang Yin" (Song) Xin Qiji's autumn shadow turned into a golden wave, flying the mirror and grinding it again. Ask Heng E about wine: What should I do if I am cheated by white hair! Take the wind, go up to Wan Li and look down at the mountains and rivers. Go dancing in Guangxi. Human nature is clearer. Taiwanese folk song: "Mid-Autumn Thoughts" looks at geese alone, and misses mink for a thousand dollars; The autumn in my hometown recalls the bright moon, and the night terrors in foreign countries. My hand hasn't climbed over osmanthus, so it's still a banana; Climbing stairs is a sad tribute, looking at the sea and sky in the west. "Homesickness on a Moonlit Night" stars are thin and the moon is cold and easy to get rid of the Milky Way, and everything is silent. Where is Wan Li's Shanjia? I have a lot of worries when I come at night. "Suffering" is late at night, the moon is high and the day is high, and it is silent; Sleepy eyes, like a dream; Living everywhere is restless, and my hometown is in my heart; Suffering is like burning the heart of a king. Drink the bright moon (Li Bai) from a pot of wine among the flowers alone, and I will drink it alone. No one is with me. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind. I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering. Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way. Jing Ye Si (Li Bai) The foot of my bed is so bright. Could it have been frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. Chang 'e (Li Shangyin) mica screen candle shadow is deep, the long river is gradually falling, and the stars are sinking. Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night. On August 15th, jathyapple (Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty) looked at the moon and flew into the mirror, returning to his heart and folding his sword. Turn the tent and travel far, climb the laurel and ascend to heaven. The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers. At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumnal equinox. Looking at the moon in the pavilion on August 15 (Tang Juyi) Last August 15, next to the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool. On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall. Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast. Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual. On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, the lights are brilliant, and every household is busy enjoying the moon. Put fruit cakes and burn incense. Let's go to Yue Bai. Divide persimmons, cut egg yolks, and watch the moon fall asleep. Take a rocket, visit the Moon Palace and see Chang 'e and WU GANG. Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind. I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering. -Li Bai's "Drinking the Bright Moon Alone" The bright moon rises from the mountain of heaven and is in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass. —— Li Bai Guan Shanyue The foot of my bed is so bright, will it have frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. -Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking" The moon has now crossed the sea, and the end of the world is * * *. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! -Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Thinking Far", he knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is so bright! . -Du Fu's "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night" The bright moon hangs in the autumn sky, and its luster is wet. The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in. -Meng Haoran's "Autumn Night under the Moon" On the night of August 15 the year before last, next to the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool. On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall. Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast. Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the 15th of August" The atrium is a crow in Bai Shu, and the osmanthus in Coody Leng is silent and wet. Tonight, people are looking forward to it. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si? -Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights" has turned to the court for ten rounds, and this evening is a lonely corner. Su E may have no regrets, but Yuchan is lonely and lonely. -Yan Shu's Mid-Autumn Moon When will there be a bright moon? Ask about Sky Wine. I don't know what year it is in the imperial palace in the sky ... people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine, which is difficult to complete in ancient times. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. -Su Shi's "Water Tune Songs" The bright moon is easy to fall and people are easy to disperse, and it is even more important to see it when you come back. The clearer the moonlight in front of the hall, the more grass is exposed. Shutters push doors silently, while windows are silent and old. Du Nan is engaged in shame and poverty, and there are several people who write moon poems. -Su Shi's "Mid-Autumn Festival Seeing the Moon" is full of cold clouds, and silver and Han silently turn to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year? -Su Shi is poor in the autumn and the moon, Huaihai is wrapped in silver, and Wan Daohong is a mussel. If there is no labor in the sky, the osmanthus tree will grow long and break the moon. -Mi Fei's Mid-Autumn Festival: Climbing the Tower and Looking at the Moon; Go to the west wing, afraid of the weather, Yun Zheyue. But when you call it, Yu Di will break with a loud blow ... If you make a long circle so late, human feelings may not depend on your acceptance. -Xin Qiji's "Man Jiang Hong" waits for the bright moon to raise a glass, and the fragrance disappears. Worship the fall of Huaxing, about the floating of the bright moon. -Wen Tianxiang's "Return to Dong Mid-Autumn Festival, Please Give a Banquet" berthed at the west of the city at dusk, and sailed the long bridge to see the full moon. Gradually, I walked to the distant smoke grass, and suddenly I fell in front of the eaves next to Gaoting. -Xu Wei's "Fifteen Nights Arriving in Jianning" traveled to Qiu Guang and was fragrant everywhere. The moon is bright and full, people are thousands of miles away, and the wind is urgent and the sails are light. -Zhang Huangyan's Mid-Autumn Festival by Boat/Book/2004-09/14/content _1980022.htm Interviewee: I want to discover the new continent-Level 2 2008-9-1421:. The curtain leans against the tree, feeling infinite, and the candle is faint and fragrant. I like to listen to the northern sheng sound, and gradually see the southern star fans. Who is the coolpad of the school and wants to reduce the first round and noon? Drinking the bright moon alone Li Bai from from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone. No one is with me. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind. I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering. Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way. On August 15th, Du Fu of jathyapple looked at the moon and flew to the mirror, returning to his heart to fold his sword. Turn the tent and travel far, climb the laurel and ascend to heaven. The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers. At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumnal equinox. Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian's atrium, crows inhabiting Bai Shu, and silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng. I don't know who will fall in Qiu Si! Wang Changling, lying on the high seat in the south study, we opened the curtain-we saw the rising moon. The clear water-flowing wood flows like waves on our windows and doors. Time flies, calmly, beyond our wisdom, and the old and the new alternate. Our chosen person, our friend, is singing, perhaps, a sad oriental song by the clear river. A thousand miles away, there is a smell of orchids coming with the wind. In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year? Mid-Autumn full moon, cloudless wet clothes, stars pour out the rules. Lin Dong doesn't interfere with getting up gradually, and seeing the road all over the world. Can also clearly sing the spirit of Hao, willing to teach the dark to take Dan Zhi. Poor Guan Ye Shan Juanying, waiting for five residual wines. Guan Shanyue Li Bai Mingyue rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass. At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive. The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away. Thinking about Li Bai at night, the foot of the bed is so bright, will it have frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. On a willow moonlit night, the moonlight is deeper than that of half a family, and the Big Dipper languishes in the south. Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh. The sound of mica screen in Changshang is dark and the long river is sinking. Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night. Du Fu, a wanderer, heard the drums that predicted the battle. It was the first call of autumn, a wild goose from the border. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. Looking at the moon, I think of a distant moon in Zhang Jiuling, which is now at sea and the horizon is * * * at this time. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. In "Frost Moon", Li Shangyin first heard that there was no cicada, and a hundred feet of water met the sky. Su E, a young woman, is cold-resistant, fighting with frost in the middle of the month, dreaming of Meng Haoran in the autumn night, hanging under the moon in the autumn sky, and her luster is wet. The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in. The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent. What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand. Zhuang Ni's Mid-Autumn Festival is too thin to ask words, and the narrow clothes and autumn are already cold. The child is full of memories and it is difficult to walk. Dew entered the hut, and the sound of streams and stone beaches was loud. The moon came in the mountains at night, and I didn't see it until dawn. On the night of August 15, Liu Yuxi saw the moon in the dust of Taoyuan, and his feelings were between the fairy houses in the clear autumn. Long and cold, standing on the highest mountain at this time. Blue is nothing but Feng Yun, and Songshan grows in the water. A group of people are moving leisurely, and Gogoing is thousands of miles away. Shao Jun led me to the jade altar and invited the real fairy officer to come from afar. Cloud * (left car right car) moves under the starry sky, the sky is happy and the bones are cold. Jin Xin gradually moved eastward, and the shadow of the wheel still rose. It is difficult to get back together when it is absolutely beautiful, and he should be disappointed on this day. In the Mid-Autumn Moon, Yan Shu turned to court in ten rounds, and tonight she took people to the corner alone. Su E may have no regrets, but Yuchan is lonely and lonely. In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year? Looking at the moon in the pavilion on the night of August 15th, Bai Juyi, on the night of August 15th the year before last, beside the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool. On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall. Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast. Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual. On the night of August 15th, there was a full moon in Tianzhu Temple, Pi Rixiu and laurel seeds, and new discoveries were made in front of the temple. So far, the sky doesn't exist, but Chang 'e should be thrown to people. Look at the moon and children in Mid-Autumn Festival. Su Shi's bright moon is not high in the mountains, but red in thousands of feet. A cup of silver is not full, and the clouds are scattered. Those who wash God's eyes should welcome the water from Fermin River. Then I will be indifferent to people in the world, just like I am sorry for Zhan Ran. Mars in the southwest is like a projectile. Its horns and tail are bright and pale. Not tonight, but even fireflies are fighting for the cold. Who was rowing yesterday? This is a thousand days and nights. The twists and turns have no intention of chasing the waves, and they bow their heads to sacrifice with the song board. Did Bo * (left wind and right wind) return before the green fluorescence disappeared and turned to the mountain? The bright moon is easy to fall and disperse, and it is even more important to see it when you come back. The clearer the moonlight in front of the hall, the better, and the cold throat * (the general will get worms) will show grass. Shutters push doors silently, while windows are silent and old. Du Nan is engaged in shame and poverty, and there are several people who write moon poems. In the Ming dynasty, the personnel were in the same position as the morning glow, and suddenly I dreamed of Yao and Taiwan. Mid-Autumn Festival, Mifei is poor, Huaihai is wrapped in silver, and Wan Daohong breeds mussels. If there is no labor in the sky, the osmanthus tree will grow long and break the moon. The moon has how bright, and the moon has how bright. Take care of my bed. I can't sleep at night and wander around in my clothes. Although the guests are happy, it is better to turn back early. Who should you sue when you leave home alone? Back to my room, tears stained my clothes. When does Su Shi, the head of water diversion, have a bright moon? Ask about Sky Wine. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I want to go home in the wind, lest it be too cold on the roof. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. There should be no hate, and nothing can be done. People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. Su Shi of Xijiangyue is in Huangzhou, having a night outing in spring. Drinking in a restaurant, getting drunk. Take the moon to the stream bridge, untie the saddle and bend your arms, lie drunk and rest less. I realized that. The mountains are crowded and the flowing water is bright, which makes people doubt that it is not human. On the bridge pillar of the book. According to the wild shallow waves, the sky is faint. I want to get drunk and sleep on the grass. It's a pity that a romantic wind didn't teach you to crush Qiong Yao. Take off your saddle and rest at Qingyang Bridge, and there will be the sound of spring dawn in Du Yu. Back to Dong for the Mid-Autumn Festival, please hold a banquet to open the Wen Tianxiang River Festival and bring the original boat to clear the ice; When the moon raises a glass, you will be fragrant and green. Worship the fall of Huaxing, about the floating of the bright moon. The wind and rain are all over the city, why are you lucky to be near? The picturesque mountains and rivers are still the trip to Chibi in those days. Straw is rewarded, and cloth is distributed in turn. Manjianghong. Send Xin Qiji to the West Building in the Mid-Autumn Festival, fearing that Yun Zheyue will be released in the sky. But when he called, the jade flute cracked with a loud noise. Who let curling float in the world, the most pitiful to the husband. Ask Chang 'e, lonely and cold, do you have any worries? It should be Fahua. Jade liquid is full, and Joan's cup is slippery. Dance with long sleeves, sing and swallow saliva. Nine times out of ten, it still needs grinding. It's so late to make a long circle, and human feelings may not see farewell. Put the past and hate together and return to it. Autumn night and the moon gathered and dispersed. Then call it. There's no reason to see Iraq again. In recent days, I unexpectedly want to eat a big meal again. In respect and leisure, I gathered my eyebrows and sighed. Arouse old worries. Items cannot be attracted. Time flies, but when Xie Lan is released, the flowers fade, but in an instant. Color clouds are easy to disperse, glass is fragile, and there is trouble before inspection. On a romantic night, there are several traces of the past. Endure thinking and memory. This kind of retrospect is broken and eternal. When we reached Xiandao and Guiming Road, there was no news. Sauvignon Blanc painted drums and noisy streets, blue lights filled the city, and the early moon shone in Yancheng. The night view of Jiangque in the capital of Qing Dynasty, with silver arrows and golden stems. Streets crisscross. Go through Pingkangfeng and listen to the music slowly. Phoenix candle shines. There is no incense screen in that house. For Luo Qi, I can vaguely recognize the old days, and the elegance has faded. Jiao Bo Ye Yan and Qiao Xiao still greeted each other on purpose. It is difficult to write deeply and sincerely when the wall falls and everyone stands. I don't know, those famous officials have been arrested, and they have all been reduced in customs over the years. Full moon, full moon, full moon, full moon. Competition is still insufficient. Just like the young people in the bridal chamber, they will meet temporarily and leave as they used to. The small building is on the threshold, which was last year's season. The clear sky is still there, and the night is always disgusting. The partridge blew the residual smoke into the night wind. A bright moon hangs on the porch. Because the road is far away, people are still far away, and my heart is different. Affectionate and considerate. Yun Lan went back to recognize without a trace. I should have been born in the past, and I love to keep Yuanyang in two places. At 12 o'clock in the afternoon (autumn night), there is light smoke on the moon, and the wind shines like washing. Jue Cui Zhang, Liang Sheng. Gradually enter the slight cold weather. Broken leaves knock on the window, and the west wind fills the courtyard. If you can't sleep, get up. It is even more worrying, and it is worrying, and all kinds of feelings are born together, which are worrying. God knows, I was worried. The night is always there, clearly beside the bed, watching diligently. The candle is dim, the wine is awake, and Yuan Lai is in a dream. Come to sleep, get dressed and sit alone with mixed feelings. How can I get benefits, reconcile sex, and then make the rest of the incense quilt? I want to tell God that I will never give up from now on. Nian Nujiao. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, osmanthus blossoms in Wen Zhiming, and the jade color floats. In the first month, the streets are full of flowers, and the night is as cold as washing. The wind is full of eyebrows and cold, and people are in the Crystal Palace. Yan Longjian, the scenery is clumsy and ethereal. First frost is everywhere. I want to fly over the colorful clouds. I remember last evening, wine kiosks and light moon clouds came and went. Qiu Guang, thousands of miles away, did it in the blink of an eye yesterday. The bluebird comes from the west, and Chang 'e reports my courtesy. Send a message, don't be afraid of Shen Zui. Mid-Autumn Festival (Tang Dynasty) Li Puhao's spirit ascended to heaven, and the fairy was silent among the clouds; A full round, accompanied by Wan Liyun; The sly rabbit falls the string, and the demon frog rests in front of him; Lingcha plans to go hand in hand until the Milky Way is completely clear. "Playing the Moon on August 15th" (Tang) Liu Yuxi will wash the world again tonight. Summer retreats and autumn retreats. The stars are shining and the breeze is bright. What can change the human world is Yujing in You Ran. "Water Tune Song Tou" (Song) Su Dongpo was drinking happily in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Drunk, writing this article, pregnant. When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I want to go home by the wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu. It's unattainable! Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. "Mid-Autumn Moon" (Song) Su Shi's twilight clouds are all cold, and the silver people silently turn to the jade plate. This life is not a long night, where to see the bright moon next year. "Tai Chang Yin" (Song) Xin Qiji's autumn shadow turned into a golden wave, flying the mirror and grinding it again. Ask Heng E about wine: What should I do if I am cheated by white hair! Take the wind, go up to Wan Li and look down at the mountains and rivers. Go dancing in Guangxi. Human nature is clearer. Taiwanese folk song: "Mid-Autumn Thoughts" looks at geese alone, and misses mink for a thousand dollars; The autumn in my hometown recalls the bright moon, and the night terrors in foreign countries. My hand hasn't climbed over osmanthus, so it's still a banana; Climbing stairs is a sad tribute, looking at the sea and sky in the west. "Homesickness on a Moonlit Night" stars are thin and the moon is cold and easy to get rid of the Milky Way, and everything is silent. Where is Wan Li's Shanjia? I have a lot of worries when I come at night. "Suffering" is late at night, the moon is high and the day is high, and it is silent; Sleepy eyes, like a dream; Living everywhere is restless, and my hometown is in my heart; Suffering is like burning the heart of a king.