1, Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th 1
The moon rises quietly in the east, and the wind blows over the hills to disperse the pedestrians who come back late on the road. Bathed in Yue Hui, I strolled by the pond in September. Autumn insects sing songs and dance in the Tang Dynasty for the Mid-Autumn Festival. Couples are sitting on the lawn, whispering to each other. In this sentimental season, they carefully convey their love.
The wind blew gently through my ears, and I heard the city telling me about its sweat and glory. On the road illuminated by street lamps, the blood of the city is flowing. I love her just as I can't avoid her burning eyes. In this season, many bustling places will fall asleep, including the corn fields that are mature in the watch season.
The stars are standing high, and my hands are holding the cool autumn. Standing under the osmanthus tree, the golden osmanthus fragrance spread all over my body. Autumn has gone far, and she will go further.
2. Modern Poetry of Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th 2
Wild geese come and go, flowers bloom and fall, the moon is full and the moon is short, and Yun Sheng clouds fall. Another Mid-Autumn Festival, eating moon cakes and watching Chang 'e and Jade Rabbit. Guests and friends drank wine. After dusk, Xing Han danced in the Milky Way. Neons are flashing, street lamps are dim, moonlight is like water, and songs are bursting. Open and spacious, lyrical, homesick, homesick for relatives, mobile phones set up a bridge to the soul.
There is still more than a month before the Mid-Autumn Festival, and you can see the shadow of moon cakes on the street. Chewing the moon cakes of Xinghualou, tasting the Mid-Autumn Festival. Imagine the hurried footsteps of the Mid-Autumn Festival, arousing a bright moon hanging in the sky. Flash the light and take out the ring. Memories of childhood surfaced. The moon is gone, so am I. My mind runs with the moon, out of the valley and out of the village.
The moonlight in the city is round and beautiful, and the legend in the Moon Palace has been staged. When the Mid-Autumn Festival is over, you will come back and give your thoughts to your distant relatives.
Modern Poetry of Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15 3
There is no moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the fog locks the autumn moon here. Leaning against the window with tea in hand, sipping memories alone. But it is so depressing, I always want to see your figure in this Mid-Autumn Festival and stretch with you in the moonlight. * * * Appreciate the moon cakes quietly sent by Chang 'e only to find that people are still looking forward to the moonlight.
Miss, get into the breeze and float in your direction. Emotion, scattered in the river, with the water flowing everywhere. On this moonless Mid-Autumn Festival.