How to write the Mid-Autumn Festival composition at the beginning of ancient poetry?

The Mid-Autumn composition at the beginning of this ancient poem is as follows:

1, Mid-Autumn Night is a beautiful and harmonious night. Every family gets together, tastes moon cakes and fruits, and enjoys family happiness. Everyone wants the Mid-Autumn Festival to be a family reunion, which is human nature, but it is always impossible for every family to do so.

My father is a TV reporter. Because of his busy work, he can't spend a few Mid-Autumn Festival with us. Thinking of this, I can't help but think of Su's Water Tune: "I wish people a long time."

On this full moon night, we send our love wishes. It is this love that makes the moon more round and people closer.

2, the moon is like a mirror, full of stars. On August 15, under the quiet mountain, the family came to the Yellow River with excitement to enjoy the moon. I read Su Dongpo's When is the Bright Moon? Courtship with wine "made the whole family laugh."

People often say "Tomorrow to Mid-Autumn Festival", which makes sense. Look, the moon with a gold ring has finally risen. First golden, slowly through the white clouds of light smoke, rising upwards. In an instant, the color of the moon becomes brighter and whiter!

4. Mingyue, how many people's imaginations have you aroused: Chang 'e was imprisoned in Guanghan Palace in Ji Bin for stealing fairy medicine; Wugang, a small jade-free stele tree that was punished for not being cut down, was working for Chang 'e in Guanghan. I want to be with WU GANG, sympathize with the lonely An 'e, and go to Doby to see the lovely little Jade Rabbit. ...

5, but you are so far away, I want to fly to your arms with David's wings at this happy moment, but David can't fly so high: I want to build a colorful bridge with long red to visit you, a boy on earth, but when the rainbow appears, you don't know where it is …

6. Looking at the round moon, I thought of my dead grandmother again. Her kind face reappeared in front of my eyes. My eyes are moist at the thought of my grandmother, who seems to be with us for the holidays. Isn't this just in line with the poem "loyal to your relatives at every festival"