Ancient classic poems praising Mid-Autumn Festival

Li Bai: Night thoughts

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

Liu: Moonlit night.

The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.

Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.

Li Shangyin: Chang 'e

The mica screen is deeply shaded by candles, and the long river is gradually falling.

Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.

(Tang) Lipu: Mid-Autumn Festival

When the mirror rises in the sky, the clouds are silent;

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.

Zhang Jiuling: Full Moon Philip Burkart.

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.

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.

Li Shangyin: Frost Moon

Just beginning to hear the chirping of the southern geese, the chirping of cicadas has disappeared, and I climbed to the top, looking as far as I can, and the water is natural.

The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation.

Meng Haoran: I am pregnant under the autumn night and the moon.

Autumn moon hangs in the sky and Guanghua 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.

Lu Guimeng: Appreciating the Moon in Mid-Autumn Festival

It's late in first frost, and the wind is like a good season.

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?

Yuan Haowen: Zhuang Ni Mid-Autumn Festival

Strong rice days are too thin, 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.

Liu Yuxi: Playing the Moon in Taoyuan on August 15th.

Seeing the moon in the dust is also idle, and love is 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 took me to the jade altar and invited the real fairy officials from afar.

The clouds are about to move under the stars, 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.

Yan Shu: Mid-Autumn Moon.

Ten rounds of frost shadows turn to court, and tonight is a lonely corner.

Su E may have no regrets, but Yuchan is lonely and lonely.