Poetry about Mid-Autumn Festival

The poems about Mid-Autumn Festival are as follows:

First, "Mid-Autumn Moonlight"

At night, the moon crept out quietly.

Soft moonlight, like a piece of white gauze, spreads in the sky and illuminates the night!

The moonlight hangs on the treetops, the autumn wind is swaying, and there are soul dancers on the treetops.

In the moonlight, slightly clear waves dive into the lake, and a group of silver elves jump on the quiet lake.

Moonlight falling on a country road gives wanderers a direction to go home.

Moonlight shines into my heart, as sweet as honey and as sweet as a dream!

Second, "moonlight"

You fall gently,

On the green grass,

Such as silver wires,

Spread on soft land,

Like wearing a coat embroidered with silver thread.

Third, "moon cakes"

Snow-white plate, golden yellow you, lying quietly, emitting a faint fragrance.

The children swallowed and looked straight at wait for a while, afraid that in a blink of an eye, you would disappear into the black sky like moonlight.

Fourth, "return"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Who knocked at the door so rashly in the middle of the night?

The old man walked slowly into the yard, and the moon had fallen asleep, leaving only thick black in the yard!

The light was on and he shouted, "Who?"

"Mom, it's back!"

As soon as the old man waved his hand, the light fell off! Tears! Open the door!

"Mom, you missed the moon!" "Son, the heart is the roundest and brightest moon!"

Verb (abbreviation of verb) jujube tree

The messy branches waited straight for a while and stabbed in all directions. The bright moon was cut into pieces.

The old father, standing alone under the jujube tree, looked at the sky blankly and said to himself, "Cut it off!" " "

The moon will be full, and the children will remember to go home!

Six, "Mid-Autumn Moon"

The setting sun melts gold, Xiangyun rises at the beginning, and the leaves of tung rustle. Gradually the ice wheel goes out to sea and cleans the ground; The birds are singing quietly.

Good winds are frequent, the bells are hidden in the middle of the night, and the tiredness of summer heat disappears. Family happiness, calling friends, the banquet is high. The jade plate has reached the top of the forest, and the wine in the cup is red.

Look at the gentleman's correction, the breeze splashed ink; Exquisite and elegant, waving a brush at the landscape. At all times and in all countries, he ignored the characters and laughed at Ban Zhao. Laughing at me, lying drunk in the shade, losing this beautiful night.