There are poems describing the mood of migrant workers in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Thinking about the foot of Tang Li Bai's bed in the quiet night, is there frost? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. Drinking the bright moon alone Tang 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 the Night of August 15th, Tang Du Fu looked at the moon and flew to 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. "Moonlight Remembering Brothers" Tang Du Fu's wanderers listened to drums and autumn geese. 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. "Watching Pavilion Moon on the 15th night of August" On the 15th night of August the year before the Tang Dynasty, beside the apricot garden on the banks of 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. "Looking at the moon reminds me of a distant place." The moon in Zhang Tang in 1990 is now at sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time. People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. 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. 《