1, a bright moon hangs high in the capital, and ten thousand washing mallets are knocked. The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border.
Leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward.
3, the crescent moon hangs on the city head, and the city head shines in Liangzhou.
4. Wanderers listen 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. Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night
5. If you don't meet a bright night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
6. The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke of the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, and a little shadow of Hong Fei.
7. The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke of the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, and a little shadow of Hong Fei. -Bai Yuan Pu's "Sunny Sand and Autumn"
8. Lonely boudoir, gentle heart and sadness. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
Trees in autumn, cool colors.
10, the creator has given all mysterious natural grace here, and? The day immediately enters dawn and dusk. ..
1 1, since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring tide. There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.
How about 12, Trinidad * * *, but the smell of orchids comes with the wind. -"Playing Yuelu Mountain with My Brother Nanzhai"
13, there are many leaves in Lu Ting. I know it is autumn.
14, only one leaf, I don't know how many autumn sounds there are. -Song Zhangyan's "Qingping Music"
15, jathyapple is in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the world says she is a demon. Despite the cover of rabbit clouds, who is the long snake? If you don't chase good friends, you will use jade wheel surplus. Who knows what this means? Cut poems and wear them in the Forbidden City. Reflections on the Mid-Autumn Festival Night in Zheng Yanmei's Works