Keywords sister yue, changeable, grade two, black hemp,
Grade three, grade four, silver hook, grade eight or nine, like dragon teeth,
Eleven, two, half melons, fifteen silver plates hanging high.
The moon in Mid-Autumn Festival, pure and flawless, is as round as a mirror, looking at my home.
Look at the little dolls on the ground under the eaves next to the threshing floor.
Dolls play hand in hand, and when they turn around, they faint.
Accidentally fell to the ground and repeatedly called for mom.
Sister Yunliyue said he was stupid, which made everyone laugh.
Mid-Autumn Children's Poetry II: Yue Bai of the whole family
The first day of August, the first year of Taiping
From June to Mid-Autumn Festival, the whole family is in Yue Bai.
Pagoda lamp, shining heaven and earth.
Lotus root under the flower
Red pomegranate, pomegranate eyes open.
Reunion cake, husband and wife grow old together
Harmonious reunion with family members
Mid-Autumn Festival Children's Poetry III: Where does the moon rise?
Moon rises
The sound of a carving returning to the nest.
There are fish jumping out of blue light.
There is a piano playing an old legend.
I don't know whose eyes.
Fall on the birch tree and blink.
Show wisdom and detachment
night
But throw it on the moon.
Infinite tenderness
It was also that night.
Those posted on the window
Grandma cut off the window grilles.
Wrapped in ice flowers
In my dream
It melted.
Mid-Autumn Festival Children's Poetry IV: Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry
The Mid-Autumn Moon hangs in the clear night sky.
People under the moon enjoy the Mid-Autumn Night.
Let go of utilitarian desires and stop worldly busyness.
Look up at our moon.
True feelings are liberated by the light of full moon.
Traveling through time and space is like breaking a dam.
Silver moonlight, the smell of moon cakes
We tasted the Mid-Autumn Festival.
This moment is unusual
Because the same world
Mid-Autumn Festival Children's Poetry V: Moonlight
The moonlight shone on the threshing floor,
Farmers are busy on the threshing floor.
The rice harvest is very good this year.
Everyone is happy.
Mid-Autumn Festival Children's Poetry 6: Moonlight
Crickets no longer make sounds.
Pomegranate trees are covered with crimson fruits.
The last rain wet the wild roses.
They say the roses by the lake are like songs.
Will you sit under the moon?
Hear me sing
Listen to my song and fly to the mountains.
Fly over the lake
Fly to the full moon