A collection of ancient and modern poems on the Mid-Autumn Festival
Autumn night moon
At the beginning of gathering and separation. Then he called her, and there was no reason to meet her face again. In recent days, there will be a feast again unexpectedly. In front of the Lord, in his spare time, he frowned and sighed. It stirs up old sorrows endlessly.
Autumn pistil fragrance is cited
Cannot be kept. Time rushes by, and the fragrant orchids rest, and the good flowers fade, but only in a moment. The colorful clouds are easy to scatter and the glass is brittle. On a windy and moonlit night, there are several old traces. Can't bear to think about it. Looking away this time, we will be separated forever. Towards the Immortal Island and on the road back to the underworld, there is no news about either of them.
Xuan Qing
The waning moon is hazy, the small banquet is dim, and it is cold and cold when I return. Carrying silver on my back, I fell asleep alone in the pavilion. I hugged a heavy quilt, and I was drunk and still silent. Time passes by again and again, the joy of the past is gone, and the sadness of separation is just a pillow. Thinking secretly, chasing old memories, the scenery of Shenjing is like a brocade.
I wanted to throw fruit to my friends and had a banquet. I drank heavily at that time. The dancing swallows fluttered and sang, and in front of the Dai Banquet, there were all the gods and immortals. At the end of the night, it became even more sparse and crazy. More generals sleep in phoenix curtains and mandarin ducks. The jade hairpins are in disorder, and they are scattered all over the high sun. This joy
Sauvignon Blanc (Beijing Prostitute)
Painted drums noisy the streets, orchid lanterns fill the city, and the bright moon shines on the city. The night view of Jiangque in the Qing capital, with silver arrows flying in the wind and golden stems exposed. The alleys are criss-crossed. Passing the Pingkang bridle, listen to the singing slowly. Phoenix candles flicker. That person did not cover up the incense screen.
Looking towards the Luoqi bush, I can vaguely recognize the old days, with a light and graceful attitude. She is charming and charming, her smile is still there, and she greets you with intention. The wall is about to be painted, and it is difficult to write sincerity for a long time. Little did he know that famous eunuchs were detained and interrogated, and their charm had been reduced over the years.
Looking at the Han Moon
The bright moon, the bright moon, the bright moon. The struggle is still lacking. Just like young bridegrooms, they meet for a while and then part ways.
It was last year at the threshold of the small building. Thousands of miles of clear light remains the same, the night is eternal and the people are tired of it.
Partridge Sky
The remaining smoke blows into the night wind. A bright moon hangs above the curtain. Because the road is far away, people are still far away, even though our hearts are still in the same bed.
Emotional and profound. Biyun returned without a trace. Only in the past life, love caged the mandarin ducks in two places.
Twelve o'clock (autumn night)
The evening is clear and the moon is covered with light smoke, and the wind is like a wash of toad light. Feel the green tent and the coolness, giving rise to autumn thoughts. The weather is getting colder. Falling leaves knock on the windows, the west wind fills the courtyard, and I can't get up after sleeping. There is more leakage in the throat, dripping worries, and all kinds of emotions are arising, all of which are leaving people worried.
Who knows, at that time, the sentence was very touching. Sometimes in the night, Mingming lies on his pillow and stares at the ground diligently. When the candle is dark, I wake up from wine, and Yuan Lai is in a dream again.
Come to bed and sit alone with your clothes on, all kinds of hopeless feelings. How can I come, harmonize the clouds and rain, and then arrange the remaining fragrant quilts? I pray to heaven that I will never abandon you from now on.
Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"
On the occasion of the Mid-Autumn Festival in Bingchen, I was drunk and drunk, so I wrote this article and also had a child.
When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky? I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places.
Dancing to clear the shadow, how can it be like being in the human world? Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This has never been the case in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.
Su Shi's "Moon on the West River"
I am in Huangzhou, walking on the Qishui River on a spring night. Go to a restaurant to drink and get drunk. Riding the moon to a bridge over a stream, he untied his saddle and bent his arms, and lay down drunk for a short rest. It's already known. The chaotic mountains are crowded together and the flowing water is sonorous, which seems to be something other than the human world. This sentence is written on the bridge pillar.
The waves are shining brightly in the wild, and the sky is faintly visible across the sky. The barrier of mud has not been resolved, and the arrogance of Jade Cong has not yet been solved. I want to get drunk and sleep on the fragrant grass. It's a pity that the wind and moon in the stream can't be taught to crush Qiong Yao. Undressing the saddle and pillowing on the green poplar bridge, Du Yu heard the spring dawn.
Xing Xiangzi
The sky and the autumn light turn into love and sorrow, and Jin Yingzhi is approaching the Double Ninth Festival.
Thin clothes are a first try, green ants are a new taste.
Gradually there is wind, rain and coolness.
The courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken at dusk, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I am worried about the past.
In that eternal night, the bed is empty under the bright moon.
When you hear the sound of an anvil being pounded, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long.
Li Bai
A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.
Toast a glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people.
The moon does not know how to drink, but its shadow follows me.
While the moon is about to be shadowed, we must have fun until spring.
My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.
They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk.
We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan.
On the night of August 15th, Du Fu
The full moon flies into the mirror and returns to the heart to fold the sword.
Wandering around the earth is far away, climbing the osmanthus and looking up to the sky.
There is suspicion of frost and snow on the waterway, and feathers can be seen in the forest.
Looking at the white rabbit at this time, I want to count the hair.
Watching the Moon on the Fifteenth Night
Wang Jian
Crows roost on the white trees in the courtyard, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently.
Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks away, I wonder who is missing in autumn!
Playing with the Moon in Nanzhai
Wang Changling
When I was lying high in Nanzhai, I was vomiting at the beginning of the month.
The clear water and trees are reflected in the windows.
The passage is full and empty, and the clarity changes from the past to the present.
Beauty by the Qingjiang River, the night is getting more and more painful.
How about thousands of miles away, the breeze blows Landu.
Mid-Autumn Moon
Su Shi
The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with the clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently.
This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
Mid-Autumn Moon
It’s all here
The sky is blue, cloudless and dewy, and the stars are shining brightly.
Don’t let Donglin stand in the way of the rising trend, and the world is watching the road ahead.
Maybe Mingming Yinhaoso is willing to teach the darkness to take the elixir branch.
Poor Guan Yechanjuan's shadow, facing the five-hour residual wine.
Guanshan Moon
Li Bai
The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds.
The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass.
The Han Dynasty descended to the Baideng Road, and the Hu took a peek at the Qinghai Bay.
The land was conquered, but no one returned.
The garrison guests looked at the side with a sad look on their faces as they thought about returning home.
The tall building is like this night, and I have no time to sigh.
Ye Si
Li Bai
There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, and it is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown.
Moonlight Night
Liu Fangping
The moonlight is deeper than half of the house, and the Beidou is slanting towards the south.
Tonight I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green window screen.
Chang'e
Li Shangyin
The candle shadow on the mica screen is deep, the long river is gradually setting and the dawn stars are sinking.
Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and her heart will be filled with blue sea and blue sky every night.
Reminiscing about my brother-in-law on a moonlit night
Du Fu
The sound of a wild goose on the edge of autumn breaks up the line of people.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.
The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops did not stop.
Look at the moon and embrace the distance
Zhang Jiuling
The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.
Lover complains about the distant night, but lovesickness arises at night!
When the candle is extinguished, it is filled with pity and light, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.
I can’t bear to give it away, but I still have a good night’s sleep.
Frost Moon
Li Shangyin
When I first heard that the geese were gone, there were no cicadas, and the water a hundred feet high reached the sky.
The young girl Su'e can withstand the cold, and fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon
Being pregnant under the moon in the autumn night
Meng Haoran
The bright moon hangs in the autumn sky , moisten with lustrous lotion.
The startled magpies have not settled yet, and the flying fireflies roll in behind the curtain.
The cold shadows of the locust tree in the courtyard are sparse, and the neighboring pestle sounds urgently at night.
How long the good times are! Standing looking at the sky.
Waiting for the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival
Lu Guimeng
The frost has turned late and the frost has turned late, and the good wind seems to bring good luck.
The curtains are slanting and the trees are separated by endless emotions. The candles and candles are faintly fragrant and I sit there without hesitation.
I love Sheng tunes and tunes in the north, but I gradually lose sight of the stars in the south.
Who wants to use the cooling power of the school to reduce the first round and the noon hour.
Nizhuang Mid-Autumn Festival
Yuan Haowen
The days of strong food are more than thin, and the narrow clothes are already cold in autumn.
Children reminisce about each other, knowing how difficult it is to travel.
The dew air enters the thatched hut, and the sound of the stream is noisy on the rocky beach.
The moon comes at night in the mountains, but I don’t see it until dawn.
Playing with the moon in Taoyuan on the night of August 15th
Liu Yuxi
Seeing the moon in the dust makes my heart feel free, especially in the Qingqiu fairy mansion.
The condensed light and long cold dew fall, standing on the highest mountain at this time.
There are no clouds in the blue sky, and there is no wind, and there are pines growing on the mountains and water flowing down from the mountains.
Looking at the group of animals leisurely, the sky is as high as the sky and the sky is thousands of miles apart.
The young master led me to the jade altar and invited me to the real immortal official.
Yun* (left car and right car) wanted to move under the stars, and Tianle let out a cry of coldness in his muscles and bones.
The golden clouds and clouds gradually move eastward, and the shadows of the wheel are still seen frequently.
Beautiful scenery and good times are hard to come by again, so he should feel melancholy on this day.
Mid-Autumn Moon
Yan Shu
Ten rounds of frost shadows turn around the courtyard, and this evening, people are alone in the corner.
It may not be that Su'e has no regrets, the jade toad is cold and the sweet-scented osmanthus is lonely.
Mid-Autumn Moon
Su Shi
The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently.
This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
Looking at the moon in the Pavilion on the night of August 15th
Bai Juyi
In the past year, on the night of August 15th, I was at the apricot garden by the Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15th this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Penpu.
Looking to the northwest, where is my hometown? To the southeast, I can see how full the moon is.
No one could catch the wind yesterday, but tonight the light is as clear as in previous years.
Guizi on the night of August 15th in Tianzhu Temple
Pi day off
The jade stone is under the moon wheel, and the new dew is found in front of the temple.
Nothing happens in heaven so far, it should be thrown to people by Chang'e.
Seeing the Moon and Ziyou in the Mid-Autumn Festival
Su Shi
The bright moon is not high in the mountains, and the auspicious light is thousands of feet long.
The silver cup is not empty yet, and the chaotic clouds break away like crashing waves.
Whoever washes his eyes for God should use thousands of dendrobium water from Minghe River.
So I looked coldly at the people in the world, and I couldn't bear to look at Zhanran.
The sparks in the southwest are like projectiles, and the horns and tails are bright and clear.
Tonight I can’t see anything, but the fireflies are fighting to clear away the cold.
Who made a boat in Bian yesterday? Thousands of lights made fish and dragons change at night.
Turning and carelessly chasing the waves, going to the festival with a low head and following the song board.
The green light disappears and turns to the front of the mountain. How can the waves* (wind left and right occupy) be strong again when the wind returns?
Author: Biluo ψ Huangquan 2008-9-11 16:15 Reply to this statement 3 My level is low, so I have to copy some poems to enjoy! Happy Mid-Autumn Festival to everyone! The bright moon is easy to be low and people are easy to disperse. When you return to drink, you will pay more attention to it.
The moonlight becomes clearer and clearer in front of the hall, and the dew grass sounds when the throat is cold* (the superior general and the inferior insect) are singing.
No one is around when the roller blinds are pushed open. Only Old Chu is mute under the window.
Don’t be ashamed of poverty in Nandu, and there are several people who write poems about the moon.
The personnel affairs of the Ming Dynasty follow the sunrise, and suddenly I have a dream of a Yaotai guest.
Climb the tower and look at the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival
Mi Fu
My eyes are so poor that the Huaihai Sea is as full as silver, and thousands of rainbow lights nurture the treasures of clams.
If there is no moon door in the sky, the osmanthus branches will support the westward wheel.
How bright is the bright moon?
How bright is the bright moon? It shines on my bed curtains.
Sorrowful and unable to sleep, I pick up my clothes and wander around.
Although it is a pleasant trip, it is better to return home early.
When I go out and feel alone, who should I sue for my worries?
The leader returned to the room and shed tears on his clothes.
Shui Tiao Ge Tou
Su Shi
When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine.
I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky.
I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid that it will be cold in the high places.
Dancing and clearing the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world.
Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, where you will find a low-rise house, and the light will make you sleepless.
There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye?
People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times.
I wish you a long life and a long life.
Moon over the Xijiang River
Su Shi
I am in Huangzhou, walking on the Qishui River on a spring night. Go to a restaurant to drink and get drunk. Riding the moon to a bridge over a stream, he untied his saddle and bent his arms, and lay down drunk for a short rest. It's already known. The chaotic mountains are crowded together and the flowing water is sonorous, which seems to be something other than the human world. This sentence is written on the bridge pillar.
The waves are shining brightly in the wild, and the sky is faintly visible across the sky. The barrier of mud has not been resolved, and the arrogance of Jade Cong has not yet been solved. I want to get drunk and sleep on the fragrant grass. It's a pity that the wind and moon in the stream can't be taught to crush Qiong Yao. Undressing the saddle and pillowing on the green poplar bridge, Du Yu heard the spring dawn.
Back to the director to raise the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet
Wen Tianxiang
According to the river folding festival, the clear ice of the painting boat; wait for the moon to raise the glass, and call the fragrant bottle in Green and clean. Worship the falling stars, and make appointments with the bright moon. The city is full of wind and rain, but fortunately the Double Ninth Festival is so close; the country and the mountains are as picturesque as those we once visited in Chibi. If you pay with straw, you will be clothed in succession.
The river is full of red. The Mid-Autumn Festival is sent far away
Xin Qiji
Go up to the west tower quickly, fearing that the sky will release and the floating clouds will cover the moon.
But the jade-fiber horizontal flute cracked with a single blow.
Whoever makes the curling floating world has the most pity for the jade ax repair season.
Ask Chang'e, if she is lonely and cold, if she has any worries, she should respond with a beautiful hair.
The jade liquid is full and the cup is slippery. Lift up your long sleeves and sing loudly.
Sigh, eighty-nine times out of ten, there is still nothing left to be desired.
If it is a long and round night like this, the favor may not be appreciated.
Return the past and separation into joy, and say it when you return.
Autumn Night Moon
At first we gathered and dispersed. Then he called her, and there was no reason to meet her face again.
In recent days, there will be a feast again unexpectedly.
Xiang Zun, in his spare time, frowned and sighed.
It stirs up old sorrows endlessly.
Autumn pistil fragrance is cited
Cannot be kept.
Time rushes by, the fragrant orchid fades, and the good flowers fade, but only in a moment.
The colorful clouds are easy to scatter and the glass is brittle.
On a windy and moonlit night, there are several traces of the past.
Can’t bear to think about it.
Looking away this time, we will be separated forever.
Towards the Immortal Island and on the road to the underworld, there is no news from either side.
Sauvignon Blanc
The streets are noisy with painted drums, orchid lanterns are all over the city, and the bright moon shines on the city.
The night view of Jiangque in the Qing capital, silver arrows are blown by the wind, and golden stems are revealed.
The alleys are criss-crossed. Passing the Pingkang bridle, listen to the singing slowly.
Phoenix candles are shining brightly. That person did not cover up the incense screen.
Looking towards the Luoqi bush, I can vaguely recognize the old days, with a light and graceful attitude.
The delicate waves are beautiful, the clever smile is still there, and the intention is to welcome you.
It is difficult to write sincerity when the wall is on the wall.
Who knew that famous officials were detained and detained, and their charm has been reduced over the years.
Looking at the Han Moon
The bright moon, the bright moon, the bright moon. The struggle is still lacking.
Just like young bridegrooms, they meet for a while and then part ways.
It was last year at the threshold of the small building.
Thousands of miles away, the clear light remains the same, the night is eternal and the people are tired of it.
Partridge Sky
The remaining smoke blows into the night wind. A bright moon hangs above the curtain.
Because the road is far away, people are still far away.
Emotional and profound. Biyun returned without a trace.
Only in the past life, love caged the mandarin ducks in two places.
Twelve o'clock (autumn night)
The evening is clear and the moon is covered with light smoke, and the wind is like a wash of toad light.
The green tents and the coolness give rise to autumn thoughts. The weather is getting colder.
The fallen leaves knock on the window, the west wind fills the courtyard, and I can't sleep anymore.
Even more leaking throat, dripping worries, and all kinds of emotions are arising, all of which are leaving people worried.
Who knows, at that time, the sentence was very touching.
Sometimes the night is long, Mingming is lying on his pillow, looking at the ground diligently.
When the candle is dim and I wake up from alcohol, Yuan Lai is in a dream again.
Come to bed and sit alone with your clothes on, all kinds of hopeless feelings.
How can I come, harmonize the clouds and rain, and then make up the remaining fragrant quilt?
I wish you to make a wish to heaven and never abandon it from now on.
Nian Nujiao. Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon
Wen Zhengming
Osmanthus flowers and jade, the streets are full of the first month, and the night is as cool as a wash.
The wind is blowing, my eyebrows are cold and my bones are cold, and I am in the Crystal Palace.
The dragons are croaking, the temples are full of mountains, and the misty music and songs are boiling.
The ground is covered with frost, and it wants to fly across the colorful clouds.
I remember last year on this eve, I was drinking wine at the creek pavilion, and the pale moon and clouds came and went.
Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are no longer what I dreamed of yesterday, but they are like this in the blink of an eye.
The green bird comes to the west, Chang'e repays me, and the good times are approaching.
My message to couples, don’t let Guanghan get drunk.