Walk in chrysanthemum steps
mooncake
It's grandma's wrinkled face.
The moon became the lover of the night.
Dress brighter and rounder.
Eternal knot
Reunion is an eternal theme.
Wandering wanderer
Tears of homesickness flow into the frozen river.
have only
Mother's kind eyes
Blend into the ocean
Lovers looking through autumn waters
Put the flaming maple leaves
Poetry-cut clothes
The mouse grabs the basket with its tail.
The fragrance of love flows everywhere.
Redwood square table
Tell an old story
Missing is the cup in my father's hand.
The first glass of wine is always spilled on the ground.
Dad's dad is an immortal chapter in my heart.
Mid-Autumn Festival-Poetry 2 The moon is round, so are the moon cakes.
Nostalgia complex, relatives across the sea
The narrow ticket took my thoughts away.
The two sides are connected, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is full moon.
The whole family was quiet when they met.
My old mother only made me a cup of green tea.
She said, come and have a drink.
Moisten your voice. Are you tired there?
I took the tea and looked at my mother's white hair.
Tears are already wet.
Thirty years, mom.
The unfilial son finally came to this home again.
My son doesn't want to say more.
I just want to ask you how you have been these years.
The moon is round in Mid-Autumn Festival. I saw my mother's face in my dream.
Mother has gone through many vicissitudes, how haggard she is.
But now,
Mottled, wrinkled and full of vitality.
Rejuvenation is a new look for you.
The round breeze of the moon brushed my face.
The child's yearning is glued to the mother's silver thread.
On the land opposite the shallow channel
The moon in Mid-Autumn Festival is particularly round.
Tonight on August 15 this year.
Our family is round and round.
Mid-Autumn Festival-Poetry 3 Mid-Autumn Festival is spent in my heart.
This has been the case for many years.
My hometown is so far away.
Love is missed.
Through the grass on the windowsill
I seem to see the forest.
Clear mountains and streams
I hurt my eyes for a season when I left.
Repeatedly forget each other
What we forget is the surging tears.
Pentium in the newborn fingers.
Busy street
A hurried stream of people
Rich and prominent moon cakes
Beautiful and busy Mid-Autumn Festival
Leave with a smile.
It's far. The crowd in the distance brought my warmest dream.
There is also an empty bag of time and space.
Heavy. What matters is that people are on high places.
My heart is high, too.
But I can't go the way I came.
Voice and capacity remain unchanged.
The moon is bright in the dark.
People are worried under the light.
Mid-Autumn Festival-Poetry 4 clinks glasses with the moon
A few drops of wine spilled
Be ignited by homesickness
Into stars all over the sky
be homesick
Very elastic and shiny.
The farther you pull, the greater the rebound.
The rounder, the brighter.
this evening
The way home
Moonlight and dreams walk with fear.
Father's pipe
The song of the mountain forest has sounded.
Mother's Eyes
But in one area,
And my eyes.
A gurgling river
Father's pipe
The song of the mountain forest has sounded.
Mother's Eyes
But in one area, it is getting higher and higher.
And my eyes.
Soaked by the gurgling river.
Mid-Autumn Festival-Poetry 5 At that time, I was in a dream.
You fly from the white fragrance,
Like a blue butterfly, it is very light and soft.
Your voice is sweet, like wine.
Your wings are as transparent as jade.
There is a strange light overflowing from you.
Disturb my peace
Surprised my melancholy.
At that time, I was a little excited.
Stretch out a melancholy finger
Want to capture your ethereal breath?
You are quick as the wind and silent.
That the folding of the sound, disappeared.
There are some raindrops ringing in the air.
As thin as a needle tip.
Broke my heart.
I woke up surprised.
You are as dense as Kagami Akira.
For example, the word tenderness
Slippery, lit up my eyes.
I am a lonely bird.
Be imprisoned in your heart.
Kiss your waves like flying fish.
After that, I didn't want to leave.
This time, I sincerely praise you.
It's like holding a blue elf.
Implanted into the bone marrow and infiltrated into the soul.
I am immersed in the silence of silver blue to write poems.
Let a ray of warmth, high
Branches of an old osmanthus tree hanging at the head of the village
Such as red lanterns under the eaves of New Year's Day.
Mid-Autumn Festival is brightly lit every year.
At that time, the Mid-Autumn Festival was a lamp.
Through the depths of darkness, red and red
Light up some lonely eyes
It also warms some cold dreams.
Your heart is no longer like a boat, adrift.
My coast is no longer as out of reach as a dream.
Happiness is the guarantee of loyalty.
Stop in the heavenly heart and wait quietly.
Mid-Autumn Festival-Poetry 6 Tonight is not suitable for looking up at the sky in the yard.
I'm afraid of osmanthus trees in the moon palace.
Shake off all the sadness
An empty chair next to it.
I'm already depressed.
My cold face
Pick up the silver thread on the ground.
I can't mend my heart anymore.
Angle-missing circle
Moonlight needling
Irregular state, or characteristics of trembling people or things.
When I walk through the scribbled footprints.
A leak that has been shelved for a whole year.
I can't taste it tonight
The fragrance of osmanthus fragrans
autumn harvest
Sunlight nourishes seedlings.
Sweat nourishes the earth.
Disturbing hopes. seed
Cover your chest for a season
When the wind and rain come
Red is everywhere.
Bright moon, light steps.
Hold up a silver sickle
this evening
Before it rains.
Harvest happiness
Guicang
Mid-Autumn Festival-The light of Mid-Autumn Festival in poem 7 points out the direction of going home.
Every tired wanderer is like an arrow leaving the string.
Fly to your hometown and feel the kindness of your family.
The moon in Mid-Autumn Festival is like a mother's gentle palm.
Touch your body gently to make every homeless person feel better.
Thousands of years of stories have been sung from generation to generation.
The bright moon and people, melting into emotional Wang Yang, spread all over the world.
August 15 is engraved in everyone's heart.
Miss the moon quietly at home and look back on the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Only on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival will busy parents calm down and enjoy the moon.
Looking at their happy faces, I just hope it will last longer tonight.
The moon is like water, happy. It shines on their faces, clear and bright.
Now I am also a father, but all my children are far away.
I only confide in the moon silently, and let the moon transmit information.
Because we are talking about the same moon and seeing the same light.
Moonlight is especially warm and gentle because it has accepted too many friendships.
Mid-Autumn Festival-Poem 8 Tonight
Eternal moon
From the walls of Qin and Han dynasties
Crossing to this moment
Broken patterns of gold and silver
Fall into my eyes
Hang your eyebrows.
Such a freehand scenery
People have watched it for thousands of years.
never tire of seeing
The idea of tidal boiling
On this night
Sing the depths of the soul
The happiest cry
The loneliest cry
I looked down.
Lotus seeds are clear as water.
Tears are salty.
The brilliance of the full moon
Leave this road behind.
Fine touch
Every step
All marked with year.
Every touch
Will give a sad sigh.
Memory hurts for a long time.
On a full moon night
We hugged each other to keep warm.
The back is so lonely.
Mother's prayer in the distance
I can hear you clearly.
But not in her arms.
Lick those wounds
Mend the cracks in the soul
I must sing at the full moon.
On this full moon.
Personally,
Burn the stationery of youth
Delete the promise of youth
Facing the lush years
Conduct the most sincere memorial service
Looking forward to this full moon.
I shook my long-lost hand.
Embark on a new life journey
Sing a song
Sad but high-pitched rose song
Pretend to be bored
Clean up the messy life.
Mid-Autumn Festival-Poetry 9 Mid-Autumn Festival Sad Poetry 1
There is no moon tonight,
Who does Qiu Si belong to?
Lonely lamp and cold wine,
Do you want a drink?
Mid-Autumn Sad Poems II
On the night of August 15th the year before last, I climbed to the moon and wanted to go far.
Today, the Central Plains meets Huan, and the wind makes friends.
Mo You clouds cover the eyes, the highest sky and the widest heart;
I invite the bright moon with this heart, and tonight is as clear as usual.
Reflections on Mid-Autumn Festival III
Author/Dong
The moon hangs on the moon cake.
It is full of tea fragrance when it is cool.
The lantern in front of the window swayed gently.
The room is full of sincerity and goodwill.
Deeply infected by the smile of the moon
I dreamed that my love was applauding warmly.
Let the flowers taste the rhythm of happiness.
Believe that the footsteps of fate are no longer wandering.
Sing softly with the rhythm of fashion
Singing pure emotions like snow
Sing acacia as clear as water
Singing the melodious nursery rhymes of moonlight.
My moon is in my heavy luggage.
Time-honored love is my hometown.
Years have spun silk on me.
How many words are still ringing in my ears?
Reflections on Mid-Autumn Festival 4
The moon hangs on the moon cake.
It is full of tea fragrance when it is cool.
The lantern in front of the window swayed gently.
The room is full of sincerity and goodwill.
Deeply infected by the smile of the moon
I dreamed that my love was applauding warmly.
Let the flowers taste the rhythm of happiness.
Believe that the footsteps of fate are no longer wandering.
Sing softly with the rhythm of fashion
Singing pure emotions like snow
Sing acacia as clear as water
Singing the melodious nursery rhymes of moonlight.
My moon is in my heavy luggage.
Time-honored love is my hometown.
Years have spun silk on me.
How many words are still ringing in my ears?
Mid-Autumn Festival-Poem 10 Mid-Autumn Festival Wish
The moon is round in Mid-Autumn Festival.
Harmonious autumn wind sends blessings.
Mooncakes mean missing,
Families in China get together to celebrate.
Overseas children miss their hometown,
The moon is very bright in festivals.
The Chinese nation is rising.
The motherland is thriving.
Back to the autumn wind blowing across the strait,
The reunion of flesh and blood is a wish.
Cantonese moon cakes were sent to Tainan.
The two sides of the strait have a dream.
The country is rich and strong, and has self-esteem.
Peace, unity and family harmony.
Mid-Autumn moon cakes are round and sweet.
Prosperity and happiness will last forever.