Mid-Autumn Modern Poetry 1 (1) Invite the bright moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival
The moon has been hidden in the clouds for a long time.
Unwilling to keep an appointment
We hold the trophy high.
Hold high Lugu Lake.
Very much admired.
Hold your heart high.
Longing for her to kiss the Mid-Autumn Festival.
The weeping willows stand upright in dark green, and the corn stands upright in golden yellow.
Standing and resting frog drum
Stand up and sing a cock crow.
The moon was moved.
Rush out of the cloud gap
Show shyness
Light up a beautiful moment
(B) Xiaolangdi of the Yellow River
Soldiers like the yellow turban insurrectionary army
Yellow helmet and yellow armor
From the summit of bayan har.
Shouting and patting, the sky is stormy.
Fei ya tiao Jian
Rush to kill
Maybe it's a sudden discovery of a once-in-a-million-year disaster.
In the valley of Xiaolangdi
A girl in a soft ball
Take off your yellow clothes.
Put on a green skirt.
Jade pillow on the dam
Sleep like a soft spray
Indulge in the splendor of starlight
Mid-Autumn Modern Poetry 2 is really mature and full of harvest, and the joy in my heart is beyond words.
The fields in Shan Ye are filled with sweet fragrance, and laughter fills the valleys and fields like silver.
The noisy voices gathered into a chorus, and people came and went to pick and choose.
Tits are jumping, singing and flying, and Phnom Penh is sorted and put into storage.
By the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is bright outside, and the comfortable feeling should be rewarded by Yuchan.
Visit relatives and friends, convey greetings of harvest, and raise a glass to celebrate auspicious harvest and prosperity.
Happy scene, without any unpleasant desolation.
The sky is crisp and the water is clean, quiet and clear.
Looking at the top of the mountain, you can feel the beautiful scenery and a gust of wind is more comfortable.
Xiayun is magnificent, long and wide, and the flute turns with the setting sun.
Birds are flying in full swing and can't see melancholy and sadness.
Mid-Autumn Modern Poetry 3 Mid-Autumn Sky
There is no trace of the moon.
There are no stars.
Black happiness is deeply connected.
Slowly, quietly, get rid of your parents.
How many thoughts linger
The surge of emotion in the rain
Very sticky
Grinding time
Sprinkle it on your heart
Yunduoduo
How many ambitious adverbials have turned to dust.
Ask yourself gently
In whose heart?
Continuous jump
Like this moonless night.
Mid-Autumn Modern Poetry 4 One day,
The moon is like a jade plate.
Silver is embedded in the deep blue sky.
Round and bright.
Even the twinkling stars cast envious eyes.
Surround her silently.
All these/these
Reflecting my crystal tears.
Isn't it a sentimental bright moon tonight?
Can decipher my thoughts-
An emotion that lives in the bottom of my heart
I noticed that she was crying.
Pulled a cloud quietly.
Trying to hide his melancholy and loss.
In tears
Raise a wisp of smoke
That's mom's silver hair dancing in the wind.
My ears seem to remember the familiar local accent.
That's my mother's name calling me to be contaminated with frankincense.
Light a dim kerosene lamp
That's mom making cloth shoes with needles.
Floating on the winding ridge
Standing mother's tired and thin figure.
Tears are hazy
Suddenly turned into a bright moon.
How bright the moonlight is at home!
Sudan sword
I began to miss the bright moon in my hometown.
It was she who wove my childhood dream.
It was she who accompanied me through my troubles and melancholy.
look back
The moon is smiling at me.
Spur and expect.
Suddenly there was a silvery white.
All over the world
the other day
It's Mid-Autumn Festival.
Mid-Autumn modern poetry, looking forward to more than five years.
Hair is long and quiet.
I don't know if it is in the mirror.
See desolation
From the ocean to another continent
Countless waves
From the mainland to another ocean
Hear the bells and the priest's voice
Footprints run through the mountains
There is an echo from my hometown.
Yesterday's dream
There are cries of childhood
Miss my mother
Take me across the gravel road
Memory banyan tree
And carved a token of love.
Acacia maritime
The tide came in from both sides.
Palm trees are swaying.
It's the prodigal son who speaks early.
The moon is guiding the way.
Snow-white roses bloom quietly on the water.
Stop at the port
There are also fishing boats sheltered from the wind
The night is already silent.
People with insomnia have osmanthus wine.
The night became unbearable.
The cake stuffing has the bitterness and fragrance of lotus seeds.
How long will it take to remember?
Confusion and disappointment
How far is the dream?
Tomorrow or tomorrow?
Sleep with a pillow.
Tears flow into two lines.
Poetic language of travel
Talking and singing everywhere
Mid-Autumn Festival Modern Poetry 6 It's Mid-Autumn Festival now.
I don't know the sad month, but it is round.
So is the reflection in the water.
Only occasionally distorted by water waves.
Like a torn heart
I haven't seen the golden bean leaves with my own eyes for a long time.
This is an autumn wedding, and the bride is wearing a golden wedding dress.
Dancing in the bean field, the fragrance of the ground
Even the frightened caterpillar was crushed to death on a quiet dirt road.
They can't bear the smell of autumn.
I wonder if cicadas are still pestering-
I really don't remember.
Paulownia began to feel sad.
Time is up-its leaves have never been picked up again.
A child who can wear a bunch of leaves.
Stand on the windowsill and stare.
Moonlight told him
It's already Mid-Autumn Festival. ...
Mid-autumn moon night
Who is it? Splash a basin of moonlight water
Like the shadow of Chang 'e in Mid-Autumn Festival.
Looking back at the stars playfully.
Like a glass of nectar, drunk WU GANG under the osmanthus tree.
Jade rabbit plucking at her heartstrings.
Put down the ladder and pick me up
Holding the moon.
Dream of a buttonwood tree
Fly to the distant seaside
Listen to the singing of the sea flower.
You lie in your arms.
With a hint of sadness
I am in a trance.
Sleep in the boudoir of the moon
Obsessed star
Laugh at me.
Thin shadows go far.
The sleeping willow whispered between their eyebrows.
I spent the whole night chasing it.
The secret of the moon in the corner of your eye
Mid-Autumn Modern Poetry July light overflows from the fingers of tall buildings.
Osmanthus fragrans plays up the fragrance of autumn.
Street lamps are like strings of pearls, shining on the chest of the city.
Cars are like meteors.
But no longer fly away instantly.
I looked at the window.
In the moon palace of the fifteenth
Does Chang 'e wear new clothes to make osmanthus wine?
Will Yutu finally understand the helplessness of Tang Priest's life?
I want to tell Grandpa Jade Emperor
Moon cakes with fruit flavor on the earth can be stored for eight years without rotting.
Wuliangye's surging appreciation in commercial cabinets is getting higher and higher.
It is impossible to climb the table of ordinary people.
As long as there is.
There is also a crisp cake on the table.
It gives off warmth.
The fragrance of home
reunite
It's the warmest at home.
The only wish.
Modern Poetry of Mid-Autumn Festival 8 The Speed of Radio Waves
But I can't keep up with Yan Fu.
Yin Yan's agility
But I can't catch up with sadness and music singing.
From this time on.
A 5600-mile voyage
Block the last word
Separate you and me in two different worlds.
see you again
This is the second night after you left.
The wind is miserable and my eyes are blurred.
From this time on.
I can't see your voice.
I didn't hear you yelling.
Looking at the grave, I have many ideas.
Drifting from this world to
Another world
But I can't find a window to communicate with my heart.
What accompanies you is that black soil.
Tear your heart to pieces.
Why don't good people live a stable life?
Father-my wail awakened the country of fish and fat.
But it can't go through your sealed cemetery.
The autumn sunset gives off red light.
Rice dyed red in the middle of Shushan dam
And cast your soul.
Ruthless wailing cannon
The future opens the locked tomb door-
Farewell is heartbreaking pain.
That moment
A thousand words choked my throat.
Thirty years of blood.
A child in his thirties.
But that simple father died forever.
Last month's quarrel
This is a farewell between father and son.
Memory shattering
Missing heart
Show a dreary past
Displayed in yin and yang.
But I can't find a bridge.
Have to be treasured
On the rings of memory
From spring and summer to autumn and winter
Day after day, year after year
I will always remember the Mid-Autumn Festival in 20xx.
Mid-Autumn Festival separated by Yin and Yang
Modern Poetry of Mid-Autumn Festival 9 < 1 >
Reunion is difficult.
Climb too high to look at the sky!
On August 15, tears flowed in the countryside.
I can't sleep with the boundless moon shadow!
< 2 >
Play a sad song in autumn night,
The sky is full of silver and light.
100000 people watch the moon together,
Acacia in both places is urgent!
< 3 >
Forget about Mid-Autumn Festival
Don't give up your beauty, separate your troubles,
I'm afraid of the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Emotion burned my throat for three days,
Love is cool, cool.
Send acacia with poetry
(4)
There are many nights in youth.
When you are young, how can you have a glass of wine and love songs?
There are many lovers in the world, but you can't see flowers just because there are no flowers in your heart.
Feelings are ridiculous, and glitz and wealth can tempt several people to win.
When we are often naive, when we are really naive!
〈 5 〉
Empty hate is far-reaching, hope for the motherland, and fight for every inch of land.
Our generation of literati, writing rivers and lakes, are more concerned with infighting and ruling.
The mountains roar and larks fly.
You are famous for your scenery, how dare you jump into the dispute?
Mid-Autumn Modern Poetry 10 is another Mid-Autumn Night.
The moon hangs quietly on the horizon.
I looked at the moon,
She seems to be telling me her wish.
Moonlight is like water,
Sprinkle all over the sky
My mood,
A thousand ideas.
On a moonlit night,
Very beautiful.
On a moonlit night,
With soft thoughts.
The moon in the sky,
As if with blessings.
I can't get rid of my thoughts.
He has a smile on his face.
A kind of happiness,
A kind of sadness,
Air collision.
It hit me deep inside.
A kind of tenderness,
A sweet,
Ripple in my heart.
There is a love that will never change,
The footsteps of years have carved love in my heart.
No matter the seas run dry and the rocks crumble,
Love remains the same.
The moonlight is fading,
Blinking,
I have two tears hanging on my cheeks.
There is a kind of love,
Never get rid of the fetters of life.
Past events floated before my eyes like smoke.
Nostalgia, lingering, missing, a long time ago.
Desire, love, expectation, desire.
I wish you all the best, just to remember ChanJuan forever.
I wish you, just for the same homesickness.
I bless you, only for that love that is more than water.
I bless you only for the expectation that it is hotter than fire.