The seven-character poem describing the Mid-Autumn Festival is as follows:
1. The Seven-character Rhythm of the Mid-Autumn Festival (1)
A new moon is rising in the sky, saying that this scene in the world is the same. The fragrance of osmanthus drifts around the world, and the wispy clouds wrinkle the shadows of the Hongmeng. The nostalgia is endless in the poems and books, and the sweet dreams are endless in the music and harp. It’s time to go up to the high-rise building and there’s still rain and wind in the lakes.
2. Seven Rhythms of the Mid-Autumn Festival (2)
A round flies up to the bright atrium, and the light spreads across the sky and the sea is blue. The clear light flows across the earth, and the cold shadows enter the pavilion. The mountains and rivers are covered with dew, and the blue sky is innocent without stars. Let's wait until the red sun rises in the Ming Dynasty, and sigh Ding Ling alone in the autumn valley.
3. Seven Rules of the Mid-Autumn Festival (3)
Unconsciously knowing that the time sequence is approaching the Mid-Autumn Festival will make everyone in the world sad. Mooncakes should be taxed on sales, but who will be paid when the annual rings pass away? I am ashamed of my salary and shy to welcome guests, but I blame the wind for being too lazy to go upstairs. Because I am afraid that the clear blue sky will fade away, I secretly pray for drizzle to fill China.
4. Seven Rhythms of the Mid-Autumn Festival (4)
Sure enough, the drizzle is all over China, and it is a bit of cool autumn on the earth. Who herds the horses when the years are affectionate? When the country is proud, I climb the stairs. The wind and dampness in the west are surrounded by clouds and servant girls, and the smoke and trees are screened with thick fragrance. I feel so much emotion when I look at it, and I recognize the flying gulls in the hazy painting.
5. Seven Rhythms of the Mid-Autumn Festival (5)
Seeing the autumn wind blowing the fallen leaves again, things are so colorful this year. In the spring, the cauliflowers are planted in vain, and the sound of playing the piano with six fingers is unusual. The green shadow is at the window and the insect is calling the moon. The clear light enters the dream and the bird is carrying the cloud. How can I look back at my horse? This Yiquan is worth a penny.
6. Seven Rhythms of the Mid-Autumn Festival (6)
The sound of drizzle is heavy in the Mid-Autumn Festival, but the news of chrysanthemums has not been heard. If the window is not closed, people are drinking for the first time, and the green trees are mostly withered and half-drunk by the wind. Occasionally there is poetry and ink, but who knows that the mountain shadows are light and smokey. Standing in the dangerous building, I sighed that there was no moon, and I saw a cloud in my hometown in the distance.
7. Seven Rhythms of the Mid-Autumn Festival (7)
The silver wheel gradually rises and the clouds spread, and the blue sea and clear waves raise the brocade sail. A little bit of love gives birth to dew, and the eternal osmanthus falls into the world. I eat Jun Su Run’s red lotus cake and wear my soft white feathered shirt. Don't feel lonely in the Toad Palace, but use the spirit rabbit to send letters.
8. Seven Rhythms of the Mid-Autumn Festival (8)
Standing on the mountain, the sky is about to become dusk, and the boundless autumn water flows across the Yangtze River. The river gulls frequently enter the clouds, and the dark moon rises in the distance and the wind opens the windows. There are sounds of insects outside the window, and bamboo shadows are swaying in the garden. There are many scenes to say, with eyes and smiles everywhere.
9. Seven Rhythms of the Mid-Autumn Festival (Nine)
To whomever the bright moon is round, it shines brightly and beautifully. There should be some chanting in the Qiong Palace, but I sit alone behind the bars but have no sleep. The voice of my heart is always expressed in my dreams, and my love is conveyed in my poems. It's so lonely during the holiday, and the world and heaven are leisurely.