Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan"
The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.
Lover complains about the distant night, but falls in love 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.
Su Shi
When will the bright moon come?
Ask the sky for wine.
I don’t know what year it is in the palace in the sky.
I want to ride the wind back home,
but I am afraid of the beautiful buildings and beautiful buildings.
It is too cold at high places.
I dance to clear my shadow. ,
How does it seem to be in the human world.
Turn to Zhuge,
low Qihu,
shine without sleep.
There should be no hatred,
No matter how long it takes to say goodbye, everything will be fine.
People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions,
The moon waxes and wanes,
This is difficult to do in ancient times.
I wish you a long life,
Thousands of miles away, I love Chanjuan.
Selected poems for the Mid-Autumn Festival:
Drinking alone under the moon
Li Bai
A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a 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.
The moon 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 frost and snow on the waterway, and feathers can be seen on the forest habitat.
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 he was lying high in Nanzhai, he 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 are all gone and overflowing with coldness, and the silver man turns 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
Already 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.