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Nian nu jiao Guo dong ting
On the occasion of the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is not a breath of wind on the grass in Dongting Lake. Jade boundary is 30 thousand hectares, give me a boat. The bright moon is in the sky, and the shadow of the Ming River is clear both inside and outside. The bright moon and the bright galaxy reflect their posture in this vast jade scene, and the water surface is bright and clear.
Experience the emptiness of everything, but I don't know how to go out and encourage you. Short hair, small sleeves, cold, steady and wide. Now, I am wearing cold hair and clothes, drifting quietly in this boundless pale sea. I wonder what night it will be.
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This Mid-Autumn Festival poem was written by the author while boating in Dongting Lake. Start with the place and time, and then write about the lake, the ship, the moon and the milky way. At this point, the author thinks of Lingnan's one-year career and feels guilty for doing nothing. The idea that life is too short makes him sad, but he feels a little comforted by sticking to the right path. He wants to use Beidou as a wine spoon and scoop up the Yangtze River to make wine syrup. The style of the whole word is exciting and full of twists and turns.