Mid-Autumn Festival English Poetry

1, English: May we all live a long life. Although far apart, we can still share the beauty of the moon together. -Su Shi's "Water Carving Song Tou Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bin". English: I wish people a long journey. -Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bing. 2. English: Chang 'e should regret steaming the elixir of life. -Li Shangyin's Chang 'e. China people: Chang 'e should regret stealing the elixir. The sky is clear and the night is bright. -Li Shangyin's "the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon" and "Jiande Jiangsu" [Tang] Meng, for example, moved the boat to berth * * to intercede, and the sunset closed new worries. Ye Kuangtian is a low tree, and Jiang Qingyue is a neighbor. "Jiande Jiangsu" [Tang] Meng moved the boat to smoke, and the sunset was new. Ye Kuangtian is a dwarf tree, Jiang Qingyue's neighbor. Mid-Autumn Festival Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. We are very excited. Autumn night and the moon have been together since the beginning. Then call it. There's no reason to see Iraq again. In recent days, I unexpectedly want to eat a big meal again. In respect and leisure, I gathered my eyebrows and sighed. Arouse old worries. Items cannot be attracted. Time flies, but when Xie Lan is released, the flowers fade, but in an instant. Color clouds are easy to disperse and glass is fragile, which is a problem before inspection. On a romantic night, there are several traces of the past. Endure thinking and memory. This kind of retrospect is broken and eternal. When we reached Xiandao and Guiming Road, there was no news. Sauvignon Blanc painted drums and noisy streets, blue lights filled the city, and the early moon shone in Yancheng. The night view of Jiangque in the capital of Qing Dynasty, with silver arrows and golden stems. Streets crisscross. Go through Pingkangfeng and listen to the music slowly. Phoenix candle shines. There is no incense screen in that house. For Luo Qi, I can vaguely recognize the old days, and the elegance has faded. Jiao Bo Ye Yan and Qiao Xiao still greeted each other on purpose. It is difficult to write deeply and sincerely when the wall falls and everyone stands. I don't know, those famous officials have been arrested, and they have all been reduced in customs over the years. Full moon, full moon, full moon, full moon. Competition is still insufficient. Just like the young people in the bridal chamber, they will meet temporarily and leave as they used to. The small building is on the threshold, which was last year's season. The clear sky is still there, and the night is always disgusting. The partridge blew the residual smoke into the night wind. A bright moon hangs on the porch. Because the road is far away, people are still far away, and my heart is different. Affectionate and considerate. Yun Lan went back to recognize without a trace. I should have been born in the past, and I love to keep Yuanyang in two places. At 12 o'clock in the afternoon (autumn night), there is light smoke on the moon, and the wind shines like washing. Jue Cui Zhang, Liang Sheng. Gradually enter the slight cold weather. Broken leaves knock on the window, and the west wind fills the courtyard. If you can't sleep, get up. It is even more worrying, and it is worrying, and all kinds of feelings are born together, which are worrying. God knows, at that time, it was very memorable. The night is always there, clearly beside the bed, watching diligently. The candle is dim, the wine is awake, and Yuan Lai is in a dream. Come to sleep, get dressed and sit alone with mixed feelings. How can I get benefits, reconcile sex, and then make the rest of the incense quilt? I want to tell God that I will never give up from now on. Nian Nujiao. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, osmanthus blossoms in Wen Zhiming, and the jade color floats. In the first month, the streets are full of flowers, and the night is as cold as washing. The wind is full of eyebrows and cold, and people are in the Crystal Palace. Yan Longjian, the scenery is clumsy and ethereal. First frost is everywhere. I want to fly over the colorful clouds. I remember last evening, wine kiosks and light moon clouds came and went. Qiu Guang, thousands of miles away, did it in the blink of an eye yesterday. The bluebird comes from the west, and Chang 'e reports my courtesy. Send a message, don't be afraid of Shen Zui. The atrium faces the white arboreal crow, and the cold dew silently infiltrates the ant nest. The moon looks brighter tonight. I don't know what any family thinks in autumn!