A poem about a person's Mid-Autumn Festival 1. A poem about a person's Mid-Autumn Festival.
Drinking the bright moon alone Li Bai from from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone. No one is with me.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
On August 15th, Du Fu of jathyapple looked at the moon and flew to the mirror, returning to his heart to fold his sword. Turn the tent and travel far, climb the laurel and ascend to heaven.
The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers. At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumnal equinox.
Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian's atrium, crows inhabiting Bai Shu, and silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng. I'm looking forward to the moon tonight. I don't know who will land in Qiu Si! Wang Changling, lying on the high seat in the south study, we opened the curtain-we saw the rising moon.
The clear water-flowing wood flows like waves on our windows and doors. Time flies, calmly, beyond our wisdom, and the old and the new alternate.
Our chosen person, our friend, is singing, perhaps, a sad oriental song by the clear river. A thousand miles away, there is a smell of orchids coming with the wind.
In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
Mid-Autumn full moon, cloudless wet clothes, stars pour out the rules. Lin Dong doesn't interfere with getting up gradually, and seeing the road all over the world.
Can also clearly sing the spirit of Hao, willing to teach the dark to take Dan Zhi. Poor Guan Ye Shan Juanying, waiting for five residual wines.
Guan Shanyue Li Bai Mingyue rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.
The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
Thinking about Li Bai at night, the foot of the bed is so bright, will it have frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
On a willow moonlit night, the moonlight is deeper than that of half a family, and the Big Dipper languishes in the south. Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.
The sound of mica screen in Changshang is dark and the long river is sinking. Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.
Du Fu, a wanderer, heard the drums that predicted the battle. It was the first call of autumn, a wild goose from the border. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
Looking at the moon, I think of a distant moon in Zhang Jiuling, which is now at sea and the horizon is * * * at this time. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. In "Frost Moon", Li Shangyin first heard that there was no cicada, and a hundred feet of water met the sky.
Su E, a young woman, is cold-resistant, fighting with frost in the middle of the month, dreaming of Meng Haoran in the autumn night, hanging under the moon in the autumn sky, and her luster is wet. The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in.
The courtyard is cold and sparse, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent. What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand.
Mid-Autumn Festival in Lu Guimeng and other months, first frost lost late, the wind is like a good season. The curtain leans against the tree, feeling infinite, and the candle is faint and fragrant.
I like to listen to the northern sheng sound, and gradually see the southern star fans. Who is the coolpad of the school and wants to reduce the first round and noon?
Zhuang Ni's Mid-Autumn Festival is too thin to ask words, and the narrow clothes and autumn are already cold. The child is full of memories and it is difficult to walk.
Dew entered the hut, and the sound of streams and stone beaches was loud. The moon came in the mountains at night, and I didn't see it until dawn.
On the night of August 15, Liu Yuxi saw the moon in the dust of Taoyuan, and his feelings were between the fairy houses in the clear autumn. Long and cold, standing on the highest mountain at this time.
Blue is nothing but Feng Yun, and Songshan grows in the water. A group of people are moving leisurely, and Gogoing is thousands of miles away.
Shao Jun led me to the jade altar and invited the real fairy officer to come from afar. Cloud * (left car right car) moves under the starry sky, the sky is happy and the bones are cold.
Jin Xin gradually moved eastward, and the shadow of the wheel still rose. It is difficult to get back together when it is absolutely beautiful, and he should be disappointed on this day.
In the Mid-Autumn Moon, Yan Shu turned to court in ten rounds, and tonight she took people to the corner alone. Su E may have no regrets, but Yuchan is lonely and lonely.
In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
Looking at the moon in the pavilion on the night of August 15th, Bai Juyi, on the night of August 15th the year before last, beside the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool. On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall.
Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast. Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual.
On the night of August 15th, there was a full moon in Tianzhu Temple, Pi Rixiu and laurel seeds, and new discoveries were made in front of the temple. So far, the sky doesn't exist, but Chang 'e should be thrown to people.
2. There are at least 10 poems about Mid-Autumn Festival.
1, when will there be a bright moon? I take my glass from a distance. -Su Shi's "Mid-Autumn Festival with Water Tune and Ice Dust"
2, I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery. -Su Shi's "Mid-Autumn Festival with Water Tune and Ice Dust"
3. It won't happen in the sky until now, but it should be thrown by Chang 'e —— Pi Rixiu's "The Devil in Tianzhu Temple on August 15th"
4, dancing with the wind, I don't know what night it is. -Su Shi's Niannujiao Mid-Autumn Festival
5, dance to understand the shadow, what is it like? The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. -Su Shi's "Mid-Autumn Festival with Water Tune and Ice Dust"
6, round and cold, all words are the same. -Li Qiao's Two Poems about Moon Appreciation in Mid-Autumn Festival (Part Two)
7, Mid-Autumn Festival real name Xiao, into the cavity, that is, Yangguan District is full of cold clouds. -Su Shi's "Yangguanqu"
Ten years have passed, and the Mid-Autumn Festival has been celebrated in ten places. -Fan Chengda's "Water Tune, Decades"
9. Ten rounds of frost shadows turn to court, and tonight is a lonely corner. -Yan Shu's Mid-Autumn Festival Full Moon
10, Mid-Autumn Festival, who and * * *. -Su Shi's "Xijiang Moon" is a big dream on earth.
3. Poems about Mid-Autumn Festival are relatively short, 10.
Drinking the bright moon alone Li Bai from from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone. No one is with me.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
On August 15th, Du Fu of jathyapple looked at the moon and flew to the mirror, returning to his heart to fold his sword. Turn the tent and travel far, climb the laurel and ascend to heaven.
The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers. At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumnal equinox.
Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian's atrium, crows inhabiting Bai Shu, and silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng. I'm looking forward to the moon tonight. I don't know who will land in Qiu Si! Wang Changling, lying on the high seat in the south study, we opened the curtain-we saw the rising moon.
The clear water-flowing wood flows like waves on our windows and doors. Time flies, calmly, beyond our wisdom, and the old and the new alternate.
Our chosen person, our friend, is singing, perhaps, a sad oriental song by the clear river. A thousand miles away, there is a smell of orchids coming with the wind.
In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
Mid-Autumn full moon, cloudless wet clothes, stars pour out the rules. Lin Dong doesn't interfere with getting up gradually, and seeing the road all over the world.
Can also clearly sing the spirit of Hao, willing to teach the dark to take Dan Zhi. Poor Guan Ye Shan Juanying, waiting for five residual wines.
Guan Shanyue Li Bai Mingyue rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.
The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
Thinking about Li Bai at night, the foot of the bed is so bright, will it have frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
On a willow moonlit night, the moonlight is deeper than that of half a family, and the Big Dipper languishes in the south. Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.
The sound of mica screen in Changshang is dark and the long river is sinking. Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.
Du Fu, a wanderer, heard the drums that predicted the battle. It was the first call of autumn, a wild goose from the border. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
Looking at the moon, I think of a distant moon in Zhang Jiuling, which is now at sea and the horizon is * * * at this time. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. In "Frost Moon", Li Shangyin first heard that there was no cicada, and a hundred feet of water met the sky.
Su E, a young woman, is cold-resistant, fighting with frost in the middle of the month, dreaming of Meng Haoran in the autumn night, hanging under the moon in the autumn sky, and her luster is wet. The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in.
The courtyard is cold and sparse, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent. What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand.
Mid-Autumn Festival in Lu Guimeng and other months, first frost lost late, the wind is like a good season. The curtain leans against the tree, feeling infinite, and the candle is faint and fragrant.
I like to listen to the northern sheng sound, and gradually see the southern star fans. Who is the coolpad of the school and wants to reduce the first round and noon?
Zhuang Ni's Mid-Autumn Festival is too thin to ask words, and the narrow clothes and autumn are already cold. The child is full of memories and it is difficult to walk.
Dew entered the hut, and the sound of streams and stone beaches was loud. The moon came in the mountains at night, and I didn't see it until dawn.
On the night of August 15, Liu Yuxi saw the moon in the dust of Taoyuan, and his feelings were between the fairy houses in the clear autumn. Long and cold, standing on the highest mountain at this time.
Blue is nothing but Feng Yun, and Songshan grows in the water. A group of people are moving leisurely, and Gogoing is thousands of miles away.
Shao Jun led me to the jade altar and invited the real fairy officer to come from afar. Cloud * (left car right car) moves under the starry sky, the sky is happy and the bones are cold.
Jin Xin gradually moved eastward, and the shadow of the wheel still rose. It is difficult to get back together when it is absolutely beautiful, and he should be disappointed on this day.
In the Mid-Autumn Moon, Yan Shu turned to court in ten rounds, and tonight she took people to the corner alone. Su E may have no regrets, but Yuchan is lonely and lonely.
In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
Looking at the moon in the pavilion on the night of August 15th, Bai Juyi, on the night of August 15th the year before last, beside the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool. On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall.
Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast. Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual.
On the night of August 15th, there was a full moon in Tianzhu Temple, Pi Rixiu and laurel seeds, and new discoveries were made in front of the temple. So far, the sky doesn't exist, but Chang 'e should be thrown to people.
Look at the moon and children in Mid-Autumn Festival. Su Shi's bright moon is not high in the mountains, but red in thousands of feet. A cup of silver is not full, and the clouds are scattered.
Those who wash God's eyes should welcome the water from Fermin River. Then I will be indifferent to people in the world, just like I am sorry for Zhan Ran.
Mars in the southwest is like a projectile. Its horns and tail are bright and pale. Not tonight, but even fireflies are fighting for the cold.
Who was rowing yesterday? This is a thousand days and nights. The twists and turns have no intention of chasing the waves, and they bow their heads to sacrifice with the song board.
Did Bo * (left wind and right wind) return before the green fluorescence disappeared and turned to the mountain? The bright moon is easy to fall and disperse, and it is even more important to see it when you come back.
The clearer the moonlight in front of the hall, the better, and the cold throat * (the general will get worms) will show grass. Shutters push doors silently, while windows are silent and old.
Du Nan is engaged in shame and poverty, and there are several people who write moon poems. In the Ming dynasty, the personnel were in the same position as the morning glow, and suddenly I dreamed of Yao and Taiwan.
Mid-Autumn Festival, Mifei is poor, Huaihai is wrapped in silver, and Wan Daohong breeds mussels. If there is no labor in the sky, the osmanthus tree will grow long and break the moon.
The moon has how bright, and the moon has how bright. Take care of my bed. I can't sleep at night and wander around in my clothes.
Although the guests are happy, it is better to turn back early. Who should you sue when you leave home alone? Back to my room, tears stained my clothes.
When does Su Shi, the head of water diversion, have a bright moon? Ask about Sky Wine. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time.
I want to go home in the wind, lest it be too cold on the roof. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. There should be no hate, and nothing can be done.
People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
4. Spend the Mid-Autumn Festival doggerel alone
Solo the flowers in the backyard, leaning on your face like flowers.
It's natural to be jealous at once. Before I visited Beiyan, I made a pot in the middle.
Autumn sunset Yaochi banquet, drum test new boat. Close the brothel alone at dusk and naturally come to the moon cave.
Sweep away, people cry green hills. Everyone knows that drums are beating in the middle.
Autumn is not ready, you can play doubles. Solo the flowers in the backyard, leaning on your face like flowers.
Change the spring and summer, and the overstaffing will be changed for nothing. The villain mentioned too much, and the Central Plains remembered the old minister.
Autumn arrow moves today, hitting you 99. Please take Wan Li Road alone, since you are going to travel.
A sleepless night makes people doubt the beauty of Shu Wei. Everyone knows that Nakagawa is happy.
Autumn wind sings, don't hit Iraq. It's no good being alone, it's self-imposed.
The horse suddenly looked nostalgic. It's sad, but the North Sea in Central Africa is mysterious.
Autumn heart still loves, ringing the bell loudly. As a separate scholar, he established his own Han Family City.
No matter how much you win, people know that you are respected. Passers-by set up temples to sacrifice, and the center stole from itself.
Before the autumn wind returns, the magpie throws a golden lamp.
5. Poems about Mid-Autumn Festival are relatively short, 10.
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance.
-Su Shi's "Mid-Autumn Festival with Water Tune and Ice Dust" I hope people will live for a long time and have a beautiful scenery of thousands of miles. -Su Shi's "Mid-Autumn Festival with Water Tunes and Ice Dust" didn't happen in the sky. It should have been thrown to people by Chang 'e.
-Pi Rixiu's "Guizi on the 15th night of August in Tianzhu Temple" dances in the wind, hesitating, and I don't know what kind of dusk it will be. -Su Shi's "Niannujiao Mid-Autumn Festival" is pitiful, where to go?
-Xin Qiji's "Yulan Slow Mid-Autumn Festival Drinking and Meeting Visitors". Round and cold, all the words are the same.
-Li Qiao's "Two Mid-Autumn Moons, Part Two" Mid-Autumn Festival is named Xiao. When it enters the cavity, the sunset glow of Yangguanqu is full of coldness. -Su Shi's "Yangguanqu" has been detailed for decades, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is celebrated at ten places.
-Fan Chengda's "Water Tune, Decades" has been transferred to the court for ten times, and this evening is a lonely corner. -Yan Shu "Who is Mid-Autumn Festival and * * *" Mid-Autumn Festival alone.
-Su Shi's "Xijiang Moon, A Big Dream in the World" If there are no moon-repairing households in the sky, Gui Zhi will support the western wheel. -Mi Fei's Mid-Autumn Festival is poor, Huaihai is wrapped in silver, and everything is red and mussels are precious.
-Miffy Mid-Autumn Festival "Looking at the Moon".
6. Who has a poem about Mid-Autumn Festival?
The journey is long and yellow, adding a few strands of white hair.
Lonely ding leaks, who can understand the mind at this time?
I lost my way in the fog of the slanting moon, so where is my way home?
The Mid-Autumn Festival is full again, but my heart is getting cold.
The sweet-scented osmanthus in Mid-Autumn Festival is fragrant again, but my heart can't find the direction.
The pomegranate in Mid-Autumn Festival smiled again, and the gray curtain of the soul was removed. ...
It's time to start at this moment and have fun with you.
Even far away, there are my relatives everywhere.
My home is everywhere.
Wandering wanderers, the maple leaves are scattered and the moon shadows are mottled.
Sing a poem with Kubinashi rhyme in your heart.
Feel the life on the road of life
I decided to stick to it for you. ...
7. Short poems about Mid-Autumn Festival (more than 5 poems)
On the Mid-Autumn Festival, Du Fu's "The Night of August 15th" looks at the moon and flies in the mirror, returning to the heart to fold the sword.
Turn the tent and travel far, climb the laurel and ascend to heaven. The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers.
At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumnal equinox. ("Complete Tang Poetry") This is the poet's work to avoid chaos and enter Sichuan.
In the first two poems, the feeling of watching the moon is aroused, and the moon on August 15, which symbolizes reunion, is used as a contrast of his wandering worries in a foreign land; After the poem, the two couplets depict the Mid-Autumn Night, and the words such as "seeing feathers" and "counting autumn flowers" are fantastic and romantic, which is unique in Lao Du's poems. Liu Tang Yuxi's "Playing the Moon in the Peach Garden on the 15th of August" is also a leisurely look at the moon in the dust, feeling between the fairy houses in the clear autumn.
Long and cold, standing on the highest mountain at this time. Blue is nothing but Feng Yun, and Songshan grows in the water.
A group of people are moving leisurely, and Gogoing is thousands of miles away. Shao Jun led me to the jade altar and invited the real fairy officer to come from afar.
Clouds want to move under the starry sky, and the sky is cold with joy. Jin Xin gradually moved eastward, and the shadow of the wheel still rose.
It is difficult to get back together when it is absolutely beautiful, and he should be disappointed on this day. Liu Yuxi (772-842), a writer and philosopher in the Tang Dynasty, was born in Luoyang.
This poem has sixteen sentences, and every four sentences have a rhyme, and each rhyme is a natural paragraph. The first paragraph is about playing with the moon in Taoyuan, with the scenery of the moon and the feeling of playing. The second paragraph is about the night of August 15th. The moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival contrasts with the landscape of heaven and earth illuminated by moonlight. The third paragraph is romantic imagination, which describes the feeling of becoming an immortal, from scenery to emotion, producing nature; In the last paragraph, I dragged myself back from my imagination, wrote about sunrise and sunset, and even expressed my feelings about "perfect time" After leaving Taoyuan, it is difficult to relive its significance.
The scenery of the whole poem changes at any time, and the artistic conception changes with the scene, which has a sense of ups and downs. Tang Juyi's "Watching the Pavilion on the 15th night of August" was on the 15th night of August the year before last, next to the apricot garden beside Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall. Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast.
Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual. This poem, when written in Jiangzhou, shows the emotion that extremes meet opposites, and makes a transformation of emptiness in the transformation of time, revealing the transformation of feelings in the transformation of time and space. In contrast, it reveals the sadness in exile.
Pi Rixiu's Guizi in Tianzhu Temple on the 15th night of August in Tang Dynasty saw a jade flower on the moon, which was found in front of the temple. So far, the sky doesn't exist, but Chang 'e should be thrown to people.
("Complete Tang Poetry") Pi Rixiu (about 833-? ), the word escape less, Xiangyang people. Poetry is as famous as Lu Guimeng's, and there is also a book called "The Book of Approval".
This poem describes sweet-scented osmanthus, which falls on the mountain as pure as jade and is more crystal clear in the moonlight. Picking up flowers with dew is more nourishing, and I want to be the Chang 'e scattered all over the earth. The whole poem is full of falsehood, ethereal and meaningful, with the Mid-Autumn Festival as the theme, it shows the full love of enjoying the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it is wonderful to see the big from the small.
Song Sushi's Mid-Autumn Moon Tour: The bright moon is not out of the mountain, and the red light is thousands of feet. A cup of silver is not full, and the clouds are scattered.
Those who wash God's eyes should welcome the water from Fermin River. Then I will be indifferent to the people in the world, just like I am sorry for Zhan Ran.
Mars in the southwest is like a projectile. Its horns and tail are bright and pale. Not tonight, but even fireflies are fighting for the cold.
Who was rowing yesterday? This is a thousand days and nights. The twists and turns have no intention of chasing the waves, and they bow their heads to sacrifice with the song board.
Before the extinction of green fluorescence, it crossed mountains and mountains, and the waves were rough. Will the wind get stronger? The bright moon is easy to fall and disperse, and it is even more important to see it when you come back.
The clearer the moonlight in front of the hall, the better. Is it cold to swallow? Morning dew grass Shutters push doors silently, while windows are silent and old.
Du Nan is engaged in shame and poverty, and there are several people who write moon poems. In the Ming dynasty, the personnel were in the same position as the morning glow, and suddenly I dreamed of Yao and Taiwan.
This long poem is composed of 28 couplets of 14, which can be described as a Mid-Autumn Festival poem. From the rise of the moon to the setting of the moon, this poem not only vividly describes the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, but also vividly describes the personnel in the Mid-Autumn Festival.
The poem "If a cup of silver is not full, it will go like a wave" is impressive, "Whoever washes his eyes for God should meet the water" has a unique imagination, "A thousand lights change overnight", "Going to the festival with his head down" tells the folk custom, "It is more important to call for wine when he returns" and "How many people are interested in the bright moon poem", and the whole poem is intertwined with the scenery. Fei Mid-Autumn Festival looks at the poor moon, Huaihai is wrapped in silver, and all kinds of red mussels are precious.
If there is no labor in the sky, the osmanthus tree will grow long and break the moon. Mid-Autumn Festival poem "Mid-Autumn Festival" (Tang) Li Puhao's mirror rises in the sky, and the fairy is silent in the clouds; A full round, accompanied by Wan Liyun; The sly rabbit falls the string, and the demon frog rests in front of him; Lingcha plans to go hand in hand until the Milky Way is completely clear.
"Playing the Moon on August 15th" (Tang) Liu Yuxi will wash the world again tonight. Summer retreats and autumn retreats.
The stars are shining and the breeze is bright. What can change the human world is Yujing in You Ran.
"Water Tune Song Tou" (Song) Su Dongpo was drinking happily in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Drunk, writing this article, pregnant.
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I want to go home by the wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu. It's unattainable! Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.
The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
In the Mid-Autumn Moon (Song Dynasty), Su Shi's twilight clouds were full of cold, and the silver-haired people silently turned to the tracts. This life is not a long night, where to see the bright moon next year. "Tai Chang Yin" (Song) Xin Qiji's autumn shadow turned into a golden wave, flying the mirror and grinding it again.
Ask Heng E about wine: What should I do if I am cheated by white hair! Take the wind, go up to Wan Li and look down at the mountains and rivers. Go dancing in Guangxi.
Human nature is clearer. Taiwanese folk song: "Mid-Autumn Thoughts" looks at geese alone, and misses mink for a thousand dollars; The autumn in my hometown recalls the bright moon, and the night terrors in foreign countries.
My hand hasn't climbed over osmanthus, so it's still a banana; Climb the stairs to make a sad contribution and look at the western sky and the sea. "Homesickness on a Moonlit Night" stars are thin and the moon is cold and easy to get rid of the Milky Way, and everything is silent. Where is Wan Li's Shanjia? I have a lot of worries when I come at night.
"Suffering" is late at night, the moon is high and the day is high, and it is silent; Sleepy eyes, like a dream; Living everywhere is restless, and my hometown is in my heart; Suffering is like burning the heart of a king. Mid-Autumn Poetry-Han and Wei Poetry 1, an ancient poem: The bright moon shines at night, which promotes the east wall.
Yuheng refers to Meng Dong, and the stars are vivid. Thousands of years of exposure to weeds, the season suddenly changes.
In the woods of Qiu Chan, this mysterious bird died peacefully. Yesterday, I was a friend of the same family, holding high and shaking six purlins.
If you don't want to join hands, you will abandon me like a relic. There is one in Nanji North.