Zhou Fenqing’s Poetry: Mid-Autumn Moon (six other poems)

Mid-Autumn Moon

The moon is full in Mid-Autumn, and the light in the sky is for you.

It can be seen that remembering each other is painful, thousands of miles away from the beauty of the moon.

Autumn Rain 1

The drizzle wets the golden autumn, the clouds are cold and the wind is cold, and the twilight is sad.

I like to see red pomegranates and jade dew, and I can see branches full of shameful fruits.

Autumn Rain II

A night of autumn sounds and a cool night, a bed of bamboo dreams and a fragrant night.

The water culvert is green and moist, and the bright moon and wind fill the hall.

Mid-Autumn Festival

The full moon coincides with the red mountain beans, and a round ice mirror hangs in the sky.

Thinking about the autumn in a foreign country comforts the wind and rain, and singing about the ancient times over wine.

Thoughts on the Moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival

The mist in the sky disperses, the heart of the moon is round, the piano of heaven and earth plays with light and strings,

The clouds dance in neon clothes, the wind has faith, and sends my feelings to you moon.

Autumn

The heaven and earth are passing by, and the universe is also soft.

The clouds and mountains are refreshing, and the moonlit night is quiet in the north.

The wuye knows the desolation, and the red maple loves mid-autumn.

My heart never grows old after years, and I comb my hair quietly in the snow.

Mid-Autumn Thoughts

The setting sun is deep, and the sunset is about to make up the maple leaf forest.

The Jade Rabbit and Silver Toad are in the sky, the autumn colors are bright and the crickets are singing.

A stranger living alone in a hotel has been in love since ancient times.

I am willing to chase the jade plate and express my love for you, and my tears will never touch my lap.

The clear water of Longquan is sparkling and wrinkled, and the goddess Changnu makes up the lake to find the sound.

It's better to cherish one's self for a night of ice. The end of the world invites the moon to express my regrets.

I advise you to drink a glass of wine, and do not let the silver frost soak into the air.

The cool breeze blows into my dream, and the sky is clear and dark.

Birds sing in the festive season to praise the sunset, and chrysanthemum drinks are full of sweetness.

This is the National Family Reunion Day, and this night will last forever.