Prose and poetry of Mid-Autumn Festival? Urgent! !

Xu Zhimo (prose poem), thinking in the Indian Ocean, remembers Mid-Autumn poems with the bright moon and writes new poems for the Mid-Autumn Festival. On this day, the whole family is reunited and the true feelings will never be separated. Two jade rabbits shine in the east, and Chang 'e sings the pear garden. Mid-Autumn Festival is a sea of people, away from Wan Li. San Yao sends a mid-autumn dream of lovesickness. Where are the old friends thousands of miles away? The bright moon is the heart of Chang 'e, and the dust is sprinkled on every festival. Four sweet-scented osmanthus flowers spread to Yuyu, and the moon is clear and bright. WU GANG makes wine in Mid-Autumn Festival, and Chang 'e dances the jade rabbit. Five: "The dragon and the girl like to meet in the rain, and the flowers fall on the full moon and are silent." The Story Of Diu Sim burns incense and worships the moon pavilion, laughing about the marriage chain. "The Mid-Autumn Festival enjoys the moon and tastes the drama, and the aftertaste is new. Every festive season, I miss my relatives, flowers are blooming, and songs haunt Yue Hui. Mid-Autumn Poetry Series The annual Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, and a full moon is hanging in the sky, asking where a beautiful woman can be found. Dancing in Guanghan Palace looks like a hook at first glance, but now it is full of branches. How many people haven't told stories? I was worried about the same thing. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, when the moon is full, love is full, and relatives are looking forward to your conversion. Mid-Autumn Festival only has an affectionate moon, just like Chang 'e, who cooked the lamp oil for two days. She is still homesick for you and me, dreaming of mountains and rivers reaching the full moon, and infatuating with the dew on autumn night. Affectionate love has never wiped the tears of love, and it is difficult to write without words. Two places are separated by a water, and Kyushu is cold and jade. Chang 'e waved his long sleeves alone, and Wu Gang was drunk under the tree for thousands of years. A waning moon is like a machete, hanging in the air to gather murderous look; The full moon is full of wind, full of wild fox tears. "Nine Days in the Mirror" is lonely in all directions. Hundreds of thousands of sheep are ignored at night, and the moonlight is clear. Returning home is like a dream, and missing is not like tears. Letters from home are far away, but sad words are unbearable. The three of us have a thousand drinks together, and we don't know who will get drunk. If we want to swim to the west, the wind will laugh at me severely. Beauty is the real gentleman, and our blue shirts depend on it. Ruthless but lovesick, I want to write a book a lot. Two places are separated by a water, and Kyushu is cold and jade. Chang 'e waved her sleeves and danced in the crowd. WU GANG has been laughing for thousands of years! The guest lights float, the clothes are light, the night is cool and the moonlight is quiet. Chang 'e is in the clouds before the old moon, and it is difficult for gulls and herons on the water to chase autumn. The wind is chaotic, the chrysanthemums are chaotic, the songs are like silk, and the wine is like flowing. This heart longs for the wild goose going south, and tomorrow it will sail alone on the bitter continent. Jade que is blessed by Zen, the annual Mid-Autumn Festival. On the Qingming Festival, the boy rejoiced for Fruit Cake Week. The withered grass was painted yellow until spring, and the sky was bright and blue. Tang Di's heart is empty, and beauty is interested in chasing the wind. Flowers shed songs of love, starlight weaves bright days, crickets dance with leaves in my shadow, and there is always moonlight softly passing through the window edge in the golden melody of autumn night, and there is always moonlight leaking from the leaves in pieces, silently thinking about the bright moon entering the pupil. When I was a child, Lin celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival for the first time, and my mother drew a big circle in my heart. The moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival is round and round in my heart. When I grew up, I left home, but the moon I took away psychologically was always missing something, either the first quarter or the last quarter. Often hurt me psychologically because of carelessness. Why do people wander with the moon? Miss Feng, your face is really beautiful tonight. Miss Yue, this is a cake and this is sugar. Please come down and have a taste.