Ask for some modern poems about moon cakes that can be integrated into homesickness.

My mind is round.

Ai Qing

My mind is round.

The Moon of Mid-Autumn Festival in August

It is also the brightest and roundest.

No matter how high the mountain is, how wide the sea is.

The whole world can see it.

On such a night.

What do you think?

My mind is round. I want to send a red leaf to the distant Yelang country, but I heard that there is Li Bai's sadness and a heavy autumn.

Watermelon and apple are round.

People who are reunited are happy.

It is painful to be divided into flesh and blood.

People who miss their loved ones

Look at the bright moon in the sky

Who can swallow moon cakes?