-To Treasure Island
Yuan
There are 365 wine glasses.
Stand tonight
On the 960-square-kilometer Eight Immortals Table.
Pour 1 1 100 million ideas.
Sacrifice the Moon
There is a graceful Huansha girl dreaming.
Wash in the lake of your nostalgic heart
There is a piece in that piece.
Cloud in hometown
(Mother's tears)
On that cloud
Four seasons in full bloom)
There is a laurel tree by the window.
Make poetic elegance
Open "Shan Hai Wei Jingjing"
Xifei
There is a neem tree in Xishan.
Olives shed tears one by one.
Tears are green.
What you plant, the land will grow.
There are
Forty years of straits
Zhengde
this evening
the mid autumn moon
Yang Ran
Only China has the moon tonight.
Only China has such a big, bright and round moon.
Such a heavy moon is the soul of China people hanging in the sky.
Ah! Mid-Autumn Festival
Only China people are watching the moon tonight.
China's most open secret pain, sighing at night.
After filariasis in July, mother dressed us again.
Awarded the thirty-fifth skirt. Crickets will come under my bed again.
But the ancient tears are still so big.
Flip through history and years.
The moon, the moon, shines from ancient times to modern China.
China is the most emotional tonight.
Fill the distance between the two sides of the Taiwan Strait with expectation
Windows that are pushed open at the same time
On this shore, on the other side.
Focus one-fifth of human eyes on the moon together.
Every face is half cloudy and half eyes.
The broken moon is here, and the last moon in contact is in the sky.
Write affectionate, in shallow water.
Even if it is washed away by the water, I will still write, year after year.
Eyes that can't fly meet on the moon.
When the sound can't fly, it jingles at sea.
That bottle of wine that hasn't been opened in 35 years.
Or the smell of osmanthus wine, or the color dyed by chrysanthemum.
The sober drunkard has been drinking for 5,000 years.
Remember the tears, the Qiang flute under the beacon tower.
China's pass, though not Han's.
Planes in the sky have wheels on the water and trains underground.
The month of China is still the month of Qin Dynasty.
It was also the round when Li Bai raised a glass and invited Su Shi to ask for wine.
I still remember the willow climbing on the ancient road in Yangguan, and the sunset in Leyuan Scenic Area was like blood.
I still remember that Jiangnan is green on both sides of the strait, and I woke up in Qin E to say goodbye.
Moon in China, don't be so sad and hate forever?
According to the imperfection of Kyushu, the voice of meditation choked like this.
It's just a temporary meeting on the moon, where there is a sea without a gorge.
Is there a Chinese face I don't want to look in the mirror?
There is Yangming Mountain, and here is Dongyue Mountain.
There is Sun Moon Lake, and here is Yunmeng Gu Ze.
Can't cut the moon in half, blame this ancestor's day.
If you want to complain, blame the homesickness that makes people add white hair frequently.
Complain about homesickness, homesickness and homesickness too much.
Strange dragon and phoenix, Great Wall, Yellow River Acacia.
Complain about the constant love between father and son, mother and daughter, husband and wife, brother and sister.
Complain, the closest person, the most complaining.
Only China, tonight is really a dream.
The name of the moon is lost, and the bright moon is no longer called the bright moon.
China called it reunion.
China opened all the windows tonight, ah! Mid-Autumn Festival