Poems about children sending moon cakes to their parents in Mid-Autumn Festival.

Seven-syllable/seven-syllable metrical poem

Drinking alone on the moon doesn't make you feel fragrant, but you always listen in your dreams.

It's hard to be a shadow of the spring porch across the ocean, and I hope to come to Lan. (Chun Xuan: Parents. Gui Lan: Children)

I'm a stranger, and I'm worried about the water. (intervention: it can be understood as going to other places. In the second half, I'm afraid they're not doing well there. )

Dongfeng couldn't understand people's wishes and gave the pavilion to Liu Seqing.

A proud sword of Lingyun.