Mid-Autumn Festival classic poetry reading manuscript 0 1
My missing is a round composition: 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.
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?
Mid-Autumn Festival classic poetry recitation manuscript 02
For Mid-Autumn Festival
Author: empty horse
apple
On your plump and round body
Take a hard bite.
It will be full of autumn.
You haven't cried pain yet.
The bright moon soon thinned out.
banana
Bring up the first moon.
Please allow me to gently take off its golden clothes.
That weak and delicate body.
Tonight is my shy bride.
Sitting in the moonlight like water
Wait for me to kiss you
grace cup
Missing is bottled.
When I opened it, it was a night called Mid-Autumn Festival in autumn.
The lonely reflection of my hometown floats in a glass of wine.
We don't say anything
Drink it all at once.
burn joss sticks
I got down on my knees.
It's the evening of August 15.
Light a candle for my ancestors.
Moonlight reveals the harvest in autumn.
Everything is auspicious.
Mid-Autumn Festival classic poetry recitation manuscript 03
Thinking of enjoying the moon in Mid-Autumn Festival
Author: Guo Ziping
Wandering between reunion and parting
It's the Mid-Autumn Festival for Wanderers.
Tianhe straight into the giants, overwhelming urban desert.
Night shadows nourish dreams and condense the oasis of the soul.
A runaway child.
Suddenly, I was unfamiliar with the flashy beauty in front of me.
I miss my mother
Mend the old worries under the old house
Tears drift along the autumn leaves.
Hanging on the dry eyelashes of the treetops at the entrance to the village.
There was a stop.
A lonely boat with a bright moon reunion
miss
If it weren't for the years.
Maybe I forgot you.
There are always so many reasons to break up.
When we meet, we feel far apart.
Moon in Mid-Autumn Festival
Still so single-minded year after year
Quadruple fate
Interlaced between lost clutches
Walking with wandering eyes.
Flowing through the wanderer's post station.
Waited all night
An empty ship has no words.
think
Touch the moonlight on your head
Continuous carding