An ancient poem describing the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Looking at the moon and thinking about a Tang Zhang Jiuling in the distance
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.
Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
Playing with the Moon on August 15th, Yuxi, Liu Tang
Tonight the sky will wash the world again. Go to Qiu Lai in summer. The stars are shining and the breeze is bright. What can change the human world is Yujing in You Ran.
Mid-Autumn Festival Waiting for the Moon Tang Lugui's Dream
It's late in first frost, and the wind is like a good season. The curtain leans against the tree, feeling infinite, and the candle is faint and fragrant.
I like to listen to the northern sheng sound, and gradually see the southern star fans. Who is the coolpad of the school and wants to reduce the first round and noon?
? Looking at the bright moon on fifteen nights, Tang
There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.
I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.
《? Under the autumn moon, there is a bosom "Tang Meng Haoran)
Autumn moon hangs in the sky and Guanghua is wet. The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in.
The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent. What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand.