Yang Ping's Poems: Mid-Autumn Moon (I)

Jump from the lake into the glass.

Missing makes reunion a box of extravagant hopes.

Drink with homesickness

The gluttony stories of dozens of generations on the tip of her tongue

Still so bright

Because drunken autumn brings cool wind.

The moon is with me.

I have a successful ID card in my sleep.

Lost in this sad city again

Look, look, find an ideal, find a bunch.

Old rusty and useless stone tablet village

Potted begonia didn't know it was a cliff outside the window.

Epiphyllum smiled and died in the moonlight.

A osmanthus tree hiding in the dark, emitting a faint fragrance.

Ask the palace in the sky

Then why is Mingyue still working overtime?

Full moon. melancholy autumn thoughts

The moon is so big.

The moon cake is so small.

I want to eat another piece.

"Give your brother even points.

family

It's open.

Still round ... "

The moonlight leaked into the wine.

I prepared a piece specially.

Dried bean curd with wine

There are walnuts in the moon cake.

Walnuts nourish the brain and eat smart.

You shake hands.

Sister and I will take it away from you.

One for her and one for me.

I will return the wine I owe you to Moonlight.

Here's to your cigarette burning to the end.

You haven't tasted that moon cake yet.

As complete as a child.

Keep it for me.

Dad, one year, two years, three years. ...

How many full moon nights?

Awaken by lovesickness every night.

Above Zhaotaishan cemetery

I saw you. Have you seen me?