Dedicated to provide you with high-quality documents/double-click can be divided into Mid-Autumn Modern Poetry Reading Chapter I: Mid-Autumn Modern Poetry Reading Mode Mid-Autumn Night, Jingui fragrance, Mid-Autumn Night, full moon and gentle wind are good seasons; Gui Xiang lifted up your homesickness, and the moonlight lit up your homesickness; Wan Li looks at the blue sky, the stars and the moon are bright, the autumn chrysanthemums are in full bloom, and the fragrance is overflowing, lingering in the heart, looking forward to reunion on holidays, just to ripen and miss; Fifteen nights, hometown month, people are looking forward to it, just send it away! Occasionally, a gust of wind blows away Chang 'e's laughter and dance, with long sleeves and continuity; The flute is playing rural songs, singing songs and chanting songs. Jade liquid is full, Joan's cup is slippery, and the bright moon invites you to drink, * * * to relieve homesickness! Wandering heart, praying heart and pious heart are warm together at this moment! The red light is beautiful, affectionate and full of human touch; Different customs, graceful, * * * express truth, goodness and beauty! Let's sit hand in hand in a full moon, pass on that yearning, and integrate (Mid-Autumn modern poetry recitation) into beautiful memories; Let us shoulder to shoulder, form a full moon, pass on that blessing, and meet for eternal happiness! Tonight this life, tonight this month, tonight this life, tonight this month, not long, I hope people will live for a long time, thousands of miles away! Chapter two: Mid-Autumn modern poetry recitation Mid-Autumn modern poetry recitation Mid-Autumn night is a good time for Jingui fragrance; Gui Xiang lifted up your homesickness, and the moonlight lit up your homesickness; Wan Li looks at the blue sky, the stars and the moon are bright, the autumn chrysanthemums are in full bloom, and the fragrance is overflowing, lingering in the heart, looking forward to reunion on holidays, just to ripen and miss; Fifteen nights, hometown month, people are looking forward to it, just send it away! Occasionally, a gust of wind blows away Chang 'e's laughter and dance, with long sleeves and continuity; The flute is playing rural songs, singing songs and chanting songs. Jade liquid is full, Joan's cup is slippery, and the bright moon invites you to drink, * * * to relieve homesickness! A wandering heart, a praying heart, a pious heart, at this moment.
2. Contemporary poems about Mid-Autumn Festival.
Where the moon rises.
-Author: Kojima
Moon rises
The sound of a carving returning to the nest.
There are fish jumping out of blue light.
There is a piano playing an old legend.
I don't know whose eyes.
Fall on the birch tree and blink.
Show wisdom and detachment
night
But throw it on the moon.
Infinite tenderness
It was also that night.
Those posted on the window
Grandma cut off the window grilles.
Wrapped in ice flowers
In my dream
It melted.
(Sarthou: a place name in Daqing,
Mongolian means "the place where the moon rises")
Zhong Qiu
Chinese
When the Mid-Autumn Moon suddenly falls,
Someone panicked.
The moonlight fell like a bullet.
It hurts people.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is covered with a dark blue cloak.
Is that my bulletproof vest?
People hide in every happy place,
One night, I want to see my hometown.
Mid-Autumn Festival makes people strong.
Everyone is eating moon cakes.
The moon cake is as long as mine.
We were ambushed by the moon.
Singing cold and summer,
Black and blue.
3. Mid-Autumn homesick poems 1, Mid-Autumn Festival
Author: Li Pu
When the mirror rises in the sky, the clouds are silent;
A full round, accompanied by Wan Liyun;
The sly rabbit falls the string, and the demon frog rests in front of him;
Lingcha plans to go hand in hand until the Milky Way is completely clear.
A bright moon rises slowly from the horizon, and everything is silent except the breeze; This round of full moon is enough to spread evenly, and the clouds are shining; Quote the legend about the moon, that is, there are rabbits and toads in the moon. I want to take the moon on Lingcha (a boat raft that can go to Tianhe) and travel in space after the Milky Way is completely clarified.
2. Two Mid-Autumn Moon Night Songs, Part II
Author: Li Qiao
Round and cold, all the words are the same.
Know that thousands of miles away, there is no rain and no wind?
A bright moon rises in the night sky. It is said that everywhere is the same moonlight. Who knows that thousands of miles away, there is no wind and rain?
3. Dengguazhou _ Baidu Chinese
Author: Wang Anshi
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
In the spring night, the boat was moored on the shore of Guazhou, and I looked at the Jingkou on the other side of the river. I thought to myself, there are only a few mountains from Zhongshan where I live, and the warm spring breeze blows the vegetation on the south bank of the Yangtze River green. When can I return to my hometown under the bright moonlight?
4. Mid-Autumn Moon in Yangguan District
Author: Su Shi
The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts.
If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
As night falls, the clouds are exhausted, the human world is full of cold, the milky way is silent, and the bright moon is idling, as white as a jade plate.
Every Mid-Autumn Festival night in my life, the moonlight is mostly covered by clouds, and I rarely encounter such beautiful scenery as today. It is really hard to get! But where shall I go to enjoy the moon next Mid-Autumn Festival?
5, "Night Thoughts"
Author: Li Bai
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
The bright moonlight sprinkled on enough paper, as if the ground had been frosted.
I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my hometown in the distance.
4. Mid-Autumn homesick modern poetry-modern poetry
1. Island: the place where the moon rises.
Moon rises
The sound of a carving returning to the nest.
There are fish jumping out of blue light.
There is a piano playing an old legend.
I don't know whose eyes.
Fall on the birch tree and blink.
Show wisdom and detachment
night
But throw it on the moon.
Infinite tenderness
It was also that night.
Those posted on the window
Grandma cut off the window grilles.
Wrapped in ice flowers
In my dream
It melted.
(Sarthou: a place name of Daqing, which means "the place where the moon rises" in Mongolian)
2. Mid-Autumn Festival
1.
If this is a breakup.
In my young heart
Can I forgive you?
Like fallen leaves can forgive the wind.
misbehavior
Youth can forgive years.
Erase her
2.
Crickets no longer make sounds.
Pomegranate trees are covered with crimson fruits.
The last rain wet the wild roses.
They say the roses by the lake are like songs.
Will you sit under the moon?
Hear me sing
Listen to my song and fly to the mountains.
Fly over the lake
Fly to the full moon
3.
Life is a difficult play.
The stage was crowded with people.
No lights, no music.
Only with my loud voice
Sing the song whose name I forgot.
So what?
The years will go on
I don't know when to part again.
4.
The moon has risen into the sky.
It turns out that the lake will also have tidal sounds.
It turns out that it is eternal from beginning to end.
Just the full moon and the lack of the moon.
In the pale forest
Autumn chrysanthemum blooms.
below the moon
You and I say goodbye with tears.
1992 10 October 9th
3. Mid-Autumn Moon
Moon in Mid-Autumn Festival
Always so melancholy.
Like the sadness of hollow autumn water
With my helpless sadness.
Stretch out your slender hand
Cut through a wisp of hazy moonlight
Let me collect the loneliness tonight
Osmanthus fragrans in August began to smell sweet.
but I ...
I can't find the direction when I come.
4. Mid-Autumn Festival
If this is a breakup.
In my young heart
Can I forgive you?
Just like fallen leaves can forgive the rudeness of the wind.
Youth can forgive years for erasing her.
Crickets no longer make sounds.
Pomegranate trees are covered with crimson fruits.
The last rain wet the wild roses.
They say the roses by the lake are like songs.
Will you sit under the moon?
Hear me sing
Listen to my song and fly to the mountains.
Fly over the lake
Fly to the full moon
Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry —— Foreign Poetry
1. Venice Boat Song
Moore House ○ translated by Shang Jiaxiang
When the wind blew through Nabia Zeta that night,
Oh, Nina, do you know who is waiting here?
Although you are wearing a veil, I can see that,
You know love burns in my heart like fire.
I disguised myself as a boatman and waited here.
I tell you trembling: "The ship is ready."
Ah, come on! When the dark clouds still cover the bright moon,
Come on! Let's use this moonlit night to fly away from home!
2. Hao Yue
Translated by Wei Erlun Gray [France]
The moon shines on the forest,
On branches and under leaves.
voice
Ah, the people in my heart.
The pond is like a deep mirror.
Reflecting the shadow of the black willow,
The wind whimpered at the willow tips. ...
Dream on, it's time.
Broad and warm peace
Seems to have come down.
A starry sky
This is a happy moment.
5. I don't know modern poems about Mid-Autumn Festival.
When did the month begin to appear?
Since when does light illuminate the ground,
Wanderers outside,
Have you ever seen the moon?
Does the light illuminate your way home?
Do you remember your old mother at home?
Do you miss that childish child?
Remember the path in front of your house?
The moonlight shines on the road,
Tears fell on the road,
Missing is scattered on that road,
Happiness is at the end,
Did you get a look at him?
See the mother leaning against the door?
See that child running in the yard?
Tired,
Tired,
Sleepy,
Tired of it.
It's time to go home,
That road has always been there,
When you come back,
Wanderers outside!
At the full moon,
In the long river of missing,
Wandering,
Hesitant,
It's time to go home,
That little orange light at home,
Waiting for your light.
[Please go home for Mid-Autumn Festival]
6. Mid-Autumn Festival in the Indian Ocean Qiu Si Xu Zhimo's Modern Poetry (Prose)
Mid-autumn poetry
one
Tianya and the bright moon often remember each other and write new poems for the Mid-Autumn Festival.
On this day, the whole family is reunited and the true feelings will never be separated.
two
Jade rabbit shines on the earth, and Chang 'e sings pear garden.
Mid-Autumn Festival is a sea of people, away from Wan Li.
three
Sending a Mid-Autumn Dream of Acacia from afar, where is the old friend going?
The bright moon is the heart of Chang 'e, and the dust is sprinkled on every festival.
four
Sweet-scented osmanthus spreads to Yuyu, and the moon is clear and bright.
WU GANG makes wine in Mid-Autumn Festival, and Chang 'e dances the jade rabbit.
five
"Dragon girl likes to meet in the rain, full moon, silent.
The Story Of Diu Sim burns incense and worships the moon pavilion, laughing about the marriage chain. "
The Mid-Autumn Festival moon-watching drama has a new aftertaste.
Every festive season, I miss my relatives, flowers are blooming, and songs haunt Yue Hui.
Mid-autumn poetry
The annual Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, and the round moon is hanging in the sky.
Ask from afar where to find a beautiful woman, and dance in Guanghan Palace.
The moon used to look like a hook at first glance, but now it is full of branches.
How many people haven't told stories? I was worried about the same thing.
On the Mid-Autumn Festival, when the moon is full, love is full, and relatives are looking forward to your conversion.
Mid-Autumn Festival is just a passionate month, just like Chang 'e.
After cooking the lamp oil, the guest still wants you to kiss me.
Dream of mountains and rivers to the full moon, crazy about the dew on autumn night.
Affectionate love has never wiped the tears of love, and it is difficult to write without words.
Two places are separated by a water, and Kyushu is cold and jade.
Chang 'e waved his long sleeves alone, and Wu Gang was drunk under the tree for thousands of years.
A waning moon is like a machete, hanging in the air to gather murderous look;
The full moon is full of wind, full of wild fox tears.
For nine days, Yun Hanlun was a mirror, and the four sides were still in my heart.
At night, 100,000 birds despise it, and the moonlight is clear.
Returning home is like a dream, thinking is not like tears.
Letters from home are sent far away, and sad words are unbearable.
Three people drink a thousand lamps, and I don't know who is drunk and who is clean.
If you want to find a boat, you will laugh at me.
Beautiful women are real gentlemen, but our blue shirts are very late.
Triple golden gate dust-free shoes, a hundred-year breeze around the idle stream.
The water in a lake is ancient and modern, so you don't have to climb the Lingyun ladder.
Sister e is still here today, but has anyone seen Yaotai change companies?
Wear a thin shirt at night to watch the full moon and enjoy the dew in Qiu Meng.
Ruthless but lovesick, I want to write a book a lot.
Two places are separated by a water, and Kyushu is cold and jade.
Chang 'e waved her sleeves and danced in the crowd. WU GANG has been laughing for thousands of years!
The guest lights float, the clothes are light, the night is cool and the moonlight is quiet.
Chang 'e is in the clouds before the old moon, and it is difficult for gulls and herons on the water to chase autumn.
The wind is chaotic, the chrysanthemums are chaotic, the songs are like silk, and the wine is like flowing.
This heart longs for the wild goose going south, and tomorrow it will sail alone on the bitter continent.
Jade que is blessed by Zen, the annual Mid-Autumn Festival.
On the Qingming Festival, the boy rejoiced for Fruit Cake Week.
The withered grass was painted yellow until spring, and the sky was bright and blue.
Tang Di's heart is empty, and beauty is interested in chasing the wind.
Flowers are singing the song of love.
Stars weave a bright day.
Crickets are in my shadow
Dance with the leaves
Play the golden melody of autumn night
There is always moonlight.
Gently through the edge of the window
There is always moonlight.
Fragments leaked from the leaves.
Silently miss
Yuetong
The bright moon stayed all night.
I was lonely all night.
Wandering Mid-Autumn Festival Forest
When I was young, I celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival for the first time.
Mother drew a big circle in my heart.
Since then, the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival
In my heart, it is round and full.
When I grew up, I left home.
The moon was taken away by my heart.
But something is always missing.
It's either winding or winding.
Curved moon
Hanging in the air is often careless.
This hurts me psychologically.
Why, people are drifting?
Will the moon wander with it?
Feng is on Mid-Autumn Festival.
Moon girl,
Tonight,
Your face is really beautiful.
Moon girl,
This is a cake,
This is sugar,
Please come down and have a taste.
7. What bright moons miss parents in modern Mid-Autumn Poetry? They make sounds on the branches and leaves, and people are in their hearts.
The pond is like a deep mirror, reflecting the shadow of the black willow, and the wind is sobbing at the tip of the willow ... Dream on, it's time. The vast and warm peace seems to be coming from the starry sky. This is a happy moment.
Modern poems describing Mid-Autumn Festival in English: Moon, Moon, your beauty haunts my heart, my soul. Oh, your beautiful moon, so close, so bright; Your beauty makes me like a child, crying out for your light: a child who lifts every arm and holds you in his arms to keep warm. Although there are birds singing in their throats with your white beam tonight, let me speak for me in deep silence, not for their sweet notes: who is worried that the failure of music is greater than your night? It means: your beauty haunts my heart. Oh, you wonderful moon, so real and Ming Che.
Your beauty made me like the child who cried for your light: the little guy opened his arms and held you in her warm arms. Although there are birds singing loudly tonight, your white brilliance permeates their voices. I express my feelings with deep silence, which is deeper than the most euphemistic singing: if someone's enthusiasm for you is hard to convey, this person's enthusiasm for you is far better than those nightingales.
1. Island: Where the moon rises, the moon rises with the sound of carving returning to the nest, the fish leaps out of blue light, and the piano plays an ancient legend. Many unknown people's eyes fell on the birch tree, revealing the wisdom and detachment of the night, but casting infinite tenderness at the moon. It was also the window cut by those old ladies who stuck on the window that night, wrapped in ice flowers and melted in my dream (Sarthou: a place name of Daqing, which means "the place where the moon rises" in Mongolian). Mid-autumn festival 1. If I leave you once in my young mind, can I forgive you, just as leaves can forgive the wind and rudeness, and youth can forgive the years for erasing her? 2. Crickets stopped making noise, pomegranate trees were covered with blushing fruits, and the last rain wet wild roses (they said that the roses by the lake were like songs). Will you sit under the moon and listen to me sing? Fly into the mountains, fly over the lake to the full moon. Life is a difficult play. There is no light or music on the stage surrounded by everyone. What if I sing that song with a loud voice that I forgot my name? The moon has risen into the air, and there will be tidal sound in the lake. What remains unchanged from beginning to end is the full moon, the lack of chrysanthemum in the forest, and the full bloom of the moon. You and I bid farewell to the hometown of the moon with tears in our eyes. There is a moon in the sky and a moon in the water. The moon in the water looks down at the sky and the water. One is in the water and the other is in a foreign land in the sky. The stars shine in the Mid-Autumn Festival. In the deep blue sky, a round moon like a jade plate hangs in the deep night sky, conveying the reunion and warmth of thousands of families. Changed legends and stories, in the Mid-Autumn Festival, create a soft and sweet night wind in a foreign land, with the light of water-a strand of homesickness blowing my hair, son. Dad wants to know if grandma is telling you the story of Chang 'e V just now, and if mom wants you to recite the song "The foot of my bed is so bright". Son, are you eating sweet moon cakes and laughing as sweet as the full moon? Dad wants to know if you miss my eyes in that bright galaxy.