The bright moon hangs in the autumn sky, moistened with lustrous dew. ——Meng Haoran's "Embrace under the Autumn Night and the Moon"
Where the green smoke shines, the golden mirror flies over the blue sea. ——Chao Buzhi's "Dongxian Song·Sizhou Mid-Autumn Festival"
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in the countryside. ——Du Fu's "Moonlight Night Remembering My Brother"
The frost in the field shines, the osmanthus in the river is wet, and the curling kettles reflect each other. ——Shi Dazu's "Qitianle·Mid-Autumn Stay at Zhendingyi"
When the summer heat retreats, the sky becomes pure, and the autumn scenery becomes clear. ——Liu Yuxi "Playing with the Moon on the Night of August 15th"
It's a pity that this cicada is left free. ——Wu Wenying's "Sijia Ke·Leap Mid-Autumn Festival"
The precious mirror in the world still closes after separation, and the fairy on the sea rubs it away and returns. ——Hao Wenying's "Sijia Ke·Leap Mid-Autumn Festival"
The moonlight in front of the hall becomes clearer and clearer, and the cold honey in the throat hums the dew grass. ——Su Shi's "Seeing the Moon and Ziyou in the Mid-Autumn Festival"
On the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, the shadows in front of the lamps hugging the knees accompany me. I think that when I sit at home late at night, I should talk about people traveling far away. ——Bai Juyi, "Handan Winter Solstice Homesickness"
The full moon flies into the bright mirror, and I return to my heart and fold the sword.
——Du Fu's "Moon on the 15th August Night"