Poetry, legends and stories about the Mid-Autumn Festival and the moon.

Mid-autumn poetry

Drinking alone the bright moon (Tang) Li Bai

A pot of wine from the flowers, I drink it alone. No one is with me.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

Alas, the moon cannot drink water, and my shadow follows me blankly; .

I sang. The moon encourages me and I dance. My shadow is rolling in the back.

I woke up and had sex, and then I got drunk and we lost each other.

Will goodwill be guaranteed? I think the Milky Way is a long way.

Wang Jian's Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights (Tang)

Bai Shu crows in the atrium, and Coody Leng is silent and wet with osmanthus.

I don't know whose bag Qiu Si will fall into tonight.

Mid-Autumn Festival

(Tang) Lipu

When the mirror rises in the sky,

The fairy in the clouds is silent;

Divide equally, round,

You are accompanied by Wan Li;

A sly rabbit fell off the rope,

The devil frog rested before his eyes;

Lingcha intends to make an appointment to join hands.

When the galaxy is completely clear.