1, the bright moon rises from the mountain of heaven, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. (Li Bai. Guan Shanyue).
2, poor night, five waiting for residual wine. (Miracle. Mid-Autumn Moon).
3, this life does not meet the bright night, where to see the bright moon next year. (Su Shi. Mid-Autumn Moon).
Our chosen person, our friend, is singing, perhaps, a sad oriental song by the clear river. (Wang Changling. Thinking about the satrap under the moon in the south study room with my brother.
Tonight, the moon is full of hope. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si? (Wang Jian. Send Du Langzhong on the fifteenth night of the full moon).
6. I drink a pot of wine from the flowers alone. No one is with me. (Li Bai. Drinking the bright moon alone).
7. Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. (Li Bai. Quiet night thinking).
8, the moonlight is deeper than half a household, and the Beidou is oblique. (Liu. Moonlit night).
He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! . (Du Fu. Remembering brothers on a moonlit night.
Thinking of enjoying the moon in Mid-Autumn Festival
Author: Guo Ziping
Wandering between reunion and parting
It's the Mid-Autumn Festival for Wanderers.
Tianhe straight into the giants, overwhelming urban desert.
Night shadows nourish dreams and condense the oasis of the soul.
A runaway child.
Suddenly, I was unfamiliar with the flashy beauty in front of me.
I miss my mother
Mend the old worries under the old house
Tears drift along the autumn leaves.
Hanging on the dry eyelashes of the treetops at the entrance to the village.
There was a stop.
A lonely boat with a bright moon reunion
miss
If it weren't for the years.
Maybe I forgot you.
There are always so many reasons to break up.
When we meet, we feel far apart.
Moon in Mid-Autumn Festival
Still so single-minded year after year
Quadruple fate
Interlaced between lost clutches
Walking with wandering eyes.
Flowing through the wanderer's post station.
Waited all night
An empty ship has no words.
think
Touch the moonlight on your head
Combing deep feelings
Chang 'e's fingers slipped through the long hair of the night.
ChanJuan jade arm holding a meteor home.
A lone boat in the moonlight
Ghosts rippling on the lake
The change of thought
Duckweed hanging from the green hills.
Look up at the autumn wind
Stick it in the bronze mirror of flowing clouds in the dream.
Solidify into traces
The back of a dusty kiss
Four or five
Mid-Autumn Festival is the ancestor of reunion.
True feelings are the mother of reunion.
The full moon can't hide the direction of Iraq's separation.
Iraqis can't leave their full moon reunion home.
Wandering soul
Even if the wandering world is colorful and trendy.
Think and understand feelings
Still engraved with the simplicity of the Millennium.
The bright moon drifts with autumn.
Drift to the horizon at the foot of the mountain that breeds dawn
Raise a hand.
Pure loess in my hometown