Mid-Autumn Prose Poetry 1 is coming.
Chang 'e leans on the moon,
Wearing a thick fox skin,
Holding a white-haired jade rabbit,
Looking at the boundless land,
Sigh deeply.
Perhaps, this is really a legend a long time ago.
However, at the thought of Mid-Autumn Festival,
Reunion is a constant comfort in people's hearts for hundreds of years.
We ate moon cakes and looked at the round moon.
Perfect harmony washes away the lead,
Just watching the full moon with my family,
It's like going back to basics.
Can we go back? Can we go back to that calm heart?
In such a noisy world,
The smile of a reunited family,
We are in chaos and confusion,
Forever comfort.
Mid-autumn festival prose poem 2 the 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.
Mid-Autumn Prose Poem III: The setting sun turns into the bright moon,
Hanging on the tip of a willow tree,
The noisy day is over,
Wandering slowly under the moon.
Looking through the distant desolation,
Crushing the tenderness of the land,
In this silent night,
I put my sigh in my bag,
The night is hazy,
This music is very pleasant,
Create with music,
Dance in the wind.
Who wanders alone under the moon,
Stretch the lonely figure?
Who brushed away the sadness between her hands,
Weave the dance skirt into little stars?
I can't bear to wake up the past,
I am willing to follow the deep eyes of the years, waiting for the fragrance of flowers season after season, waiting for the troubles hidden in my brow, waiting for the tangled complex, waiting for the bitter piano sound, waiting for the dancing of the sleeves under the moon, waiting for the sad loneliness to tell. ...
Mid-Autumn Festival Prose Poems 4. Who chooses Gao Lan? There are so few stars on the moon that no one can recite them. Huayin flow, dream lock clear autumn; My heart is indifferent, what else can I expect in my life!
On August 15th of the new calendar, it was cool. I went to the heavy building alone, watching the stars surging all over the sky and the dead of night. Pinghu autumn moon, shining. The wind is rolling and the clouds are comfortable, condensed into a song, which is naturally meaningful. The amorous feelings here are like water forgotten in Sichuan, bathing. Want to compare with the weather, the years are ruthless; The sky is full of flowers and weak crowns, and the poor west wind is deserted. A cup of tea smells good, and two glasses of light wine wake the heart; Personnel audio books are lonely, and the sea and moon are Zen!
On a full moon night, I should be homesick. I'm afraid people are empty, and there is only one meaning left, the reincarnation of ancient and modern times. There is a song that says: infatuation is thin, human feelings are evil, and life is sad. I am heartbroken, but I can't help but answer directly! The palace merchants' horns levy feathers, and the voices appeal to the moon. Around the beam for three days, endless.
Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year. This is a festive season and a beautiful day. I miss it at night because I am afraid there is no moon. Acacia is difficult to reunite, which is embarrassing.
Dancing in the wind, my heart is rippling with clear water. Between waving and watching, the fun of falling into the water. Dimly looking at the misty clouds and the moon, brilliant looking at the enchanting Shang peony. Lying alone in the cold night, wandering thoughts; People dream more because of infatuation. There is a poem that says: Drink today, get drunk today! Sigh stops, I'm sorry.
The moon rises above Dongshan and lingers between bullfights; What the predecessors said is well prepared, how can we know the future legacy!
Turn around, touch your eyes, look back and sigh. Song Yue again:
There is no lovesickness and no singing in life.
Feelings are hard to be unintentional.
I want to attract my heart to the moon,
Where is the dream of being alone?