A short poem about the Mid-Autumn Festival

Poetry 1 describing the Mid-Autumn Festival

"Full Moon and Full Dream"

Night

The bright moon hangs high in the sky

A ray of light came in

The empty world

It seems that only the full moon is left

I like to look up at her

To She poured out her heart

The round moon

Thick love

Accompany me into sweet dreams

Poems describing the Mid-Autumn Festival 2

"Missing"

The moon is round

The sea is blue

In that jade plate

< p>Pretending to be a distant hometown

In the microwave

Containing a deep nostalgia

The moon hidden in the clouds

< p>The moon hiding on the top of the mountain

The moon floating on the sea

They are all round

Why

People are What's missing?

Poetry 3 describing the Mid-Autumn Festival

"The Face of the Moon"

Look

The Face of the Moon

Curved

Like a boat in the water

Wandering in the Milky Way

Look

The face of the moon

Flat and flat

Like silver leaves

Carrying homesickness

Look

The face of the moon

< p>Round

Like a golden mooncake

Heralding perfection

Poetry 4 describing the Mid-Autumn Festival

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A beautiful moon climbs up the elegant curtain

Comes from "The Book of Songs" Chen Feng Shanshan

I am the beauty under the moon

Travellers who are about to travel far away

Frequently raise glasses to invite the moon to accompany them

We will not go to bustling cities

There is no silent night of lovesickness there

We will not go to the harem where the beauty is shimmering

The old age where beauty is buried

We will not go to the emperor’s tomb

Take stock of the treasures buried with him

We will not go to the devil's palace

Watch the bloodthirsty dogs

We will not go to the dirty wolf den

We will not go to the gloomy ghost land< /p>

Let’s go to the vast Pacific

Chase the eternal waves

Let’s go to the vast grassland

Listen to the singing of the nightingale

< p>We go to the blazing desert

Feel the hardship of growing up

We go to the ancient pass

We go to pay homage to the numerous bones

We go Poor countryside

Touch the barren soil

We went to the low thatched hut

To the narrow kang bed