In daily study, work and life, everyone often comes into contact with poetry. Poetry is full of musical beauty. The sentences are generally arranged in separate lines and pay attention to the beauty of structural form. So what kind of poetry is good poetry? Below are the poems I compiled for you to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival (6 selected poems). You are welcome to read them. I hope you will like them. Poems to Celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival 1
"Mid-Autumn Night"
It's another Mid-Autumn Night,
Autumn colors gather, and the mood is hazy,
Brush away the dust of the years,
Searching thousands of mountains and rivers in the passing years,
At this moment, eternity is in my heart.
The moonlight casts a cool light,
The courtyard of the old house was suddenly filled with light,
The unknown trees in the corner swayed under the moon. posture,
Indulge in the clear light with the whirling tree shadows.
The moonlight of the Mid-Autumn Festival begins with dream-like lines of poetry,
Scattered on those elegant and fragrant flowers,
Looking forward to writing the fragrance into dreams Here,
Recorded in time. Poems to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival 2
The moon in my hometown
Is the thin willow leaves
The curved boat
The breeze blows< /p>
Glowing out a little starlight
Floating on the calm lake
Take a scoop
Pour it full into the wine glass
The moon in my hometown
Like mist and gauze
Like water hibiscus
Looking at the wanderer in the distance
Showing a shy posture
The moon in my hometown
It is a big fruit plate
It is the skins of melon seeds scattered on the ground
The moon in my hometown
Silence in the bustling crowd
Shuttling back and forth among the endless ringtones of mobile phones
Traveling around the world in different people’s friend circles
The roaring construction site flashed by
Tonight I looked at the moon as usual
But I found that the moon had fallen on my hometown. Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry 3
"My Longing"
My longing is round
The moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival in August
It is also the brightest and roundest
No matter how high the mountain is or how wide the sea is
You can see it from every corner of the world
What will you think of on a night like this
?
My thoughts are round
Watermelons and apples are round
Families reunited are happy.
Family and flesh are wrapped Parting is painful
Those who miss their loved ones
Looking at the bright moon in the sky
Who can swallow the moon cake? Poems to Celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival 4
"Mid-Autumn Festival"
The Mid-Autumn Festival in August on the island,
The bananas are shaking,
The longan is ripe and falling.
I don’t know that there is such a thing as “flowers come and go”,
It’s just because there have been many storms in the past year.
When passion brings a level ten storm,
My heart doesn’t know where to anchor.
The road has been chosen,
There are no roses,
I have never regretted it.
People are prone to sleepwalking in the moonlight.
They long for but also know how to be gentle.
To prevent blood from flowing like this,
The pride of a twenty-four-year-old is obviously not enough.
You need to have strong shoulders,
to lean on your tired head;
You need a pair of hands,
to support the heaviest time.
Although you understand,
Life should be completely dedicated,
As much as you leave it to yourself,
There will be as much sorrow as you can.
Mid-Autumn Festival Poems 5
"Mid-Autumn Full Moon"
The moon rises
There is the sound of eagles returning to their nests
There are fish Jumping out of the blue light
There is the sound of the piano interpreting ancient legends
Many unknown eyes
Falling on the white birch trees and blinking
Revealing wisdom and arrogance
Night
But leaving it to the moon
Infinite tenderness
It was also that night
Those pasted on the window
Window grilles cut out by grandma
Wrapped in ice flowers
In my dream
Melted Mid-Autumn Festival Poems 6
"Mid-Autumn Festival"
The Mid-Autumn Festival is celebrated in the heart
It has been like this for many years
Hometown So far away
Love is missed
Through the grass on the window sill
I seem to see the forest
And the clear mountain stream
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The eyes that hurt for a whole season when parting
Repeatedly forgetting each other
What we forget is the surging tears
When we first grow up Running between fingers
Bustling streets
Rushing crowds
Rich and distinguished moon cakes
Beautiful and busy Mid-Autumn Festival
Keep going away on the other side full of smiles
Go away. The departing crowd brought with them my warmest dreams
and the heavy luggage that was empty when I arrived.
What is heavy is that people are at high places
and their hearts are also at high places
But they cannot step on the road they once came on
The voice and appearance have not changed
The moon is bright in the dark
People are sad in the bright place