Su Dongpo’s poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival

1. Poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival by Su Shi

Su Shi's "Mid-Autumn Moon"

The dusk clouds are overflowing with cold, and the silver man turns the jade plate silently.

This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?

"Shui Tiao Ge Tou"

When will the bright moon appear? Ask the sky for wine. I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places. Dance and clear the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world!

Turning to the Zhu Pavilion, the Qihu is low, and the light is sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.

"Seeing the Moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival and Ziyou"

The bright moon is not high in the mountains, and the auspicious light is thousands of feet long. Before the cup is finished, the silver tower surges, and the chaotic clouds break away like crashing waves. Whoever washes his eyes for God should use thousands of dendrobium waters from the Ming River. Then I looked coldly at the people in the world, and I couldn't bear to look at Zhanran. The sparks in the southwest are like projectiles, and the horns and tails are bright and clear, like dragons and dragons. Tonight I can't see anything, but the fireflies are fighting to clear the cold. Whose boat was in Bian yesterday? Thousands of lights made fish and dragons change at night. I follow the waves carelessly through twists and turns, and go to the festival with a low head and follow the singing board. The green light disappears before turning around the mountain, and the waves and winds will not be strong again. The bright moon is easy to be low and people are easy to disperse. When you return to drink, you will pay more attention to it. The moonlight in front of the hall is getting clearer and clearer, and the throat is cold and the grass is dew. There is no one in the room after the rolling curtain is pushed open, except for the old man Chu who is mute under the window. Don't be ashamed of poverty in Nandu. There are several people who write poems about the moon. The personnel affairs of the Ming Dynasty followed the sunrise, and suddenly I dreamed of a guest from Yaotai.

"Ode to the Mid-Autumn Festival"

There is no river in the four-fold clouds in the sky, and the breeze blows the moon in the sky;

It actually adds beauty to the world, and the jade stands shyly Bright eyes;

I regret stealing the elixir and rush to the Moon Palace, intoxicated with thousands of cups and the Mid-Autumn Festival;

There are so many bright moons in the sky every year, what's wrong with the moon if I don't drink wine?

"Niannujiao Mid-Autumn Festival"

Looking far into the distance from a height, I can see that there are thousands of miles of sky, and there are no traces of clouds. The osmanthus flies to the place where the light shines, and the autumn green is soaked in the cold for a day. Yuyu Qionglou, riding a luan to and fro, people are in Qingliang country. The mountains and rivers are picturesque, and the smoke and trees are visible in the distance.

I was drunk, clapped my hands and sang wildly, raised my glass to the moon, and became three guests in the shadows. Dancing and wandering under the wind and dew, I don’t know what night it is. He wanted to ride on the wind, but he turned over and returned. There was no use riding on the wings of a roc. In the Crystal Palace, a flute broke.

Xijiang Moon

The world is a big dream, how many times does life become cool?

The wind blows at night and the leaves are already singing on the corridor, looking at the brows and temples.

When the wine is cheap, I often worry about the lack of guests, and the moonlight is blocked by clouds.

Who is alone with me during the Mid-Autumn Festival, looking northward sadly? 2. What are Su Dongpo's poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival?

I know four of Su Shi's poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival:

1. "Moon on the West River" by Su Shi

Qingzai Huangzhou, walking on the Qishui River on a spring night. Went to a restaurant and drank wine. He rode the moon to a bridge over a stream, untied his saddle and bent his arms, and lay down drunk for a short rest. It's already known. The chaotic mountains are crowded together and the flowing water is sonorous, which seems to be something other than the human world. This sentence is written on the bridge pillar.

There are shallow waves in the wild, and there are hidden layers in the sky. The barrier of mud has not been resolved, and the arrogance of Jade Cong has not yet been solved. I want to get drunk and sleep on the fragrant grass. It's a pity that a stream of wind and moon cannot teach anyone to crush Qiong Yao. Undressing the saddle and pillowing on the green poplar bridge, Du Yu heard the spring dawn.

2. "Seeing the Moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival" by Su Shi

Before the bright moon rises high over the mountains, the auspicious light is like a thousand white hairs.

Before the cup is full, silver surges out, and chaotic clouds break away like crashing waves.

To wash my eyes for God, I should pay tribute to the thousands of sloping waters of the Ming River.

So I looked coldly at the people in the world, and I couldn't bear to look at it.

Mars in the southwest is like a projectile, and its horns and tails are as bright as a dragon and a dragon.

Tonight I can’t see anything, but the fireflies are fighting to clear the cold.

Who is the boat in Bian yesterday? Thousands of lights made fish and dragons change at night.

Chase the waves carelessly through twists and turns, go to the festival with a low head and follow the song board.

The green light disappears before turning around the mountain, and the waves and winds will not be strong again.

The bright moon is easy to be low and people are easy to disperse, but when you return and drink wine, you will pay more attention to it.

The moonlight in front of the hall becomes clearer and clearer, and the cold throat makes the grass dew.

No one is around when the roller blinds are pushed open. Only Mr. Chu is slurping under the window.

Don’t be ashamed of poverty in Nandu. There are several people who write poems about the moon.

The personnel affairs of the Ming Dynasty follow the sunrise, and suddenly I have a dream of a guest from Yaotai.

3. "Seven Absolute Mid-Autumn Moon" by Su Shi

The dusk clouds are all gone and overflowing with clear cold, and the silver man turns the jade plate silently.

This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?

4. "Shui Zhou Ge Tou" Su Shi

(Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking till the end of the year, drunk, writing this article, and pregnant with a child.)

When will the bright moon appear? Ask the sky for wine.

I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky?

I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that it will be cold in the high places.

How can it be like being in the human world when you dance to clear your shadow?

Turning to the Zhu Pavilion, the Qihu is low, and the light is sleepless.

There shouldn’t be any hatred, so what’s the point of saying goodbye?

People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times.

I wish you a long life and a long life.

For reference. 3. Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Festival poems

Shui Tiao Ge Tou·When will the bright moon come

Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking happily until the end of the day, getting drunk, I wrote this article because I was pregnant with my son.

When will the bright moon appear? Ask the sky for wine. I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places. Dance and clear the shadow, how can it be like being in the human world? Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.

Translation: On the Mid-Autumn Festival of the Bingchen year, I drank happily until the next morning. I got drunk and wrote this poem. At the same time, I missed my younger brother Su Che.

When did the bright moon begin to appear? I picked up my wine glass and asked the sky. I don’t know what year or month it is in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the cool breeze back to the sky, but I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a building made of beautiful jade. Dancing gracefully and admiring the clear shadows under the moon, it doesn't feel like you are in the human world.

The moon turned around the vermilion pavilion and hung low on the carved windows, illuminating myself who was not sleepy. The bright moon shouldn't have any resentment towards people. Why does it become full only when people leave? People undergo changes in joys and sorrows, and the moon undergoes changes in waxing and waning. This kind of thing has been difficult to fully understand since ancient times. I just hope that all the loved ones in this world can be safe and healthy, and that they can enjoy this beautiful moonlight even if they are thousands of miles apart.

Appreciation: This article is one of Su's representative works. Looking at the Moon and Embracing People expresses the infinite memory of his brother Su Che. From the perspective of artistic achievements, it has an extraordinary conception, a unique layout, and is full of romanticism. It has always been recognized as the swan song among Mid-Autumn Festival poems.

The artistic conception of the whole poem is bold and broad, the feelings are optimistic and broad-minded, the yearning for the bright moon, the attachment to the world, as well as the romantic colors, unrestrained style and flowing language, are still vivid today. It can also give people healthy aesthetic enjoyment. This poem was written by the author when he was in Mizhou during the Mid-Autumn Festival in the ninth year of Xining, Emperor Shenzong of the Song Dynasty (1076 AD). 4. Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Festival poems

"Shui Tiao Ge Tou" Su Shi

When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky? I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places. Dance and clear the shadow, how can it be like being in the human world? Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.

Translation:

On the Mid-Autumn Festival of the Bingchen year, I drank happily until the next morning. I got drunk and wrote this poem. At the same time, I missed my younger brother Su Che.

When did the bright moon begin to appear? I picked up my wine glass and asked the sky. I don’t know what year or month it is tonight in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the cool breeze back to the sky, but I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a building made of beautiful jade.

Dancing gracefully and admiring the clear shadows under the moon, how does it feel like you are in the human world?

The moon turned around the vermilion pavilion and hung low on the carved windows, illuminating myself who was not sleepy. The bright moon shouldn't have any regrets for people, right? Why does it become full only when people leave? People undergo changes in joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This kind of thing has been difficult to understand since ancient times. I just hope that all the relatives in this world can be safe and healthy, and can enjoy this beautiful moonlight even if they are thousands of miles apart. 5. Su Shi’s poem about the Mid-Autumn Festival

When will the bright moon appear? Ask the sky for wine. ——Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival"

I hope that people will live long and enjoy the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away. ——Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival"

Dancing and wandering under the wind and dew, I don't know what night it is. —— Su Shi's "Nian Nujiao·Mid-Autumn Festival"

The real name of the Mid-Autumn Festival poem is Xiao Qin Wang, and when it comes to the tune, it is the Yangguan song. The dusk clouds have gathered up and overflowed with cold. —— Su Shi's "Yangguan Song"

Who is alone with *** during the Mid-Autumn Festival? —— Su Shi's "Moon over the Xijiang River: A Big Dream in the World"

Looking far into the distance from a high position, you can see that there are thousands of miles in the sky, and there are no traces of clouds. —— Su Shi's "Niannujiao·Mid-Autumn Festival" 6. Su Shi's poem about the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival

"Shui Tiao Ge Tou"

When will the bright moon come, ask the blue sky for wine. I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places. Dance and clear the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world!

Turning to the Zhu Pavilion, the Qihu is low, and the light is sleepless. There should be no hatred, why will things last forever when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This has never been the case in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.

"Mid-Autumn Moon"

The dusk clouds are all gone and overflowing with coldness, the silver man is turning the jade plate silently,

This night will not be good in this life, where can I see the bright moon next year? .

"Moon on the Xijiang River"

The world is a big dream, how many times does life become cool?

The wind blows at night and the leaves are already singing on the corridor, looking at the brows and temples.

Wine

Being humble often worries about the lack of guests, and the moonlight is blocked by clouds.

Who is alone with me during the Mid-Autumn Festival, looking northward sadly?