Mid-Autumn Festival text messages are the best in the form of poetry, couplets and ancient Chinese

"Mid-Autumn Festival"

(Tang Dynasty) Li Pu

The treasure mirror rises in the sky, and the fairy sounds in the clouds are silent;

The beauty of the moon is evenly divided, and the clouds are always bright;

The cunning rabbit falls from the string, and the monsters stop appearing in front of you;

Lingcha made an appointment to join hands, and we will wait for more The Milky Way is completely clear.

"Playing with the Moon on the Night of August 15th"

(Tang Dynasty) Liu Yuxi

Heaven will sweep the moon across the world tonight.

The summer heat has retreated and the sky is clear, and the autumn scenery is clear and clear.

The stars make them shine, and the wind and dew make them shine.

The one who can change the human world is Yu Jing.

"Shui Tiao Ge Tou"

(Song Dynasty) Su Dongpo

Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking happily until dawn. I am writing this article because I am drunk and pregnant with my son.

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 take advantage of the wind to return home, but I am afraid of the beautiful buildings and beautiful buildings.

It is extremely cold at high places! Dance and clear the shadow, how can it be like being in the human world?

Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, where you will find a low-rise house, and the light will make you sleepless.

There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say 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.

Mid-Autumn Moon

(Song Dynasty) Su Shi

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

This is the night of this life If it doesn’t grow well, where will the bright moon be next year?

"Taichang Yin"

(Song Dynasty) Xin Qiji

A round of autumn shadows turns to golden waves, and the flying mirror is polished again.

Ask Chang'e about the wine: What can I do if I am deceived by my gray hair!

Take advantage of the good wind and see the sky thousands of miles away.

Look straight down at the mountains and rivers. Cut off the Gui Posuo. Humanity is more clear.

Taiwanese folk songs:

"Thoughts on a Mid-Autumn Journey"

The lone shadow looks at the wild geese, and the daughter misses the mink; the autumn of my hometown recalls the moon, and the night terror in a foreign country.

The hand has not climbed the osmanthus, but it is like a rolled banana; I climb the tower to compose a sad poem, looking west to the distant sea and sky.

"Moonlight Night Homesickness"

The stars are sparse and the moon is cold in the Milky Way, and thousands of people are singing silently;

Where is the home thousands of miles away, and the guest who comes at night is full of sorrow? .

"Suffering"

The night is deep, the bright moon hangs high in the middle of the sky, silent; eyes are hazy with sleep,

as if in a dream; living and lying around, restless , the hometown lingers in my mind;

The pain and suffering, returning empty, like burning the heart of a king.

Mid-Autumn Poems - Poems from the Han and Wei dynasties

1. Ancient poem: The bright moon shines brightly at night

The bright moon shines brightly at night, prompting the weaving of the east wall.

Yuheng refers to Mengdong, how can all the stars align.

White dew touches weeds, and the seasons suddenly change.

Autumn cicadas chirp among the trees, and black birds pass away peacefully.

In the past, my fellow disciples held high the six feathers.

If you don’t want to join hands, you will abandon me like a relic.

There is a fight in the south and the north, and the oxen cannot bear the yoke.

What good is a false reputation if there is no solid foundation?

2. Ancient poem: How bright is the bright moon?

How bright is the bright moon? It shines on my bed curtains.

Sorrowful and unable to sleep, I pick up my clothes and wander around.

Although it is a pleasant trip, it is better to return home early.

When I go out and feel alone, who should I sue for my worries?

The leader returned to the room and shed tears on his clothes.

3. Song of Resentment

The new cracks are pure and fresh, as fresh and clean as frost and snow.

Cut it into an albizia fan, which looks like a bright moon.

Going in and out of your sleeves, shaking in the breeze.

I am often afraid that when autumn comes, the coolness will overtake the heat.

Abandon the donation box and put it in the basket, and the kindness will be eliminated.

Mid-Autumn Poems - Tang Dynasty Poems

1. Li Bai: Guanshan Moon

The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds.

The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass.

The Han Dynasty descended to the Baideng Road, and the Hu took a peek at the Qinghai Bay.

The land was conquered, but no one returned.

The garrison guests looked at the side with a sad look on their faces as they thought about returning home.

The tall building is like this night, and I have no time to sigh.

2. Li Bai: Drinking alone under the moon

A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.

Toast a glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people.

The moon does not know how to drink, but its shadow follows me.

While the moon is about to be shadowed, we must have fun until spring.

My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.

They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk.

We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan.

3. Li Bai: Gu Lang Yue Xing

When I was young and didn’t recognize the moon, I called it a white jade plate.

I also suspected that the Yao Tai Mirror was flying in the blue clouds.

The immortal has his legs hanging down, and the osmanthus trees are in clusters.

The white rabbit pounded the medicine and asked who would eat it?

The toad erodes its round shadow, and the bright night is gone.

In the past, Yi fell from the Nine Crows, and heaven and man were clear and peaceful.

The Yin essence has fallen into confusion, and it is not enough to understand it.

How are you worried? The sadness is heartbreaking!

4. Li Bai: Night Thoughts

There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, and it is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown.

5. Liu Fangping: Moonlight Night

The moonlight is deeper than half of the house, and the Beidou is slanted in the south.

Tonight I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green window screen.

6. Li Shangyin: Chang'e

The shadows of candles on the mica screen are deep, and the long river gradually sets and the dawn stars sink.

Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and her heart will be filled with blue sea and blue sky every night.

7. Li Shangyin: The Moon

On the pond and beside the bridge, it is unforgettable and pitiful.

The curtains are open at the brightest night, and the quilt is rolled up to the cold sky.

Where the water flows, the water blooms quickly, and when it spits out, the clouds and leaves are fresh.

Chang'e doesn't have any makeup, she just shows off her beauty.

8. Li Shangyin: The Moon

Crossing the water through the building, the place where you touch it is bright, and the Tibetan people bring the tree far away to contain the clear.

The lack of desire at birth may make you feel empty and melancholy, but it may not be the time when you are full of love.

9. Du Fu: The Moon on the 15th of August

The full moon flies into the bright mirror, and returns to the heart to fold the sword.

Wandering around the earth is far away, climbing the osmanthus and looking up to the sky.

There is suspicion of frost and snow on the waterway, and feathers can be seen in the forest.

Looking at the white rabbit at this time, I want to count the hair.

10. Liu Yuxi: Playing with the Moon in Taoyuan on August 15th

My heart feels free when I see the moon in the dust, especially in the Qingqiu Fairy Mansion.

The condensed light and long cold dew fall, standing on the highest mountain at this time.

There are no clouds in the blue sky, and there is no wind, and there are pines growing on the mountains and water flowing down from the mountains.

Looking at the group of animals leisurely, the sky is as high as the sky and the sky is thousands of miles apart.

The young master led me to the jade altar and invited me to the real immortal official.

The clouds are about to fall and the stars are moving, and Tianle makes a sound that makes his muscles and bones feel cold.

The golden clouds and clouds gradually move eastward, and the shadows of the wheel are still seen frequently.

Beautiful scenery and good times are hard to come by again, so he should feel melancholy on this day.

11. Bai Juyi: Watching the Moon in the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th In the past year, on the night of August 15th, I was at the apricot garden beside the Qujiang Pool.

On the night of August 15th this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Penpu.

Looking to the northwest, where is my hometown? To the southeast, I can see how full the moon is.

No one could catch the wind yesterday, but tonight the light is as clear as in previous years.

12. Pi Rixiu: Guizi on the night of August 15th in Tianzhu Temple

The jade stone fell under the moon wheel, and a new dew was found in front of the temple.

Nothing happens in heaven so far, it should be thrown to people by Chang'e.

13. Du Fu: Reminiscing about my brother-in-law on a moonlit night

Guarding drums interrupts the line of people, and there is a sound of wild geese on the edge of autumn.

The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.

My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.

The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops did not stop.

14. Zhang Jiuling: Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan

The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

Lover complains about the distant night, but lovesickness arises at night!

When the candle is extinguished, it is filled with pity and light, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.

I can’t bear to give it away, but I still have a good night’s sleep.

15. Li Shangyin: Frost Moon

When I first heard that the geese were flying, there were no cicadas anymore, and the water a hundred feet high reached the sky.

The young girl Su'e can withstand the cold, and she fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon

16. Meng Haoran: There is a pregnant woman under the autumn moon

The bright moon hangs in the autumn sky, moistened by the dew.

The startled magpies have not settled yet, and the flying fireflies roll in behind the curtain.

The cold shadows of the locust tree in the courtyard are sparse, and the neighboring pestle sounds urgently at night.

How long the good times are! Standing looking at the sky.

Mid-Autumn Poems - Song Dynasty Poems

1. Autumn Night Moon

At the beginning of gathering and separation. Then he called her, and there was no reason to meet her face again. In recent days, there will be a feast again unexpectedly.

Xiangzun, in his spare time, frowned and sighed. It stirs up old sorrows endlessly.

2. Autumn pistil fragrance is cited

Cannot be kept. Time rushes by, the fragrant orchids rest, and the good flowers fade, but only in a moment. The colorful clouds are easy to scatter and the glass is brittle. On a windy and moonlit night, there are several old traces. Can't bear to think about it. Looking away this time, we will be separated forever. Towards the Immortal Island and on the road back to the underworld, there is no news from either side.

3. With the silver on my back, I fell asleep alone in the pavilion. I hugged a heavy quilt and was drunk but still silent. Time passes by again and again, the joy of the past is gone, and the sadness of separation is just a pillow. Thinking secretly, chasing old memories, the scenery of Shenjing is like a brocade.

I wanted to throw fruit to my friends and had a banquet. I drank heavily at that time. The dancing swallows fluttered and sang, and in front of the Dai Banquet, there were all the deities of gods and immortals. At the end of the night, things became even more sparse and crazy. More generals sleep in phoenix curtains and mandarin ducks. The jade hairpins are in disorder, and they are scattered all over the high sun, this joy

4. Sauvignon Blanc (Beijing prostitute)

The streets are noisy with painted drums, orchid lanterns are all over the city, and the bright moon shines on the city . The night view of Jiangque in the Qing capital, with silver arrows flying in the wind and golden stems exposed. The alleys are criss-crossed. Passing the Pingkang bridle, listen to the singing slowly. Phoenix candles flicker. That person did not cover up the incense screen. Looking into the Luoqi bush, I can vaguely recognize the old days, and my elegance is light. She is charming and charming, her smile is still there, and she greets you with intention. The wall is on the wall immediately, but it is difficult to write sincerity after a long delay. Little did he know that famous officials would be detained and interrogated, and their charm would be reduced over the years.

5. Look at the bright moon

The bright moon is bright. The struggle for success is still lacking. Just like young bridegrooms, they meet for a while and then part ways.

It was last year at the threshold of the small building. Thousands of miles of clear light remains the same, the night is eternal and the people are tired of it.

6. Partridge Sky

The remaining smoke blows into the night wind. A bright moon hangs above the curtain. Because the road is far away, people are still far away, even though our hearts are still in the same bed.

Emotional and profound. Biyun returned without a trace. Only in the past life, love caged the mandarin ducks in two places.

7. Twelve o'clock (autumn night)

It is clear in the evening and early in the morning, the moon is covered with light smoke, and the wind shines like a wash of toad light. Feel the green tent and the coolness, giving rise to autumn thoughts. The weather is getting colder. The fallen leaves knock on the window, the west wind fills the courtyard, and I can't get up after sleeping. There is more leakage in the throat, dripping worries, and all kinds of emotions are arising, all of which are leaving people worried.

Who knows, at that time, the sentence was very touching. Sometimes in the night, Mingming lies on his pillow and stares at the ground diligently. When the candle is dark, I wake up from alcohol, and Yuan Lai is in a dream again.

Come to bed and sit alone with your clothes on, all kinds of feelings without hope. How can I come, harmonize the clouds and rain, and then arrange the remaining fragrant quilt. I pray to heaven that I will never abandon you from now on.

8. Su Shi: Shui Tiao Ge Tou

Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, I was drunk until I was drunk, I wrote this article, and when did the bright moon come to conceive a child? 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.

Dancing to 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.

9. Su Shi: Xijiang Moon

I am in Huangzhou, walking on the Qishui River on a spring night. Go to a restaurant to drink and get drunk. Riding the moon to a bridge over a stream, he 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.

The waves are shining brightly in the wild, and the sky is faintly visible across 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.

10． Xingxiangzi

The sky and the autumn light turn into love and sorrow, and Jinying knows that the Double Ninth Festival is approaching. A first try on thin clothes, a new taste for green ants. Gradually there is wind, rain and coolness. At dusk, the courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I feel sad about the past. It's an eternal night, the moon is bright and the bed is empty. When you hear the sound of an anvil pounding, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long.

11. Mi Fu: Climb up the tower and look at the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival

The Huaihai Sea is as full as silver, and the rainbow rays nurture the treasures of clams.

If there is no moon door in the sky, the osmanthus branches will support the westward wheel.

12. But the jade-fiber horizontal flute cracked with a single blow. Whoever makes curling in the floating world has the most pity for the jade ax repair season. Ask Chang'e, if she is lonely and cold, if she has any worries, she should have a beautiful hair.

The jade liquid is full and the cup is slippery. Lift up your long sleeves and sing loudly. Sigh, eighty-nine times out of ten, the desire is still lacking. If it's such a long night, the favor may not be appreciated. Turn the past and separation into joy and say it when you return.

13. Su Shi: Mid-Autumn Moon

The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with the cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently.

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

14. Su Shi: 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.

The silver cup is not empty yet, and the chaotic clouds break away like crashing waves.

Whoever washes his eyes for God should use thousands of dendrobium water from Minghe River.

So 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.

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

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

Chasing the waves carelessly through twists and turns, going to the festival with a low head and following the song board.

The green light disappears before turning around the mountain, but the waves and the wind will not return to strength.

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 becomes clearer and clearer, and when the throat is cold, the weeds sing and the grass dews.

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

Don’t be ashamed of poverty in the southern capital, and 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 Yaotai guest.

Mid-Autumn Poems - Modern Poetry

1. Small Island: Where the Moon Rises

The Moon Rises

The Eagle Returns The sound of the nest

There are fish jumping out of the blue light

There is the sound of the piano interpreting ancient legends

Many unknown eyes

fall Blinking on the birch tree

Revealing wisdom and arrogance

At night

But throwing it to the moon

Infinite tenderness

It was also the ones posted on the window that night

The window grilles cut out by grandma

Wrapped in ice flowers

In my dream

Dissolved

(Sartu: the name of a place in Daqing City, meaning "the place where the moon rises" in Mongolian)

2. Mid-Autumn Festival

1.

If that counts as a separation

In my young heart

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Just like the fallen leaves can forgive the wild wind

Impolite

Youth can forgive the years

Erase her

2.

The crickets stopped making noise

The pomegranate tree was covered with red fruits

The last rain soaked the wild roses

(They say the roses by the lake like to sing)

Will you sit under the moon

Listen to me singing

Listen to my song and fly Entering the mountains and forests

Flying over the lake

Flying to the full moon

3.

Life is a difficult play to perform.

On the stage surrounded by people

No lights, no music

Only my loud voice

Sing that song I forgot The song of the name

So what?

The years will continue

I don’t know when we will be separated again

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The moon has risen to mid-air

It turns out that the lake also has the sound of tides

It turns out that the only thing that remains unchanged from beginning to end is the waxing and waning of the moon.

In the pale forest

Autumn chrysanthemums bloom

Under the moon

You and I bid farewell with tears

October 9, 1992

Mid-Autumn Poems - Foreign Poems

1. Venetian Barcarolle

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When the night wind blows over the Napijaca Tower,

Ah, Nina, do you know who is waiting here?

Although you wear Even if it is covered with a veil, I can tell.

You know the love in my heart is burning like fire.

I am waiting here in the disguise of a boatman,

I tell you tremblingly: "The boat is ready."

Ah, come on! While the dark clouds are still covering the bright moon,

Come quickly! Let us take advantage of this moonlit night to fly to a foreign country!

2. Bright Moon

[Fa] Verlaine ○ Ge Lei Translation

The bright moon shines in the woods,

on the branches and under the leaves

a sound comes out

Ah, the one in my heart .

The pond is like a deep mirror,

reflecting the black willow shadow,

the wind is weeping in the willow tops...

Dream it up, it’s time.

The vast, warm tranquility

It seems to be walking down

the starry sky

This is a happy moment.

Mid-Autumn Poems

The fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month is the traditional Mid-Autumn Festival in my country, and it is also the second largest traditional festival in our country after the Spring Festival. August 15th is right in the middle of autumn, so it is called the Mid-Autumn Festival. The ancient Chinese calendar called August in the middle of autumn "Zhongqiu", so the Mid-Autumn Festival is also called "Zhongqiu Festival".

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is bright and clear. The ancients regarded the full moon as a symbol of reunion. Therefore, August 15th is also called the "Reunion Festival". Throughout the ages, people have often used the words "full moon and waning moon" to describe "joys and sorrows", and wanderers living in foreign lands use the moon to express their deep feelings. Poet Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty wrote "Looking up at the bright moon, bowing his head thinking about his hometown", Du Fu's "The dew is white tonight, the moon is bright in my hometown", Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty wrote "The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine on me again" and other poems, They are all eternal songs.

Drinking alone under the moon

Li Bai

A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.

Toast a glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people.

The moon does not know how to drink, but its shadow follows me.

While the moon is about to be shadowed, we must have fun until spring.

My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.

They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk.

We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan.

The moon on the night of August 15th

Du Fu

The full moon flies into the mirror and returns to the heart to fold the sword.

Wandering around the earth is far away, climbing the osmanthus and looking up to the sky.

There is frost and snow on the waterway, and feathers can be seen on the forest habitat.

Looking at the white rabbit at this time, I want to count the hair.

Watching the Moon on the 15th Night

Wang Jian

Crows roost on the white trees in the atrium, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently.

Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks away, I wonder who is missing in autumn!

Playing with the Moon in Nanzhai

Wang Changling

When he was lying high in Nanzhai, he was vomiting at the beginning of the month.

The clear water and trees are reflected in the windows.

The passage is full and empty, and the clarity changes from the past to the present.

Beauty by the Qingjiang River, the night is getting more and more painful.

How about thousands of miles away, the breeze blows Landu.

Mid-Autumn Moon

Su Shi

The dusk clouds are all gone and overflowing with coldness, 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?

Mid-Autumn Moon

It’s all here

The sky is blue and cloudless, and the dew is wet, and the stars are shining brightly.

Don’t let Donglin stand in the way of the rising trend, and the world is watching the road ahead.

Maybe Mingming Yinhaoso is willing to teach the darkness to take the elixir branch.

Poor Guan Yechanjuan's shadow, facing the five-year-old residual wine.

Guanshan Moon

Li Bai

The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds.

The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass.

The Han Dynasty descended to the Baideng Road, and the Hu took a peek at the Qinghai Bay.

The land was conquered, but no one returned.

The garrison guests looked at the side with a sad look on their faces as they thought about returning home.

The tall building is like this night, and I have no time to sigh.

Night Thoughts

Li Bai

There was bright moonlight in front of the bed, and it was suspected to be frost on the ground.

Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown.

Moonlight Night

Liu Fangping

The moonlight is deeper than half of the house, and the Beidou is facing the south.

Tonight I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green window screen.

Chang'e

Li Shangyin

The candle shadow on the mica screen is deep, and the long river gradually sets and the dawn stars sink.

Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and her heart will be filled with blue sea and blue sky every night.

Reminiscing about my brother-in-law on a moonlit night

Du Fu

The drums interrupt the line of people, and there is a sound of wild geese on the edge of the autumn.

The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.

My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.

The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops did not stop.

Look at the moon and embrace the distance

Zhang Jiuling

The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

Lover complains about the distant night, but lovesickness arises at night!

When the candle is extinguished, it is filled with pity and light, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.

I can’t bear to give it away, but I still have a good night’s sleep.

Frost Moon

Li Shangyin

I heard for the first time that there are no cicadas in Zhengyan, and there are hundreds of feet of water reaching the sky.

The young girl Su'e can withstand the cold, and fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon

Being pregnant under the moon in the autumn night

Meng Haoran

The bright moon hangs in the autumn sky , moisten with lustrous lotion.

The startled magpies have not settled yet, and the flying fireflies roll in behind the curtain.

The cold shadows of the locust tree in the courtyard are sparse, and the neighboring pestle sounds urgently at night.

How long the good times are! Standing looking at the sky.

Waiting for the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival

Lu Guimeng

The frost is turning late and the frost is late, and the good wind seems to bring good luck.

The slanting curtain and the tree are separated by endless emotions, and the candles and candles are dimly scented and I sit there without hesitation.

I love Sheng tunes when I hear them in the north, but when I see the stars gradually I lose sight of the music in the South.

Who wants to use the cooling power of the school to reduce the first round and the noon hour.

Nizhuang Mid-Autumn Festival

Yuan Haowen

The days of strong food are too thin, and the narrow clothes are already cold in autumn.

Children reminisce about each other, knowing how difficult it is to travel.

The dew air enters the thatched hut, and the sound of the stream is noisy on the rocky beach.

The moon comes at night in the mountains, but I don’t see it until dawn.

Playing with the moon in Taoyuan on the night of August 15th

Liu Yuxi

Seeing the moon in the dust makes my heart feel free, especially in the Qingqiu fairy mansion.

The condensed light and long cold dew fall, standing on the highest mountain at this time.

There are no clouds in the blue sky, and there is no wind, and there are pines growing on the mountains and water flowing down from the mountains.

Looking at the group of animals leisurely, the sky is as high as the sky and the sky is thousands of miles apart.

The young master led me to the jade altar and invited me to the real immortal official.

Yun* (left car and right car) wanted to move under the stars, and Tianle let out a cry of coldness in his muscles and bones.

The golden clouds and clouds gradually move eastward, and the shadows of the wheel are still seen frequently.

Beautiful scenery and good times are hard to come by again, so he should feel melancholy on this day.

Mid-Autumn Moon

Yan Shu

Ten rounds of frost shadows turn around the courtyard, and this evening, people are alone in the corner.

It may not be that Su'e has no regrets, the jade toad is cold and the sweet-scented osmanthus is lonely.

Mid-Autumn Moon

Su Shi

The dusk clouds are all gone and overflowing with coldness, 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?

Looking at the moon in Huanting on the night of August 15th

Bai Juyi

In the past year, on the night of August 15th, I was by the apricot garden by the Qujiang Pool.

On the night of August 15th this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Penpu.

Looking to the northwest, where is my hometown? To the southeast, I can see how full the moon is.

No one could catch the wind yesterday, but tonight the light is as clear as in previous years.

Guizi on the night of August 15th in Tianzhu Temple

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The jade stone fell under the moon wheel, and a new dew was found in front of the temple.

Nothing happens in heaven so far, it should be thrown to people by Chang'e.

Seeing the moon and Ziyou in the Mid-Autumn Festival

Su Shi

The bright moon has not yet risen high in the mountains, and the auspicious light is thousands of feet long.

The silver cup is not empty yet, and the chaotic clouds break away like crashing waves.

Whoever washes his eyes for God should use thousands of dendrobium water from Minghe River.

So 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.

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

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

Chasing the waves carelessly through twists and turns, going to the festival with a low head and following the song board.

The green light disappears and turns to the front of the mountain. How can the waves* (wind left and right occupy) be strong again when the wind returns?

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 becomes clearer and clearer in front of the hall, and the dew grass sounds when the throat is cold* (the superior general and the inferior insect) are singing.

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

Don’t be ashamed of poverty in the southern capital, and 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 Yaotai guest.

Climb the tower and look at the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival

Mi Fu

My eyes are so poor that the Huaihai Sea is as full as silver, and thousands of rainbow lights nurture the treasures of clams.

If there is no moon door in the sky, the osmanthus branches will support the westward wheel.

How bright is the bright moon?

How bright is the bright moon? It shines on my bed curtains.

Sorrowful and unable to sleep, I pick up my clothes and wander around.

Although it is a pleasant trip, it is better to return home early.

When I go out and feel alone, who should I sue for my worries?

The leader returned to the room and shed tears on his clothes.

Shui Tiao Ge Tou

Su Shi

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, but I am afraid that it will be cold in the high places.

Dancing and clearing the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world.

Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, where you will find a low-rise house, and the light will make you sleepless.

There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say 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.

The Xijiang Moon

Su Shi

I am in Huangzhou, walking on the Qishui River on a spring night. Go to a restaurant to drink and get drunk. Riding the moon to a bridge over a stream, he 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.

The waves are shining brightly in the wild, and the sky is faintly visible across 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.

Back to the director to raise the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet

Wen Tianxiang

According to the river folding festival, the clear ice of the painting boat; wait for the moon to raise the glass, and call the fragrant bottle in Green and clean. Worship the falling stars, and make appointments with the bright moon. The city is full of wind and rain, but fortunately the Double Ninth Festival is so close; the country and the mountains are as picturesque as those we once visited in Chibi. If you pay with straw, you will be clothed in succession.

The river is full of red. The Mid-Autumn Festival is sent far away

Xin Qiji

Hurry up to the west tower, fearing that the sky will release and the floating clouds will cover the moon.

But the jade-fiber horizontal flute cracked with a single blow.

Whoever makes the curling floating world has the most pity for the jade ax repair season.

Ask Chang'e, if she is lonely and cold, if she has any worries, she should respond with a beautiful hair.

The jade liquid is full and the cup is slippery. Lift up your long sleeves and sing loudly.

Sigh, eighty-nine times out of ten, there is still nothing left to be desired.

If it is a long and round night like this, the favor may not be appreciated.

Return the past and separation into joy, and say it when you return.

Autumn Night Moon

At first they gathered and dispersed. Then he called her, and there was no reason to meet her face again.

In recent days, there will be a feast again unexpectedly.

Xiang Zun, in his spare time, frowned and sighed.

It stirs up old sorrows endlessly.

Autumn pistil fragrance is cited

Cannot be kept.

Time rushes by, the fragrant orchid fades, and the good flowers fade, but only in a moment.

The colorful clouds are easy to scatter and the glass is brittle.

On a windy and moonlit night, there are several traces of the past.

Can’t bear to think about it.

Looking away this time, we will be separated forever.

Towards the Immortal Island and on the road to the underworld, there is no news from either side.

Sauvignon Blanc

Painted drums noisy streets, orchid lanterns fill the city, and the bright moon shines on the city.

The night view of Jiangque in the Qing capital, silver arrows are blown by the wind, and golden stems are revealed.

The alleys are criss-crossed. Passing the Pingkang bridle, listen to the singing slowly.

Phoenix candles are shining brightly. That person did not cover up the incense screen.

Looking towards the Luoqi bush, I can vaguely recognize the old days, with a light and graceful attitude.

The delicate waves are beautiful, the clever smile is still there, and the intention is to welcome you.

It is difficult to write sincerity when the wall is on the wall.

Who knew that famous officials were detained and detained, and their charm has been reduced over the years.

Looking at the Han Moon

The bright moon, the bright moon, the bright moon. The struggle for success is still lacking.

Just like young bridegrooms, they meet for a while and then part ways.

It was last year at the threshold of the small building.

Thousands of miles away, the clear light remains the same, the night is eternal and the people are tired of it.

Partridge Sky

The remaining smoke blows into the night wind. A bright moon hangs above the curtain.

Because the road is far away, people are still far away.

Emotional and profound. Biyun returned without a trace.

Only in the past life, love caged the mandarin ducks in two places.

Twelve o'clock (autumn night)

It is clear in the evening, the moon is covered with light smoke, and the wind is like a wash of toad light.

The green tents and the coolness give rise to autumn thoughts. The weather is getting colder.

The fallen leaves knock on the window, the west wind fills the courtyard, and I can't sleep anymore.

Even more leaking throat, dripping worries, and all kinds of emotions are arising, all of which are leaving people worried.

Who knows, at that time, the sentence was very touching.

Sometimes at night, Mingming is lying on his pillow, looking at the ground diligently.

When the candle is dim and I wake up from alcohol, Yuan Lai is in a dream again.

Come to bed and sit alone with your clothes on, all kinds of feelings without hope.

How can I come, harmonize the clouds and rain, and then make up the remaining fragrant quilt?

I wish you to make a wish to heaven and never abandon it from now on.

Nian Nujiao. Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon

Wen Zhengming

Osmanthus flowers and floating jade fill the streets in the first month of the year, and the night is as cool as a wash.

The wind is blowing, my eyebrows are cold and my bones are cold, and I am in the Crystal Palace.

The dragons are croaking, the temples are full of mountains, and the misty music and songs are boiling.

The ground is covered with frost, and it wants to fly across the colorful clouds.

I remember last year on this eve, I was drinking wine at the creek pavilion, and the pale moon and clouds came and went.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are no longer what I dreamed of yesterday, but they are like this in the blink of an eye.

The green bird comes to the west, Chang'e repays me, and the good times are approaching.

My message to couples, don’t let Guanghan get drunk.

Looking at the Moon in Qinhuai

Pan Zhiheng

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, I climbed Tiger Hill to see the moon and thought about Qinhuai. After several glances, the moon was as bright as day, and Li Ji, Jin and Wang, were the only ones to be seen among thousands of people, but the moon couldn't be more surprising. At that time, all those who were good at music gathered in Jinling and listened to it in the middle of the night. At the end of the day, I lived in Jinling and had seen Yuanpo seven times. As soon as Jin was about to leave, the Qinhuai people said: "Hu Ming didn't think about it, but he left after thinking about it. The general will think about it again." He stopped with emotion. Since the winding of the string, it has been like Wu Zha. If it lasts for almost two nights and suddenly loses it, then people may be better than Wu. It is not people who win but love. The sound of Wu is heard competing on the bank of the Qingxi River, and the one who wins with true love in the pavilion will present Yuan Nu's pearls and colorful girl's flute. Along with its unique tune, there are the sounds of green clouds. It is a drama, such as pipa and pearls, which are even more strange. Jue, I regret that I heard about it late and my ears are shallow. I should have abandoned Wu Si and read it again. I ordered him to travel to Wu. The pieces of stone are all willing, but they can be easily flat. A spoon in the sword pond shines like a sea seal. As I threw the pen in the air, the clouds opened and the moon came out, and I suddenly found myself among the tiger hills. Because the song said: "My thoughts are hidden in the clouds. I am born in the moon and die in the wind. Suddenly I feel like I am dreaming and I am waking up. I am thinking about the sea again. , the dragon street is bright and the phoenixes are colorful, and I am wandering and playing, I hope the Mid-Autumn Festival will not change in the future."

Mid-Autumn Festival

If that can be regarded as a separation

Can I forgive you

Just like the fallen leaves can forgive the wild wind for being rude

Youth can forgive the years for erasing her< /p>

The crickets stopped making noise

The pomegranate tree was covered with red fruits

The last rain soaked the wild roses

( They say the roses by the lake like to sing)

Will you sit under the moon

Listen to me singing

Listen to my songs and fly into the mountains

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Flying over the lake

Flying to the full moon

Mid-Autumn Moon

The Mid-Autumn Moon

Always so Melancholy

Sorrowful as a puddle of autumn water

Contains my helpless sadness

Lend your slender hands

Cut a wisp of mist Moonlight

Let me collect tonight’s loneliness

The sweet-scented osmanthus in August begins to smell

And I

can’t find it anymore Arriving in the direction we came from