Moon-chanting poems in Mid-Autumn Festival

Looking at the bright moon on the fifteenth night (Wang Jian)

There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.

Tonight, the moon is full of hope, and I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into.

Drinking the bright moon alone (Li Bai)

Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.

I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.

The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.

Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.

I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.

The night of August 15th (Don Du Fu)

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

Turn the tent and travel far, climb the laurel and ascend to heaven.

The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers.

At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumnal equinox.

Recalling brothers on a moonlit night (Du Fu)

The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier.

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.

Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

Looking at the moon and thinking of a distant place (Zhang Jiuling)

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.

Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night!

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

On the night of August 15, the moon was played in Taoyuan (Yuxi, Liu Tang)

Seeing the moon in the dust is also idle, and love is between the fairy houses in the clear autumn.

Long and cold, standing on the highest mountain at this time.

Blue is nothing but Feng Yun, and Songshan grows in the water.

A group of people are moving leisurely, and Gogoing is thousands of miles away.

Shao Jun led me to the jade altar and invited the real fairy officer to come from afar.

Clouds want to move under the starry sky, and the sky is cold with joy.

Jin Xin gradually moved eastward, and the shadow of the wheel still rose.

It is difficult to get back together when it is absolutely beautiful, and he should be disappointed on this day.

Mid-Autumn Moon (Yan Shu)

Ten rounds of frost shadows turn to court, and tonight is a lonely corner.

Su E is not without disappointment and hatred.

Mid-Autumn Moon (Su Shi)

The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts.

If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?

Looking at the moon in the pavilion on the fifteenth night of August (Tang Bai Juyi)

On the evening of August 15 last year, next to the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool.

On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall.

Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast.

Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual.

Mid-Autumn Festival Waiting for the Moon (Lu Guimeng)

It is not enough to transfer to first frost, but it seems a good time to transfer to the later stage.

The curtain leans against the tree, and the feeling is infinite.

I like to listen to the sound of the sheng, and gradually watch the stars lose the south basket.

Who wants to reduce the first round and noon for the cooling power of the school?

Guizi of Tianzhu Temple on the night of August 15th (Tang Pi Rixiu)

Yu Xing got off the moon wheel and picked up the dew in front of the temple.

So far, the sky doesn't exist, but Chang 'e should be thrown to people.

Song Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Moon and Ziyou

The bright moon is not higher than the mountain, and the red light is thousands of feet.

A cup of silver is not full, and the clouds are scattered.

Those who wash God's eyes should welcome the water from Fermin River.

Then I will be indifferent to the people in the world, just like I am sorry for Zhan Ran.

Mars in the southwest is like a projectile. Its horns and tail are bright and pale.

Not tonight, but even fireflies are fighting for the cold.

Who was rowing yesterday? This is a thousand days and nights.

The twists and turns have no intention of chasing the waves, and they bow their heads to sacrifice with the song board.

Will the waves and wind regain their strength before the green fluorescence disappears and turns to the mountains?

The bright moon is easy to fall and disperse, and it is even more important to see it when you come back.

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

Shutters push doors silently, while windows are silent and old.

Du Nan is engaged in shame and poverty, and there are several people who write moon poems.

In the Ming dynasty, the personnel were in the same position as the morning glow, and suddenly I dreamed of Yao and Taiwan.

Mid-Autumn Festival to climb the stairs and look at the moon (fee)

Like Huaihai's eyes, the long sea is as white as silver, and millions of rainbow-like lights are pregnant with pearl oysters.

If there is no labor in the sky, the osmanthus tree will grow long and break the moon.

Zhuang Ni Mid-Autumn Festival (Yuan Haowen)

Strong rice is too thin and narrow, and autumn is cool.

Do you know how difficult it is for children to remember their journey?

The exposed air enters the thatched cottage stream and makes a sound on the stone beach.

In the mountains, the night came, the moon came and the dawn came.