Poetry of Mid-Autumn Festival on July 15th.

Don

The crimson festival floated to the palace country, and the pilgrimage of the Central Plains dates back to the Qing Dynasty.

The sheep's rights must be stripped of gold bars, and the literary beauty will eventually become a jade mirror.

I have saved enough sleep and heard the rain, but I didn't know getting lost was a flower.

How can the bluebird catch the bird before it reaches Yingzhou?

On the Mid-Autumn Festival night, a hundred flowers blossom.

Song Fan Zhongyan

Nanyang satrap crazy hair, don't enjoy the moon before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

In Baihuazhou, the greenway is quiet and smooth when you forget to go home at night.

Heaven learns to spit pearls in the blue sea, cold light shoots treasures, and stars are rare.

Look at the world downstairs. Everyone is in the jade pot.

The heat is always unavoidable. It is fate to have a cool life tonight.

A flute blew away Wan Liyun, and the host sang loudly and was intoxicated.

The guests were drunk and danced after my songs, which were like CSI.

Please tell nangui to stay in the same warehouse (Zhongyuan left).

Don Li Qunyu

Sit alone, and the west wind will move the imperial anvil first.

I was overwhelmed by Yu Xin's homesickness, so I asked Tao Qian to go back and sing.

At first, when the kiosk left, it felt dark, while Tong Ting looked back at Shen.

Should pity a farewell Yingzhou couple, Wan Li flying alone, deep in the clouds.

Xu Xu, Ministry of Justice of Zhongyuan Customs

Fan Yao, Tang Yin

Everyone has a secret record, Mr. Bailey.

The upper boundary of Qiu Guang is clean, and the night in the Central Plains is clear.

The stars are facing the emperor, and the cranes are stunned.

Jade cave flowers have long hair, and the pearl palace is the brightest.

Sweep the altar, the world is quiet, and cast a simple shadow.

After giving fesr medicine, I still can't keep my name.