Poetry of Mid-Autumn Festival

In our daily study, work and life, everyone has come into contact with many excellent poems, which are characterized by highly concise language and short and pithy length. Then the question is, what kind of poetry is classic? The following is the poem Mid-Autumn Festival that I compiled. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

The Mid-Autumn Festival poem 1 has been troubled by common things recently, and this way has not been practiced for a long time; Today, I even did it, and sure enough, it didn't rhyme, so I said it. Aunt showed it to the audience, and all the parties laughed. Lotus wind respects knowledge.

With my uncles Xue Weng and Jin Weiguo

Taoism usually sits in my heart, but it is still like a bright moon covering the clouds.

In other years, I grew up slowly and became crazy, lacking knowledge and respect.

Save your strength, study depends on education, and you don't have to practice far away.

Tonight is another good time, and thousands of people in Qian Qian are laughing.

Attachment: Jin Weiguo's answer

Good words suddenly spread in the clear night, just like a full moon spreading clouds.

At first, I was looking for something ordinary, and I was waiting for an easy pregnancy.

Money with Yidi.

Listen to the rhyme in the drizzle, and wait for the hidden trace of Leng Yue.

There is no sorrow around, and Shen Xiong can envy Zhengan.

The capital Jinling will be splendid, and the northern country Kyoto is willing to come to the door.

I want to spend a lot of time writing, can I make a difference with the second one?

With eldest brother Zhao Xiaofeng

The breeze blows away the dead leaves, and the drizzle drips into the north building tonight.

Last night, I was thinking about the shadow alone. I listened to your words and asked you to be both hard and soft.

Shuttle and beat the handle, shoot the tiger and drive away the monkey.

Since ancient times, boxing has been practiced for thousands of times. It is said that Wu Miao is also very diligent.

With classmate Zhang

Light rain mercilessly covered the moonlight, thinking of homotopy in the dim light and shadow.

I used to be proud of the articles I learned, but now I spend a lot of time.

Disciple is three thousand stories high, with mountains and rivers, and his throat vibrates.

He dared to ask which minister in the same trade faces south.

With good friend Li

There is no shadow of Minghui on the roof, wandering alone looking for something new in Guangxi.

I had a dream for twenty years and had many delusions.

Now the beautiful truth will be broken, accompanied by wind and rain.

Fold your eyes and lower your eyebrows to remember, and your heart is fragrant to congratulate the literati.

And friend Guo Xianling.

In the same period, there were two places in the south where there were no children.

I didn't see the true face of your family, but I only met for poetry.

I have worked hard all my life, climbing mountains in my dreams and taking a bath in Haihe River.

In August, the situation often changes, still like human laughter.

Mid-Autumn Festival: Looking at Mid-Autumn Festival

The moon is fat.

Just like homesickness.

Miss Jiang

Many many days.

Pile up behind you

Accumulate over time.

Scenery of hometown

In the memory of childhood

Continue to grow up crazily

Grow into a continuous

Hills and fields

The night is as cool as water.

Looking at the moon, thinking-

Who lit this lantern?

Who is staring under the lamp?

Look up and wait ...

Chapter 2: The Moon in the Water

In the Mid-Autumn Festival, the golden wheel hangs in the night sky, and Guanghua is faint.

Surprise magpies live in double shadows, flying fireflies wear beads.

Ye Fei fell into the thin shadow of the locust tree, and fell asleep beside the pestle.

Lonely Chang 'e guards the palace, when will the full moon meet?

Twilight clouds cover the moon, and the heart of the moon leans against the window.

Han Yin wordlessly turns the golden wheel, and the full moon looks forward to your present loneliness.

Sweet osmanthus wine raises a glass, when is lovesickness?

The bright moon knows the bitterness of acacia, and the dream of this night can be melted into it.

Poor ChanJuan is guarding the moon, facing the residual wine of Wugeng.

Article 3: Forgetting in Mid-Autumn Festival

Don't give up your beauty, separate your troubles,

I'm afraid of the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Emotion burned my throat for three days,

Love is cool, cool.

Send acacia with poetry

Poem 3 of Mid-Autumn Festival: Clouds are full of cold in the twilight, and silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate.

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

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Han Yin: The Milky Way. Tracts: refers to the moon.

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As night falls, the clouds are exhausted, the human world is full of cold, the milky way is silent, and the bright moon is idling, as white as a jade plate. Every Mid-Autumn Festival night in my life, the moonlight is mostly covered by clouds, and I rarely encounter such beautiful scenery as today. It is really hard to get! But where shall I go to enjoy the moon next Mid-Autumn Festival?

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This little word, entitled "Mid-Autumn Moon", is naturally the joy of writing "Full Moon"; Sticking "Yangguan District" involves other feelings. It describes the reunion of the author and his younger brother Su Zhe after a long separation, enjoying the Mid-Autumn Festival, and also expresses the sadness and emotion of breaking up soon after the reunion.

The first sentence says that the moon is particularly bright until the Mid-Autumn Festival, but it is not written directly from the moonlight, but from the "twilight cloud", with twists and turns. The bright moon is covered by clouds first, and once the "twilight clouds are closed", it will be more clear. There is no literal meaning such as "moonlight" and "water" in the sentence, but the words "overflow" and "cold" are both deeply interested in moonlight like water, and both of them are clear and empty. There are few moons and stars, and the Milky Way is far away. Silent Silver Man is more than simple realism. It seems that the Milky Way should have sound, but it is "silent" because it is far away, and the feeling of the sky is vast. The bright moon tonight looks very special, just like a "white jade plate". Li Bai's Gulangyue Journey: "Young people don't know the moon, so it's called Bai Yupan." This paper uses the metaphor of "jade plate" to write the beautiful feeling of the moon. The word "turn" not only gives it magical movement, but also implies its circle. Those who don't write two words about enjoying the moon are pleasing to the eye and people are comfortable in it. Mingyue Group is more worthy of brothers' reunion, so it is no wonder that the poet should admire the "good" of "this life and this life". In this sense, "this night in my life is not good" is a good opportunity. You should enjoy it and live up to the meaning of this night. However, just as the bright moon is still round, life will be difficult. The separation of brothers is just around the corner, and I can't help but sigh the brevity of this life. In this sense, "this life is not a good night" directly leads to the feelings of the last sentence. Saying "where to see the bright moon next year" of course means "next year may be different", which means that while expressing "separation", "where to find" is not only a question for the other party, but also a question for yourself, which truly reflects the feeling of being entrusted by the whereabouts. The meaning of the last two sentences is the same, and the confrontation is natural. "This Night in My Life" uses neat words and clever excuses for "Next Moon". The word "Ming" in "Mingyue" and "Ming" in "Next Year" have different meanings, but the word "this" is borrowed, which is really ingenious. Singing and answering overlapping words, coupled with "bad" and "where to look", will produce endless feelings.

This word is written from the beauty of moonlight to the joy of "full moon", and from this night this year to the Mid-Autumn Festival next year, it comes down to other feelings. The image is condensed, the realm is lofty and the language is beautiful and meaningful. Yangguanqu was originally written by Wang Wei's Twenty Xi Poems of Yuan Dynasty. Su Shi's ci poems are generally combined with Wang Wei's poems into four tones, which is a work written by the poet according to the score.

"Mid-Autumn Festival" poem 4 "The moon is bright and people are haggard."

A beautiful moon climbed the elegant curtains,

Judging from the Book of Songs, Chen Feng came from Shanshan.

I am a beauty under the moon,

Passengers who are about to swim far away,

Go with diligent till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon.

We don't go to busy cities,

There is no acacia in the quiet night;

We don't wear shiny makeup to the harem,

Bury the beautiful dusk;

We don't go to the emperor's grave,

Counting the rarity of burial;

We're not going to the devil's palace,

Look at bloodthirsty dogs;

We don't go to the dirty wolf's den;

Don't go to the gloomy ghost land.

We go to the vast Pacific Ocean,

Chasing the eternal waves;

We go to the vast grassland,

Listen to the nightingale sing;

We went to the hot desert,

Feel the hardships of growing up;

Let's go to the ancient pass,

Hanging bones;

We go to poor villages.

Touch the barren soil;

We went to the low hut;

Go to the narrow kang bed

Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry 5 Rainy Mid-Autumn Festival

In recent days, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, somehow it rained continuously.

The sun, with its strong desire, does not give it a chance to pass through the cracks in the clouds.

I can only penetrate the dreams at night and wander between the bright moon and the dark clouds.

Although not Lang Yue, but a little hazy and slightly drunk.

Autumn condolences must include the golden mooncake gift box.

But we didn't. There is only a three-day Mid-Autumn Festival holiday.

Some gray rainy season sadness and coolness, or

When typing casually, type out the fallen flowers in the alley.

I want to go out for a walk alone, and the wind outside gradually becomes the color of autumn.

I know, autumn wind didn't reunite with my family, and neither did dawn.

The golden sun rises, or a wanderer is wandering outside.

Behind the hazy moonlight, there must be an ardent expectation for my hometown engraved.

Looking forward to the stars, the moon and the moon palace in autumn.

Do you believe me if there is a bright moon thousands of miles away?

Draw a watery moon cake after seeing Yue Hua drunk.

What you see are some wonderful memories, a whole hometown.

Mid-Autumn Poetry 6- 1

Moon cakes, taro, water chestnut

osmanthus wine

After heavy load and light rubbing

On the stage of Mid-Autumn Festival

The protagonist is at a critical moment.

Boycott the performance

Leave me behind

In 300 poems,

Find your old style

Make up for tonight's mess

But see, the rain in the Tang Dynasty.

Wash the clothes on the toaster white.

The flute sound by the bridge

keep silence

Before the banquet that is not over yet.

Whose eyebrows are these?

Locked on the string of erhu

two

How can you stand me up tonight?

In Tang poetry and Song poetry

Flowers bloom before the moon ―― An ideal scene for a lovestruck couple

It won't be warm.

Tears in the cup before lifting chopsticks

Old wounds

Tang style Song Yu

Soak in an alley with thick clouds.

Silent and sleepless

Dangui, as promised.

As pale as moonlight.

Slip away from the eyes of a full moon man

silent

Understand that in life

There are always some invitations.

Can't arrive on time

But still eager

Before dawn

Indulge in your gentle waves

Mid-Autumn Poetry 7 The autumn of your life is the color of maple leaves, not that spring is better than spring, but that the season in first frost is particularly radiant.

May every day you live be as successful as the fifteenth moon.

The new moonlight on the night of March 5, 2000 miles away, makes people feel happy

I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.

Think far, the two townships are broken, and the light is thousands of miles away.

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

* * * Enjoy the moon and celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The bright moon shines brightly, and people miss their loved ones in festivals.

The rich in Guoqiang's family live a long life and spend a full moon.

Joy is boundless and peace is like.

A bright future, a fiery red era.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and bands are everywhere.

The lights are bright and the moon is bright, and the songs are played.

The bright moon is priceless, and thousands of mountains are affectionate.

The moon is white and the wind is clear, relatives on both sides of the strait look at the bright moon together, and Niu Geng women weave binary stars with occasional petunias.

In the evening, the world is full of flowers and flowers, and the Mid-Autumn Festival in August is long. A cup of wine with a low voice is accompanied by a high wind.

In the summer of September, Chen Fang celebrated the eighth anniversary, and the two sides of a bright moon were in the same circle.

On the night of May 35, the silver sea was clear in autumn, and there was a jade wheel on earth.

The moon is shining with silver jade in the sky, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is very enjoyable.

The sky is high, the clouds are pale, the wilderness is vast, I am so happy, but now I am in Guanghan Palace.

Kyushu, China is willing to join us, and the two sides look forward to the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion.

Flourishing clouds, full moon in China.

Chang 'e left the Moon Palace and the Empress Dowager went down to Yaotai.

There is a full moon in the sky, and Wan Li on earth is bright.

Mid-Autumn Festival night, reunion night!

The moon hangs in the autumn sky, which is the Mid-Autumn Festival of the year.

The moon represents my heart.

Clouds chasing the moon, osmanthus fragrance.

How bright the moonlight is at home! .

A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds.

I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.

It is especially bright from January to Mid-Autumn Festival.

August 15th, Mid-Autumn Festival!

When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance.

Bright Moon, Starlight, Mid-Autumn Festival, happy event!

Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again. I suddenly remembered home!

The Mid-Autumn Festival is full moon, and people are reunited!

The bright moon sends acacia thousands of miles away!

The sea rises and the moon rises, and the horizon at this time is * * *!

The Mid-Autumn Festival has 8 A poems,

Fish and water, trees and land, and

Me and my mom.

My age is one, two and three. ...

Twenty-three years, your sweat and tears

A weather-beaten back,

The wind and rain carried me forward.

A pair of hardworking hands,

Just for the firm belief in her heart.

Tonight, I can't taste the moon cakes on the plate with you.

However, I can enjoy the moon with you.

May the moonlight bring you my blessings and thoughts,

Also tell you-I will be a gift in your life!

Second,

(Song) Su Dongpo

Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, happy drinking. Drunk, writing this article, pregnant.

? I take my glass from a distance.

I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight?

I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu.

It's too cold up there! Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world.

The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.

The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone?

People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past.

I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.

Mid-Autumn Poetry 9- 1

Beads and tears filled the sky.

The soul rests on the mountain.

And then there is.

Stars and Moon in Mid-Autumn Festival in Different Places

two

As soon as I opened my eyes, I was filled with sadness.

I feel unwilling as soon as I close my eyes.

That white circle

I look down on my parents. Aren't they just a silver cream?

three

A person is lying uneasily.

A group of people feel lonely when they sit.

Pavilion outside the window

It's just a painting boat on the West Lake.

four

Out of a desire for distance

Migratory birds move south because of the expectation of warmth.

A cup of embroidery, but begging

The dream gave me a hometown with mountains and rivers and misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

Mid-Autumn Poetry 10 Mid-Autumn Festival

The Moon of Mid-Autumn Festival in August

Is the brightest and roundest

Moon rises

Sprinkle a piece of silver ash

Zhu Shaoshang

The homing bird sleeps quietly.

In the pond.

The fish jumped out of the blue light.

The moon in the water

The moon in the sky

The moon in the sky is in the water.

The moon in the water is in the sky.

People gathered at the table.

Share round moon cakes.

Grapefruit is so cute.

Osmanthus fragrans in August began to smell sweet.

Add a joy to the reunion.

The piano is melodious.

Sing a family reunion.

Mid-Autumn Poetry 1 1 Mid-Autumn Moon in the City

A gloomy rainy night

Escape from Tang poetry

I have been wandering until today.

A small county in Baba Mountain.

An abandoned dock

Someone is alone.

Crossing the river of life

Elevator apartments in the city

Grow into bamboo shoots after the rain

Until you can

Soak the Mid-Autumn Moon in the rain

shoot down

Like a ripe persimmon.

From the sky in my hometown

trend

A thousand-year-old broken tile house

More swaying than bamboo shoots in the wind.

Become the background of the city

Someone picked up persimmons that have returned to the tide.

Take the lantern.

By the faint light

Looking for long-lost relatives

Festival moon

Author: Wen Yang

When I was a child,

The moon in Mid-Autumn Festival is a cake made by my mother.

The soft light,

Light, but thick;

Grow up,

The moon in Mid-Autumn Festival is the smiling face of lovers.

That shy expectation,

Affectionate, but deep;

After marriage,

The moon in Mid-Autumn Festival is a child's eye.

Those clear eyes,

Innocent, but dreamy;

In middle age,

The moon in Mid-Autumn Festival is a homesick complex.

That distant homesickness,

Weak, but deep.

Mid-Autumn Festival 12 Mid-Autumn Festival is a traditional festival to enjoy the moon in China. Scholars have said: look at the mountains upstairs, the snow at the head of the city, the sunset on the boat, the moon in front of the lights and the beautiful scenery under the moon. Put the highest artistic conception of enjoying the moon on the Mid-Autumn Festival.

On the eve of Mid-Autumn Festival, dusk falls and the night is four in one. I walked along the banks of the Yangtze River and looked at the riverbed full of autumn water. The colorful osmanthus leaves in Binjiang Park are fluttering with rich osmanthus fragrance, which is a good time to enjoy the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

To say that the Mid-Autumn Festival enjoys the moon, the ancients can experience the mood and scene of enjoying the moon to the extreme. I remember when I was a child, I read Zhang Jiuling's famous sentence "Looking at the moon and thinking about a distance":

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

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.

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.

I have repeatedly tasted and imagined the meaning of this poem. This poem is famous for looking at the moon and thinking about it. Both lyrical and lyrical. When the poet saw the bright moon, he immediately thought of his distant relatives. At the moment, he was watching with me. People who love the past will inevitably miss them all night and stay awake all night. Living indoors, putting out the candles to look at the moon and cleaning up the house is even more lovely; When you wear clothes and go out, the dew will moisten you, and practicing moonlight will make you more intoxicated. In this situation, it suddenly occurred to me that although the moonlight is beautiful, it can't be picked and given to distant relatives. Why don't you go back indoors and find a dream or date that you can look forward to? The artistic conception of the poem is beautiful and sincere. The level is thorough and orderly, the language is bright and sonorous, and you can savor it carefully, such as olives, which are infinitely sweet. "Bright moon in the sky, brightening the whole of heaven" is an eternal phrase with bold and open artistic conception.

And Su Shi 1076 Mid-Autumn Festival wrote "Water Tune Song Tou":

When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade.

Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. There should be no hate, what is biased towards other times? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. In particular, there is a poem describing the river view that is very popular, that is, Zhang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River": the spring tide, the bright moon on the sea was born in the tide. I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, and there is no moon by the river.

On the occasion of the Mid-Autumn Festival, leaning on Zhenjiang attic, looking at the railing and repeatedly tasting the artistic conception of poetry can be called a swan song. What fascinates me most is Su Dongpo's Nian Nujiao: "The river of no return is a romantic figure through the ages; The base camp in the west, the humanities are the Three Kingdoms, and Zhou Lang is red ... "and" When will there be a bright moon? Ask about Sky Wine. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is this year? " Two songs. How many nights, I sat by the Yangtze River, watching a river of autumn water rolling eastward, watching a beautiful moon like a silver plate in the sky, sprinkling its radiance on the sparkling river, and dreaming that WU GANG and Chang 'e on the moon lived a carefree and comfortable life. I am really disappointed that some good sentences in Tang poetry and Song poetry can't be solved!

After taking part in the work, I once overlooked the vast Junshan Mountain and the vast Poyang Lake on Yueyang Tower, Yellow Crane Tower and Wangtengting Pavilion, and enjoyed the artistic conception of Yangzhou ancients and the solitary sails in March, only watching the Yangtze River. I also watched the snow falling beyond the Great Wall on the gate of Shanhaiguan, the first pass in the world; I once sailed in West Lake in Hangzhou, Taihu Lake in Wuxi, Donghu Lake in Wuchang and Dianchi Lake in Kunming, watching the sunset fly alone, and the autumn water was the same as the sky. I also enjoy the moon at the annual Lantern Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival. After getting married, in the harmonious moonlight, my wife and I recited Tang poetry and Song poetry many times together. My wife's love for Tang poetry also hit it off with herself. Also realized the desire to see beautiful women under the moon. Although poor after marriage, husband and wife often read poems, laugh about romantic affairs, and raise well in the wind. Comfort each other: the breeze and the bright moon don't cost a penny, so why not run with the bulls!

Wild dogs and white clouds, young flowers turn at first. In a blink of an eye, my generation has entered middle age. I occasionally lament that I was young and famous, and I was wandering in the rivers and lakes. I often comforted myself by reading poems. I am also proud of my favorite profession as a teacher. We read familiar Tang and Song poems to each other, which makes us more aware of life. Everyone is glad that the poems of Tang and Song Dynasties have brought us human temperament and tolerance, and I am also very satisfied with the enrichment of my life!

"When is the bright moon? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? " Seeing the moon this autumn, my mood is very different from that when I was a child, very different. Decades of life have probably experienced a lot of ups and downs. I look at the bright moon in the sky, sometimes walking in clouds, sometimes Yun Zheyue, sometimes the bright moon is in the sky, and an elegant and comfortable mood arises spontaneously. Along the long tree-lined road by the river, I slowly walked deeper. ...

Mid-Autumn Poetry 13 I met the bright moon in my dream.

Dear you, standing on the dance floor in the moonlight.

Sing an intoxicating melody gently

The fragrance of osmanthus is dispersed in the smoke of human kitchen.

This is a reunion festival.

Love should not be hidden in hard places.

Lost in the mythical scene of the Millennium.

Chang 'e, who has lived in the Moon Palace for a long time.

What was she looking for when she dived into the earth?

Is it loneliness, loneliness, or a temporary impulse?

Hou Yi's arrow bone, who will interpret eternal hatred in 20xx?

I can't open the door of time.

In the mysterious world, I can't fathom the rolling world of mortals.

Only dreams can stretch my tired soul.

The sunshine in the morning should be warm.

I feel the biting cold all over.

The depth of that dream runs through the soul and life.

Suddenly there is a strong desire to become an immortal.

I want to fly to the bright moon.

Look at the hinterland of the moon, whether there is a password of love hidden.

I combed every idea carefully.

Think about the causes and opportunities of past lives.

Reunion Festival, in the fragrance of moon cakes.

Happiness is the blessing conveyed by Kongming Lantern.

What kind of sadness and sadness is this Mid-Autumn Festival?

Looking up at the sky is like a lost love.

"Mid-Autumn Festival" poem 14 Man Jiang Hong Mid-Autumn Festival farewell

Xin Qiji

Go to the West Building before it's too late for Yun Zheyue.

But when he called, the jade flute cracked with a loud noise.

Who let curling float in the world, the most pity for husband.

Ask Chang 'e, lonely and cold, do you have any worries? It should be Fahua.

Jade liquid is full, and Joan's cup is slippery. Dance with long sleeves, sing and swallow saliva.

Nine times out of ten, it still needs grinding.

It's so late to make a long circle, and human feelings may not see farewell.

Put the past and hate together and return to it.

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Mid-Autumn Festival is one of the poems 15.

Comb the wind and sweep the clouds to surprise Shu' e, and the moon is bright tonight.

Before the eaves, osmanthus blossoms twice, and the song is lonely and sad.

The second is.

Sweet-scented osmanthus is wet in Mid-Autumn Festival, and it is worrying to invite the moon to drink.

Last year, Yu Fu made up for the loss. Who will clean the moon dust tonight?

The third is.

Guanghan Gui Xiang drunk Qiu Guang, Xian invited Xianyou to the first floor.

Give me the bright moon and stay in my dream for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Fourth.

The bright moon hangs over the river, and Gui Xiang overflows the moon.

Su E danced with gauze sleeves, sang songs and combed the wind.

Thin clouds surround the eaves, and jade dew smokes the fence.

That night, I was drunk and dreamed of flying to Joan.

Fifth.

Thin clouds turn the moon silvery white, and cold air invades the laurel waterfall.

Traveling in a foreign land during the festive season, I hope to break through the fog and rain of hibiscus.

In the sixth place

When is the lonely moon gone when the breeze blows the air and the cold dew overflows?

Who planted Danguizhi and gave it to Mid-Autumn Festival?

seven

Infatuation stops at the shame of the moon, and the laurel tree is broken to see the world of mortals.

Invite a cup of love for the moon, the wine is not intoxicating.