Write a short Mid-Autumn Festival blessing message with poems or lyrics chanting the moon.

Farewell verse: 1. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.

After all, the world is just a small place. (Wang Bo's "Farewell to Shu Guan")

Oh, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you. (Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off")

The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? ? (Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass)

4. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow.

Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan 20 Shi An Xi") 5. Cold rain at night, Wu, seeing off guests in Chushan alone; (Wang Changling "Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn")

6. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. (Gao Shi "Don't be big")

7. Peach Blossom Pond and thousands of feet are not as good as Wang Lun's. (Li Bai's Gift to Wang Lun)

8. The solitary sail is far away from the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. (Li Bai's "Yellow Crane Tower sends bowls to Haoran Guangling")

9. Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint. (Cen Can's "Farewell to Tian Shuji, Wu Guixiang, Snow Song")

10. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue and the sky is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.

Horizon, a corner of the sea, intimate friends are half scattered. After drinking a bottle of wine, I will leave Meng Han tonight. (Li Shutong's Farewell)

Nostalgia in Poetry

1. You come from my old country. Tell me what happened there! .

When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei's miscellaneous poems)

2. I left home when I was young, and my local accent has not changed.

Where do children come from when they meet strangers? "He Zhangzhi's Homecoming Book"

3. Leave the mountain to rest, winter will come, and spring will come.

The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. Song Wenzhi's Crossing the Han River

Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.

Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.

... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.

I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan's "A Stop at the foot of Beibao Mountain")

It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.

The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. (Xue Daoheng's "Homecoming")

6. The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already? .

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking"

7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.

In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions. (Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night")

8. It has been ten frosts in Bingzhou, and I miss Xianyang day and night.

For no reason, I crossed the mulberry river, but I hope that Bing is my hometown. (Liu Zao's "Journey to the North")

9. A vagrant hears drums that indicate fighting, and a wild goose rings in autumn.

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. (Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night)

Mid-Autumn Poetry: Mid-Autumn Festival

(Tang) Lipu

When the mirror rises in the sky, the clouds are silent;

A full round, accompanied by Wan Liyun;

The sly rabbit falls the string, and the demon frog rests in front of him;

Lingcha plans to go hand in hand until the Milky Way is completely clear.

Play with the moon on August 15th.

(Tang) Liu Yuxi

Tonight the sky will wash the world again.

Summer retreats and autumn retreats.

The stars are shining and the breeze is bright.

What can change the human world is Yujing in You Ran.

Prelude to Water Melody

(Song) Su Dongpo

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

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 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.

Festival moon

(Song) 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?

Taichangyin

(Song) Xin Qiji

A round of autumn shadows turned to golden waves, and the flying mirror was re-ground.

Ask Heng E about wine: What should I do if I am cheated by white hair!

Riding the wind, Wan Li is in the sky,

Overlooking the mountains and rivers Go dancing in Guangxi. Human nature is clearer.

Taiwan Province folk songs:

Reflections on Mid-Autumn Festival Tourism

Look at the geese in a lonely shadow, and miss the mink in a thousand miles; The autumn in my hometown recalls the bright moon, and the night terrors in foreign countries.

My hand hasn't climbed over osmanthus, so it's still a banana; Climbing stairs is a sad tribute, looking at the sea and sky in the west.

Homesickness on a moonlit night

The stars are thin and the moon is cold, and the milky way is quiet;

Where is Wan Li's Shanjia? I have a lot of worries when I come at night.

suffer

Late at night, the bright moon hangs high in the sky, silently; Sleepy eyes,

As if in a dream; Living everywhere is restless, and my hometown is in my heart;

Suffering is like burning the heart of a king.

Frontier Poems: Seven Wang Changling Joined the Army

The bonfire is in the west of the city 100 feet, and it is windy and autumn in Shanghai at dusk. Guan Shanyue, who plays Qiangdi, is not worried about the golden boy Wan Li.

The new sound of pipa dance is always the old love. I can't listen to endless worries, and the high autumn moon shines on the Great Wall.

The elm leaves in Guancheng are early yellow, and the ancient battlefield in Shayunli is dusk. Please go back to the army to hide dust and bones, and don't teach soldiers to cry.

There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan. Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.

The desert is foggy, and the red flag is half rolled out of Yuanmen. The former army fought in Taohe River overnight, and it was reported that Tuguhun was captured alive.

Next song:

The withered mulberry trees sing cicadas, and the intersection of Xiaoguan in August is crisp in autumn. Through the gate and back, along the way, nothing but yellow reeds and grass. Heroes are coming to you, and the ice is old and dusty. Learn to boast about brave rangers and horses.

Horses lead horses to drink across the river, the wind is biting, and the autumn wind is like a sword. The sunset on the vast battlefield has not yet fallen, and I saw Lintao County in the distance in the dark. The Great Wall once fought a fierce battle, saying that the frontier soldiers were in high spirits. Since ancient times, there have been sandstorms, bones everywhere and weeds everywhere.

A song of snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home.

Cen Can

The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.

Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom.

Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.

The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear.

Sand is deepened by unfathomable ice, and clouds are dim.