Mid-Autumn Customs: enjoying the moon, osmanthus flowers, and eating mooncakes.

Story: Chang'e runs to the moon.

Couplets: The toad in the sea is fond of life*** sent; the bird in the sky is tired of thinking of when to return.

Poem:

"Drinking Alone Under the Moon"

Li Bai

A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without relatives.

Raising a glass to invite the moon, the shadow becomes three.

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

The moon and the shadows will be with me for a while, but I will not be able to enjoy myself until spring.

I sing the moon's song, I dance the shadows.

When I wake up, we have fun together, but when I get drunk, we are scattered.

This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world, and I'm sure we'll meet again soon.

The Moon on the Fifteenth Night of August

Du Fu

The full moon flew in a bright mirror, and the heart of the returner folded a big sword.

Turning the canopy and traveling far away, climbing the laurel and looking up to the sky.

The waterways are suspected to be frosty and snowy, and the forests are full of feathers.

The white rabbit is now looking at me, and I want to count the hairs on the ground.

"Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night"

Wang Jian

The crows are perched on the white trees in the courtyard, and the osmanthus blossoms are wet with cold dew.

The moon is bright tonight, and I wonder whose home my thoughts of autumn have fallen on!