First, the sky will wash the world again tonight. -Liu Yuxi's "Playing with the Moon on the Night of August 15th"
Appreciation: God used the moonlight like water tonight to clean the whole world.
The word "Playing with the Moon" mainly depicts the beautiful scenery of jathyapple in the Mid-Autumn Festival, which was enjoyed on August 15th, and at the same time, it has a philosophical connotation. Although it is "playing with the moon", it is full of moonlight, and the heart is shaking, which shows the ingenuity of the poet.
Second, the circle is cold and empty, and all the words are the same. -Li Qiao's "Two Mid-Autumn Moon Poems, Part Two"
Appreciation: What everyone says is truth. The world is changing, and human's understanding of nature and society is deepening and developing with the improvement of human's cognitive ability. Whether an understanding is correct or not does not depend on the number of people who hold this understanding. Even if everyone says yes, we should dare to doubt and explore deeply.
Understanding problems is the most taboo to substitute one for the other, to substitute one for the whole, and to describe local and one-sided phenomena instead of exploring the whole or essence. Seeing the bright moon in the sky here and now and imagining that the four seas are the same, it is precisely to take this place for the other and to generalize the whole.
Poetry reveals a truth by chanting the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival: things in the world are very different and ever-changing, and they cannot all be the same. Just like the Mid-Autumn Night, there is a bright moon in the sky here, but the poet's place is stormy.
Third, the bright moon hangs in the autumn sky, and the brilliance is wet. -Meng Haoran's "Autumn Night Under the Moon"
Appreciation: "The bright moon hangs in the autumn sky, and the brilliance is wet." The extremely plain writing outlines a lonely and clear moon. The bright moon is very quiet, willing to hang in the autumn sky, and it is not overbearing. It just shines the brilliance on the crystal dew. This is not a show-off, but a kind of care as light as water, just like a poet has a subtle relationship with the bright moon.
It is a lyric poem, describing the poet's feelings when gazing at the bright moon: there seems to be a little joy and a little comfort, but there are also many sorrows, such as the frustration of official career, the disillusionment of ideals and the ups and downs of life. Poetry, in the natural outflow of the situation and the harmony between thought and environment, shows a kind of artistic beauty that is light and tasteful, but hidden.