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What are the poems about Mid-Autumn Festival?

Poems about Mid-Autumn Festival:

1. Mid-autumn moon

Tang-Zhang Hu

Blue flowers and sweet flowers are graceful, and clear autumn is the prime period.

every year, when the night is fine, Wan Li will see the light.

it should take a long time to go out of the territory, even later in the high city.

in human relationships, you can't miss each other.

2. Mid-Autumn Festival

Tang-Si Kongtu

Wandering outside autumn scenery, everything feels leisurely.

if there is no moon this night, the autumn will be wasted every year.

3. When is the bright moon?

Song-Su Shi

When is the bright moon? I fetch the wine glass from afar.

I don't know what year it is tonight.

I want to go home by the wind, but I'm afraid of the beautiful buildings and the lonely heights.

dance to find out what a shadow is like on earth.

turn to Zhuge, low-lying households, and take photos without sleep.

there should be no hate. why should we be reconciled?

people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of ups and downs, which is an ancient and difficult matter.

I wish people a long life, and thousands of miles away.

4. Linjiang Fairy-Best Mid-Autumn Festival and Autumn Night Moon

Song-Zhu Dunru

Best Mid-Autumn Festival and Autumn Night Moon, which is often rainy and cloudy.

it's hard to find a cloudless night.

the jade wheel flies in the blue sky, and the screen changes layers.

Cinnamomum cassia fragrance is thick and condensed with dew, and the atmosphere of Zhongxing is distinct.

the orchestral sound of restaurant lights.

who is willing to sleep tonight, drunk to see Xiao Shen cross.

5. looking at the moon and thinking of one far away

Tang-Zhang Jiuling

the moon, grown full now over the sea, Tianya * * * At this time.

brings to separated hearts, the long thoughtfulness of night.

it is no darker though I blow out my candle, it is no warmer though I put on my coat.

so I leave my message with the moon, and turn to my bed, hoping for dreams.