There are quite a few poems about the autumnal equinox, which not only describe the autumn more, but also refer to the autumnal equinox less. Let me introduce a few words to you:

First, the Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon

Don Li Pin

The autumnal equinox stops overnight, and the shade is the most brilliant. It is good to live in the sea, and Xu looks at the past.

The layer is empty and suspicious, and I want to sneak. He is not alike in the evening, and the morning chicken can't listen.

Interpretation:

On the day of the autumnal equinox, everything seems to have changed overnight, and the moon on this day is particularly bright. The sky looks like a magnificent ocean, but when you look closely, you can see the boundless sky.

The distant sky seems to have been washed, and everything in time can't wait to be hidden in a pure atmosphere. You can't see such beautiful scenery at other times, but it's a pity that it will be dawn soon after the cock crows in the morning.

Second, the wordless teacher returned to the Taoist school for poetry

Song Zhao Shixiu

The teacher is speechless, so I don't know what to say. I only know that the Buddha shines on the child, and I have been in charge of the Wild Goose Mountain Cloud.

The world is idle and precious, and the world is hot. Jun Zhou County is near Zhai, and Ann sat on the autumnal equinox.

Interpretation:

There is nothing to say, and I don't know what I should say. I only know the clouds and light in the sky, which make people feel comfortable.

Nothing in this world is more precious than leisure, but the environment we live in is like being roasted every day. Stay at home in the narration state and spend the autumn equinox quietly.

Third, after the autumnal equinox, I feel chilly.

Song luyou

It's early autumn this year, and the trees don't stay yellow.

Crickets are in the sky, and they are near my bed.

In any case, I am old when I die, and I am as young as I am.

There is not a bottle of wine, but also a book.

Drinking and reading ancient books, I miss Huang Tang.

Who can cure the madness with ointment?

Interpretation:

Autumn came earlier this year, and the leaves on the trees fell off before they turned yellow. Crickets were supposed to be under the eaves of children, but suddenly they came to my bedside.

I'm too old to die, so let it stay here. I have a glass of wine and books with me, drinking wine and reading ancient books, and I can't help but feel deeply moved when I think of a saint like Emperor Yaodi.

Although I am old, my warm-blooded nature is still there, but what medicine can I cure my broken body?