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Famous ancient poems of Mid-Autumn Festival
Famous ancient poems about Mid-Autumn Festival

Mid-autumn festival

(Tang) Li Pu

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

A round of equal shares is full, and it is accompanied by thousands of miles of clouds;

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

Lingcha plans to join hands with each other until the Milky Way is completely clear.

Playing with the Moon on the 15th of August

(Tang) Liu Yuxi

The sky will wash the world again tonight.

The summer is gone, and the autumn is clear.

The stars shine, and the wind shines brilliantly.

Can change the human world, Youran is Yujing.

Water tune song head

(Song) Su Dongpo

Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking happily. Drunk, writing this article, and pregnant.

When did the moon begin to appear? I fetch the wine glass from afar.

I don't know the palace in the sky. What year is it tonight?

I want to go home by the wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu.

It's too cold at the top! Dancing and enjoying the shadow of the moon, which is in the world.

The moon turned scarlet pavilion, hung low on the carved windows, according to the sleepy self.

The moon should not have any resentment against people, why is it that the people are only round when they leave?

Men have sorrow and joy and they part and meet again. The moon dims or shines and it waxes or wanes. Nothing is perfect, not even in the old days.

I hope people will live for a long time, and they will be beautiful for thousands of miles.

Mid-Autumn Moon

(Song) Su Shi

The dusk clouds are overflowing and cold, and the silver man turns to the jade plate silently.

This life is not a good night, where to 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 the wine: What can I do if I am deceived by white hair!

Take the wind, Wan Li in the sky,

Look down at the mountains and rivers. Go to Guangxi and dance. Humanity is more clear.

Suffering

In the dead of night, the bright moon hangs high in the middle of the sky and is silent; Sleepy eyes,

As if in a dream; Living and lying around is restless, and my hometown is in my mind;

Suffering, returning to emptiness, such as burning the king's heart.