Mid-Autumn Festival is a reunion festival, and there are many poems describing Mid-Autumn Festival food:

When will there be a bright moon? I fetch the wine glass from afar. -Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Festival in Bingchen

Advise you to drink a glass of wine more, and go out to Yangguan for no reason. -Wang Wei's Wei Cheng Qu

was deeply asleep by the wine Mo Jing Chun, and the gambling book was so fragrant that it was only unusual at that time. -Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha Who Read the West Wind to Cool Alone"

Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind dispersed, and a deep sleep did not consume the wine. -Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream, Last Night's Rain Drift"

A luminous glass of grape wine. If you want to drink pipa, you should be urged immediately. -William Wang's Two Poems of Liangzhou

Riding a princess in the world of mortals and laughing, no one knew it was litchi. -Du Mu's "Three Poems of Crossing the Huaqing Palace, Part I"

Thousands of miles of yingti are green and red, and the water village is full of wine flags. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

There are 3 lychees a day, and I have never hesitated to be a Lingnan person. -Su Shi's "Eating Litchi"

A new word and a glass of wine. Last year, the weather was old. -Yan Shu's "Huanxisha, a New Word and a Drink"

we open your window over garden and field, to talk mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands. -Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Man's Village"

Peach, plum and spring breeze, a glass of wine, the river's lake has been raining for ten years. -Huang tingjian's

where can I find a restaurant? The shepherd boy laughed and did not answer the apricot mountain village. -"Qingming Festival" by Du Mu

The smoke cage is cold and the moon is full of sand, and the night is near Qinhuai restaurant. -Du Mu's Bo Qinhuai

and loud my song and deep my drink, on the green spring-day that starts me home. -du fu's both sides of the yellow river recaptured by the imperial army

there's a gleam of green in an old bottle, there's a stir of red in the quiet stove. -a suggestion to my friend liu by Bai Juyi

from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drank alone. There was no one with me. -Li Bai's Four Poems of drinking Alone with the Moon, Part One

There is a real meaning in it, and I have forgotten what I want to say. -Tao Yuanming's "Drinking Five"

Laugh a glass of wine and kill people in the city. -Li Bai's

How can I ask you? The heart is far from self-centered. -Tao Yuanming's "Drinking Five"

A glass of turbid wine is home to Wan Li, but Yan Ran has not finished it. -Fan Zhongyan's "Fisherman's Pride Qiu Si"