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There are more ancient poems about Mid-Autumn Festival 100
Chinese Mid-Autumn festival

Is a man with

Thousands of years of history

Ancient festivals.

Speaking of Mid-Autumn Festival,

People always think of

Reunion, moon cakes, moon viewing ...

When we were with the ancients

When enjoying a bright moon together,

Do you want to know

Scholars and writers throughout the ages,

How to pass the work

To express the artistic conception of the Mid-Autumn Festival?

Mid-autumn festival today

Xiaobian has prepared for you.

Mid-Autumn Festival Poems 100

Accompanied by songs

Let's read it together!

How bright the moon is

Anonymous in eastern Han dynasty

How bright the moon is, according to my bed.

Sadness can't sleep, and I wander around with my clothes on.

Although the guest is happy, it is better to turn back early.

When you leave home alone, who should you sue?

Leading back into the room, tears stained the dress.

Drinking Alone with the Moon.

Tang Libai

The flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends and drink alone.

Raising my cup, I invite the bright moon, who brings me its shadow and makes us three.

The moon did not know drinking, the shadow in front of the body behind.

I had to mingle with them for a while, and to enjoy the pleasure of the happy spring.

I sing the song is bright and wandering, I dance the shadow before drifting.

Wake up together happy, drunk after each dispersion.

I would like to be with them forever to forget the injury of friendship, similar to the milky way of the milky way.

Guan Shanyue.

Tang Libai

A round of moon rises from the Qilian mountains, through the vast sea of clouds.

The mighty wind blows tens of thousands of miles, passing through the Yumen pass.

That year, Han soldiers pointed to baideng mountain road, Tubo coveted Qinghai vast territory.

This is the land of war in the past dynasties, few soldiers can survive.

The soldiers turn round, looking toward the border, and think of home, with wistful eyes.

The wife of the soldiers at the high tower, Lament when can see distant relatives.

Silent night thinking

Tang Libai

So bright a gleam on the foot of my bed. Could there have been a frost already?

I raise my head to gaze at the moon, Lowering my head, my nostalgia comes around.

Gulangyue's Journey

Tang Libai

Hours do not know the sky bright moon, it is called the white jade disk.

Suspect it is the Yao Platform, flying in the sky above the sky.

Immortals hang their feet, and osmanthus trees form a group.

The white rabbit smashed the medicine and asked who was with the meal.

The white rabbit is not old panacea, can you tell me who to eat?

Toads eat the full moon, the moon, the moon is so dark and unclear.

Hou yi shot down nine suns, the heaven on earth is free from disaster, pure brightness and quiet.

The moon has been lost and confused, there is nothing to see than go away. Sad to destroy the heart!

Jathyapple on August 15th.

Du fu in Tang dynasty

The full moon flies in the mirror and returns to the heart to fold the sword.

Turn the tent and go far, climb the laurel and climb the sky.

The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers.

At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit and I want to count the autumn cents.

Remembering my brothers on a moonlight night.

Du fu in Tang dynasty

A wanderer hears drums portending battle, by the first call of autumn from a wildgoose at the border.

Dew changes to frost since tonight, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!

All the brothers were scattered, and no family could inquire about life and death.

Letters to Luoyang city often cannot be sent to, and the war is often not stopped.

Moonlit night

Du fu in Tang dynasty

Far off in Fuzhou she is watching the moonlight, watching it alone from the window of her chamber.

For our boy and girl, poor little babes, are too young to know where the Capital is.

Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, her jade-white shoulder is cold in the moon.