About writing ancient poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival

About writing ancient poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Mid-Autumn Festival is one of the traditional festivals in China, and it also represents reunion. There are many ancient poems describing the Mid-Autumn Festival since ancient times. So what are the ancient poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival? Share the following with everyone, and forward it to people around you quickly! An ancient poem about writing Mid-Autumn Festival 1

Li Bai: Thinking about a quiet night

so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?.

lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.

Liu Fangping: On a moonlit night

It's half a house with a deeper moonlight, and the big dipper is dry and inclined to the south.

tonight, I know it's warm in spring, and the sound of insects is fresh through the green window screen.

(Tang) Li Pu: Mid-Autumn Festival

When the mirror rises in the sky, there is silence between the clouds;

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 comes to life.

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

Zhang Jiuling: looking at the moon and thinking of one far away

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.

Li shangyin: Frosty Moon

When I first heard of the wild goose, there was no cicada, and a hundred feet of high water reached the sky.

Su E, a young woman, is cold-tolerant, and she fights in the frost in the middle of the month.

Meng Haoran: I am pregnant under the autumn night and the moon

The bright moon hangs in the autumn sky, and the luster is wet.

I was surprised that the magpie was undecided, and the flying fireflies rolled in.

the cold shadows of the courtyards are sparse, and the sound of the neighboring pestle is urgent at night.

what a long time! Look at the sky and stand.

Lu Guimeng: Mid-Autumn Festival is waiting for the moon

When the frost is lost, it turns late, and the good wind seems to be a good time.

the curtain is leaning against the trees, and the candle is faint and fragrant, so I don't hesitate to sit.

I like to hear the sound of the Sheng tune in the north, and gradually watch the stars fall into the south basket.

who wants to reduce the first round and noon for cooling power?

Yuan Haowen: Ni Zhuang's Mid-Autumn Festival

Strong meals are too thin, and narrow clothes are already cold in autumn.

it's hard for children to walk when they remember each other.

when the air is exposed into the hut, the sound of the stream is loud on the stone beach.

the moon comes at night in the mountains, but I haven't seen it until dawn.

Liu Yuxi: playing the moon in Taoyuan on the night of August 15th

Seeing the moon in the dust is also a leisure time, and the situation is between the immortals in the clear autumn.

the condensation is long and cold, and it stands on the highest mountain at this time.

Yun Feng can't afford the blue sky, and the Songshan Mountain grows in the water.

the group moves leisurely, and Gogoing is thousands of miles away.

Shaojun led me to the jade altar, and I invited the true fairy officer from afar.

the clouds want to move under the stars, and the sky is happy and the bones are cold.

Jin Xia Xin Xin gradually spread to the east, and the shadow of the wheel promoted the frequent hope of Judah.

It's hard to get back together when the scenery is perfect. He should be disappointed this year.

Yan Shu: Mid-autumn moon

Ten rounds of frost shadows turn to the court, and this evening brings people to the corner alone.

Su E may not have no regrets, but Yu Chan is cold and sweet-scented osmanthus, an ancient poem about writing the Mid-Autumn Festival. 2

Two poems by jathyapple on August 15th. One

Author: Du Fu

Flying a mirror at the full moon, returning to his heart and breaking his sword.

turn the tent and travel far away, and climb the laurel to the sky.

frost and snow are suspected in the waterway, and feathers are seen in the forest.

at this time, I look at the white rabbit, eager to count the autumn cents.

Guizi in Tianzhu Temple on the night of August 15th

Author: Pi Rixiu

Jade-crowned Shanshan got off the moon, and she found something new in front of the temple.

Up to now, there is nothing in heaven, but Chang 'e should throw it at people.

with My Brother at the South Study Thinking in the Moonlight of Vice-Prefect Cui in Shanyin

Author: Wang Changling

lying on a high seat in the south study, we have lifted the curtain-and we see the rising moon.

Qing Huilian Shui Mu, and flow like a wave on our window and our door.

A few days have passed, calmly, beyond our wisdom, altering new to old.

our chosen one, our friend, is now by a limpid river, singing, perhaps, a plaintive eastern song.

how about a thousand miles, and yet a breath of orchids comes along the wind.

Mid-Autumn Festival, climbing the stairs and looking at the moon

Author: Mi Fei

Poor eyes, Huaihai is as rich as silver, and Wan Daohong breeds mussels and treasures.

if there are no moon-mending households in the sky, cassia twig will be damaged to the west wheel.

Looking at the moon for fifteen nights and sending it to Du Langzhong

Author: Wang Jian

Crow in Bai Shu in the atrium, osmanthus fragrans in Coody Leng.

The moon is full of expectations tonight. I wonder whose home Qiu Si will be?

There is a feeling under the autumn night and the moon

Author: Meng Haoran

The moon is hanging in the autumn sky, and the brilliance is wet.

I was surprised that the magpie was undecided, and the flying fireflies rolled in.

the cold shadows of the courtyards are sparse, and the sound of the neighboring pestle is urgent at night.

what a long time! Look at the sky and stand.

Shuidiao Song Tou

Author: Su Shi

Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, drunk, writing this article, and pregnant.

when will there be a bright moon? I fetch the wine glass from afar. I do not know the palace in heaven, and what month and when.

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 shadows are like on earth.

turn to Zhuge, low-lying households, and take photos without sleep. The moon should not have any resentment against people, why is it that the people are only round when they leave?

people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of ups and downs, which is an ancient and difficult matter. I hope people will live for a long time, and they will be beautiful for thousands of miles.

Mid-Autumn Festival to see the moon and the son by

Author: Su Shi

Before the bright moon rises above the mountains, the bright light shines a thousand feet and gives birth to white hair.

a cup of silver is not full, and the clouds are as bad as the waves.

whoever washes the eyes of God should spend thousands of tons of water in Minghe River.

So I asked Leng to look at people in the world. As I see it, Zhan Ran can't bear it.

Mars in the southwest is like a projectile, and its horn and tail are bright and pale.

I can't see what I'm watching tonight, which makes fireflies fight for the cold.

who is boating on the ancient frontier, making a fish dragon change at night?

the twists and turns are unintentional, and the flowers are chasing the waves, and the songs are accompanied by the songs.

if the green light disappears, it will not turn to the front mountain, and the waves and winds will not be strong again.

the bright moon is easy to fall and people are easy to disperse, and it is more important to watch when you come back.

the clearer the moonlight in front of the hall, the colder the throat, and the grass is exposed.

the roller shutter pushes the door to silence, and the silence under the window is only old Chu.

Nandu is engaged in being ashamed and poor, and there are quite a few people who write poems about the moon.

With the sunrise in the Ming Dynasty, people suddenly dreamt about Yao Taiwanese.