First, "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights and Sending it to Du Langzhong" Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian

In the atrium, there are crows in Bai Shu, and osmanthus fragrans in Coody Leng.

I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into tonight.

Translation:

The snow-white trees on the ground of the courtyard are inhabited by magpies and crows, and the autumn dew silently wets the osmanthus in the courtyard.

People are looking up at the bright moon in the sky tonight. I wonder whose home this love of Qiu Si falls on?

Second, the Mid-Autumn Moon Song Dynasty: Yan Shu

Ten rounds of frost shadows turn to the court, and this evening is a lonely corner.

Su E may not have no regrets, but the jade toad is lonely and lonely.

In the moonlight, the shadow of the buttonwood tree moves unconsciously with the passage of time, and it is still facing the corner alone on this reunion night.

Chang 'e in the moon palace is not without regret now. After all, she is only accompanied by the cold moon palace and lonely osmanthus trees.

Third, "Mid-Autumn Festival" Tang Dynasty: Si Kongtu

Wandering outside autumn scenery, everything feels leisurely.

If there is no moon in this night, a year will be spent in vain.

Walking in the autumn night in my spare time and singing in a low voice, I always feel empty, depressed and nervous.

If there is no full moon tonight, this autumn is a waste of time.

Fourth, "Mid-Autumn Festival" Song Dynasty: Mi Fei

With the eyes of the Huai - hai, long sea like silver as white, millions of rainbow - like light, the oyster nurtured pearl.

If no one works in the sky, the guishuzhi will be long and will burst the moon.

As far as the eye can see, the Huaihai sea water is as white as silver. Under the colorful light, mussels are pregnant with pearls.

If the moon in the sky is not repaired for him, the laurel branches will probably break the moon.

V. Mid-Autumn Festival Tang Dynasty: Liu Deren

Dust is both inside and outside, and the salty period is bright this evening.

Only once a year, I am afraid that there will be clouds.

The dew is slightly washed, and the light is clear.

Lang Yin looks just right, but he is melancholy and inclined to the west.

Both secular and transcendental are looking forward to the mid-autumn, the moon and the bright future.

It's only once a year, so I'm afraid there will be Yun Zheyue on this day.

Dew washed the dust, and moonlight lit up everything.

It is suitable for chanting poems loudly. Unfortunately, the moon sets in the west, leaving people full of melancholy.