"The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown." During the Mid-Autumn Festival, wanderers will feel homesick, and literati will pursue poetry and painting. yuwenmi I have compiled ancient poems about the traditional Mid-Autumn Festival. Welcome to appreciate and learn from them.
"Thoughts on the Mid-Autumn Festival"
The lonely figure watches the wild geese, and the daughter misses the mink; the autumn of my hometown recalls the moon, and the night terror in a foreign country.
The hand has not climbed the osmanthus, but it is like a curled banana; I climb the tower to compose a sad poem, and look to the west at the distant sea and sky.
"Mid-Autumn Moon"
Su Shi (Song Dynasty)
The dusk clouds have gathered up and overflowed with the clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently,
In this life This night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
"Mid-Autumn Festival"
(Tang Dynasty) Li Pu
The treasure mirror rises in the sky, and the fairy sounds in the clouds are silent;
The beauty of the moon is evenly divided, and the clouds are always bright;
The cunning rabbit falls from the string, and the evil toad does not appear in front of you;
Lingcha made an appointment to join hands, and we will wait for more The Milky Way is completely cleared.
"Moonlight Night Homesickness"
The stars are sparse and the moon is cold in the Milky Way, and thousands of people are singing silently;
Where is the home thousands of miles away, and the guest who comes at night is full of sorrow .
"Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night"
Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty
Crows roost on the white trees in the courtyard, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently.
Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks at it, I wonder who is thinking about autumn?
"Mid-Autumn Moon"
Yan Shu, Song Dynasty
Ten Wheels The frost shadow turns to the courtyard, and this evening, people are alone in the corner.
Su'e may not be without regrets, the jade toad is cold and the sweet-scented osmanthus is lonely.
"Back to Dong Tiju and the Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet"
Wen Tianxiang of the Song Dynasty
Wait for the moon to raise your glass, and call the fragrant bottle into the green net.
Worship the fallen stars and make appointments with the bright moon.
"Arrived in Jianning on the 15th Night"
Xu Wei, Ming Dynasty
A boat was moored at dusk in the west of the city, and we set off towards the long bridge to see the full moon.
Gradually, you go up to the distant smoke and floating grass, and suddenly you are in front of the falling eaves of the high pavilion.
"Mid-Autumn Festival"
Li Pu of the Tang Dynasty
The treasure mirror rises in the sky, and the fairy sounds in the clouds are silent;
Evenly divided. The wheel is full, and the clouds are always bright;
The cunning rabbit falls from the string, and the monsters stop appearing in front of you;
The souls make an appointment to join hands, and wait for the Milky Way Completely clear.
"Playing with the Moon on the Night of August 15th"
Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
The sky will sweep the moon tonight, once and for all.
The summer heat has retreated and the sky is clear, and the autumn scenery is clear and clear.
The stars make them shine, and the wind and dew make them beautiful.
The one who can change the world is Yu Jing.
"Zhongqiu Mid-Autumn Festival"
Zhang Huangyan of the Ming Dynasty
The autumn scenery is long, and the orchid, osmanthus and osmanthus are fragrant.
The moon is bright and round, people are thousands of miles away, the wind is strong and the sail is light and the swallows are traveling together.
"Seeing the Moon and Ziyou in the Mid-Autumn Festival"
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
The bright moon is easy to be seen when people are low, but it is more important to watch it when you return to drink wine.
The moonlight in front of the hall becomes clearer and clearer, and the grass in the throat is humming with cold dew.
No one is around when the roller blinds are pushed open. Only Old Chu is mute under the window.
Don’t be ashamed of poverty in Nandu. There are several people who write poems about the moon.
"Shui Tiao Ge Tou"
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine.
I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky?
I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that it will be cold in the high places.
How can it be like being in the human world when you dance to clear the shadows?
Turning around the Zhu Pavilion, looking down at the door, the light shines without sleep.
Why should there be no regrets when we say goodbye?
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult to complete in ancient times.
I hope that people will live long and be like cicadas thousands of miles away.