The verses about the moon during the Ghost Festival are as follows:

1. The autumn light in the upper world is pure, and the night air in the Ghost Festival is clear. The stars are facing the emperor, and the luan and the crane are making a faint sound. The flowers in the jade cave have long hair, and the moon in the pearl palace is the brightest. Sweeping the altar, the world is solemn, and the ghosts and gods are frightened when they throw their bamboo slips. From the excerpt of "Zhongyuan Riguan Taoist Priests Buxu" by Yin Yao Fan of the Mid-Tang Dynasty.

2. The hazy southern moon is surging out of the clouds. The long whale's eyes are shot downward, and the jade rabbit's hair is separated from the distance. The momentum is coming, and the road is getting higher and higher. Looking at the light and shadow in the evening, I raised my head and held the white wine. It comes from "Looking at the Moon on the Night of Zhongyuan" by Luo Yin in the late Tang Dynasty.

3. The moonlight is like frost but does not touch your skin, and the moonlight is like water but does not touch your clothes. There is no Chinese New Year Festival in a year, and it is the time when the weather is still cold. From the Southern Song Dynasty, Yang Wanli's "Twelve Interpretations of the Early Autumn Drama of Mountain Residence and Zaxing Haiku Style".

4. I don’t know what night it is today. The white dew covers the autumn sky. Stepping on the bright moon in t-shirt, it's like being in Qiongyao Palace. The clear light knows people's intentions, and the flying shadows fall into the cup. The flowing clouds are endless, and the clear light is endless. I want to trace the white clouds and visit Dongpo Weng. Going down Red Cliff in a small boat will be a joy unlike any other. From the excerpt of Zhao Bingwen's "Sacrifice to Taiyi and the Moon on Zhongyuan Night" by Jin·Zhao Bingwen.

5. Sitting on a lantern with a small copper plate, pointing to the east of the city where the full moon is rising. From then on, it was as cold as water when going out at night, and no one sold Dantou Ice. It comes from Zha Shenxing's "Two Poems of the Zhongyuan Dynasty in the Capital, No. 2" by Zha Shenxing in the early Qing Dynasty.

6. Thousands of trees are cool and frost is growing, and the air is clear. Nine roads are bright in the middle of the first month. Children compete with each other to hold green lotus leaves, and thousands of silver flowers scatter the city on fire. ——Pang Wei, Qing Dynasty, "Chang'an Zaxing Bamboo Branch Body".

7. Remember the loved one to relieve the pain of longing for her. Ten years of life and death are boundless, and I will never forget them without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small Xuan window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken heart will be cut off every year. On a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine hills. ——"Jiangchengzi" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty.

8. I don’t regret the destination of my dream, I only regret that it was too hasty. Everything will go wrong if we go through the Chang Gate again. How can we come together and return differently? After the parasol trees were half dead and the frost cleared, the white-headed mandarin ducks flew away without their companions. The grass on the original ground is showing the first light of day, and the old habitat is nestled in the new ridge. Lying on an empty bed listening to the rain outside the south window, who will stay up late at night to mend clothes? ——He Zhu, Song Dynasty, "Partridge Sky".

9. The dream has faded and the fragrance has faded for forty years, and the old willows in the garden will no longer fly. This body is walking in the soil of Jishan, and its traces are still missing. The setting sun on the city is painted with mournful corners, and the sinking garden has no old pool platform. The spring waves under the sad bridge are green, and it seems to be the shadow of a shocked bird. ——Lu You, Song Dynasty, "Two Poems of Shen Yuan".

10. A small reunion in Zhongyuan, and I wish to cherish the people in front of me. Today is the imperial festival, and I am still visiting my hometown. Zen monks share the same table, and Qing Zhai is like sitting in the hall. The tea in the river has the color of floating water, and the wild vegetables have the fragrance of mountains. Suddenly recalling the three autumn chrysanthemums, who is hoeing the small wilderness? ——Xu Jisun of Song Dynasty, "Zhongyuan".