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Poems and sentences about Mid-Autumn Festival
The poems about Mid-Autumn Festival are summarized as follows

1, Niannujiao Mid-Autumn Festival

Looking far from the sky, you can see Wan Li in the sky, and there is no trace of clouds. The osmanthus flies, where the light shines, and the autumn is cool for a day. Yuyu Qionglou, take a ride in Luan Li, and people are in a cool country. The mountains and rivers are picturesque, and the smoke trees are vivid.

I clapped my hands and sang wildly, raised a glass to invite the moon, and became three guests. Dancing and wandering in the wind, I don't know what night it is. I want to ride the wind and turn back, so I don't need to ride Pengyi. In the Crystal Palace, the flute was blown off with a loud sound.

2, water tune song, Mid-Autumn Festival

The sound of anvil blowing air is urgent, and the cricket is thinking of high autumn. I'll look at the scenery, not learn from Song Yu to relieve sadness. It's a great pleasure to clean up the bleak situation and pay for it. It has its own sentimental place, and the bright moon hangs on the south tower.

Distressed, across Yu Di, with a long rhyme. On a clear night, lend me this place to pour gold. A lovely day's scenery, leaning on the twelve, if the universe floats. Drunk and sleepy, I don't know how to wake up.

3. Nan Gezi (Mid-Autumn Festival)

The cool moon is full tonight, and the clear sky is wide in Wan Li. Su E should be idle. Specially, the Mid-Autumn Festival is intended to shine on the world.

Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, her jade-white shoulder is cold in the moon. Don't teach me to stand still. It's morning when it floats down in Guihua, and everyone will see.

4. Shuilongyin (Mid-Autumn Festival)

When you come late, the clouds are rolling, and the color is cold. The silver pond is half-hidden, and the autumn is countless, and it is clear that it is not night. Jade's voice, feather's clothes urge dance, this joy is hard to borrow. It's clear and bright, but it feels round and shaded, and curling is really priceless.

I heard that the Shuijing Palace is full of incense burners and beaded curtains. Qiongzhi is half-leaning, Yao Shang is more persuaded, and Yingying is charming. The eyes are broken and the soul flies, the green is lingering around the red, and the small music is empty. If you want to return to drunkenness, you will have a phoenix blossom.