Tang Du Fu

The return of the light is slanting, and the floating clouds have not yet returned.

The river's rainbow is bright and far away, and the rain falls in the gorges.

The geese and wild geese have gone high, and the warriors have fattened themselves.

Autumn equinox is still there, and the bamboo dew is still there.

Gift to the enshrined monk Zirong

Tang - Yao He

Will understand the meaning of Ru Lai, the monk's family is the only gentleman.

Opening the scriptures to the Son of Heaven, riding a horse past the sound.

This temple is farther than the sun, and the new poem is as high as the clouds.

When it's hot, I'll recite a line, and when it's cold, it's better than the fall equinox.

Mid-Autumn Moon Festival

Tang Li Frequency

Autumn equinox stops for one night, and Yin Prana is the most crystalline.

It's good to be born in the sea, and to see how it passes through the darkness.

The sky is full of colors, and all the monsters are trying to get out of the way.

There are no similarities between the other nights, and the morning rooster is not to be heard.

Dot Jianglip

Song - Xie Yi

Golden atmosphere of the autumn equinox, the wind is clear and the dew is cold, half of the autumn period.

The cool toad light is full. The fragrance of osmanthus is far away.

The vegetarian training broad clothes, fairy battles bright flying view.

The neon dress is in disarray. The bridge is scattered with people. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and you were in the middle of the night.

Mid-Autumn Moon Festival

Tang Five Dynasties? Li Frequency

Autumn equinox is a night of stop and go, and the spirit of yin is the most crystalline.

It is a good thing to be born in the ocean, and to be seen in the darkness.

The sky is full of colors, and all the monsters want to be there.

There are no similarities between the other nights, and the morning rooster is not to be heard.

Autumn Equinox Day Memory with Ji

Poet:Zi Jingyi

Century:Qing Dynasty

When we meet the festival, I think of my son, and I recite poems to the sunset.

The swallows will leave tomorrow, and the autumn will be divided at this time.

The traveler is empty of tongs, and his career is only selling literature.

It is better to hang up the sails early than to wait for the snow to fall.