Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
On August 15th, Du Fu of jathyapple looked at the moon and flew to the mirror, returning to his heart to fold his sword. Turn the tent and travel far, climb the laurel and ascend to heaven.
The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers. At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumnal equinox.
Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian's atrium, crows inhabiting Bai Shu, and silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng. I'm looking forward to the moon tonight. I don't know who will land in Qiu Si! Wang Changling, lying on the high seat in the south study, we opened the curtain-we saw the rising moon.
The clear water-flowing wood flows like waves on our windows and doors. Time flies, calmly, beyond our wisdom, and the old and the new alternate.
Our chosen person, our friend, is singing, perhaps, a sad oriental song by the clear river. A thousand miles away, there is a smell of orchids coming with the wind.
In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
Mid-Autumn full moon, cloudless wet clothes, stars pour out the rules. Lin Dong doesn't interfere with getting up gradually, and seeing the road all over the world.
Can also clearly sing the spirit of Hao, willing to teach the dark to take Dan Zhi. Poor Guan Ye Shan Juanying, waiting for five residual wines.
Guan Shanyue Li Bai Mingyue rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.
The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
Thinking about Li Bai at night, the foot of the bed is so bright, will it have frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
On a willow moonlit night, the moonlight is deeper than that of half a family, and the Big Dipper languishes in the south. Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.
The sound of mica screen in Changshang is dark and the long river is sinking. Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.
Du Fu, a wanderer, heard the drums that predicted the battle. It was the first call of autumn, a wild goose from the border. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
Looking at the moon, I think of a distant moon in Zhang Jiuling, which is now at sea and the horizon is * * * at this time. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. In "Frost Moon", Li Shangyin first heard that there was no cicada, and a hundred feet of water met the sky.
Su E, a young woman, is cold-resistant, fighting with frost in the middle of the month, dreaming of Meng Haoran in the autumn night, hanging under the moon in the autumn sky, and her luster is wet. The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in.
The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent. What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand.
Mid-Autumn Festival in Lu Guimeng and other months, first frost lost late, the wind is like a good season. The curtain leans against the tree, feeling infinite, and the candle is faint and fragrant.
I like to listen to the northern sheng sound, and gradually see the southern star fans. Who is the coolpad of the school and wants to reduce the first round and noon?
Zhuang Ni's Mid-Autumn Festival is too thin to ask words, and the narrow clothes and autumn are already cold. The child is full of memories and it is difficult to walk.
Dew entered the hut, and the sound of streams and stone beaches was loud. The moon came in the mountains at night, and I didn't see it until dawn.
On the night of August 15, Liu Yuxi saw the moon in the dust of Taoyuan, and his feelings were between the fairy houses in the clear autumn. Long and cold, standing on the highest mountain at this time.
Blue is nothing but Feng Yun, and Songshan grows in the water. A group of people are moving leisurely, and Gogoing is thousands of miles away.
Shao Jun led me to the jade altar and invited the real fairy officer to come from afar. Cloud * (left car right car) moves under the starry sky, the sky is happy and the bones are cold.
Jin Xin gradually moved eastward, and the shadow of the wheel still rose. It is difficult to get back together when it is absolutely beautiful, and he should be disappointed on this day.
In the Mid-Autumn Moon, Yan Shu turned to court in ten rounds, and tonight she took people to the corner alone. Su E may have no regrets, but Yuchan is lonely and lonely.
In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
Looking at the moon in the pavilion on the night of August 15th, Bai Juyi, on the night of August 15th the year before last, beside the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool. On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall.
Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast. Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual.
2. Poetry about the Mid-Autumn Festival in the sixth grade of primary school: The poem about the Mid-Autumn Festival is: round and cold, all the words are the same.
Li Qiao's Two Poems about Moon Appreciation in Mid-Autumn Festival, Part Two; Mid-Autumn Festival, the real name is small, into the cavity, Yangguan songs and dusk clouds are overflowing with cold. Su Shi's Yangguanqu; If there is no labor in the sky, the osmanthus tree will grow long and break the moon.
Mifei's Mid-Autumn Festival "Looking at the Moon"; Ten years of ups and downs in officialdom, people spent ten Mid-Autumn Festival. Fan Chengda's Water Tune: Decades.
Who is alone with * * * on Mid-Autumn Festival? Su Shi's Xijiang Moon Big Dream; Take the wind, go up to Wan Li and look down at the mountains and rivers.
Xin Qiji's "Tai Chang Yin Jian Kang Mid-Autumn Festival Night is Lu Fu"; Looking far from the sky, you can see the clear sky in Wan Li without a cloud. Su Shi's Niannujiao Mid-Autumn Festival; Smoke everywhere, blue sea flying golden mirror.
Chao's "Song of Fairy Cave Mid-Autumn Festival in Sizhou". I hope I can help you and adopt it.
3. Poems about Mid-Autumn Festival in primary schools 1, Mid-Autumn Festival
Donskontu
Wandering outside autumn scenery, everything feels leisurely.
If there is no moon this night, a year will be wasted.
Interpretation of vernacular:
Walking in the autumn night, singing in a low voice in my spare time, I always feel empty and depressed.
If there is no full moon tonight, this autumn is a waste of time.
Look at the moon in the pavilion on the night of August 15th.
Tang Bai Juyi
On the evening of August 15 last year, next to the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall.
Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast.
Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual.
Interpretation of vernacular:
In the past, on the night of August 15, "I" stood beside the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15 this year, "I" was in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall again.
How can I see that my hometown is in the northwest and the moon has circled several times in the southeast?
The wind blew yesterday and no one paid attention. The beauty tonight is as beautiful as those years ago.
3. Guizi of Tianzhu Temple on August 15th.
Don Pi Rixiu
Yu Xing got off the moon wheel and picked up the dew in front of the temple.
So far, the sky doesn't exist, but Chang 'e should be thrown to people.
Interpretation of vernacular:
Scattered osmanthus petals, like jade beads scattered from the end of the month, are picked up in front of the temple, and the petals are more moistened by dew.
I don't know what happened in the sky until now. This sweet-scented osmanthus was probably sown by Chang 'e and given to everyone.
4, Mid-Autumn Festival, full moon.
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Like Huaihai's eyes, the long sea is as white as silver, and millions of rainbow-like lights are pregnant with pearl oysters.
If there is no labor in the sky, the osmanthus tree will grow long and break the moon.
Interpretation of vernacular:
To the naked eye, Huaihai is as white as silver, and mussels are pregnant with pearls under thousands of rainbow-like lights.
If the moon in the sky is not repaired, the branches of laurel trees will continue to grow and break the moon.
5. Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon
Don
Cloudless World in Wan Li In the autumn of March 35, * * * see the frog dish in Shanghai.
Until the end, I never took a private photo of a family.
Interpretation of vernacular:
On the Mid-Autumn Festival, Wan Li was clear and Wan Li was cloudless. People are watching the moon rising from the sea in Ran Ran.
Until there is no sky beyond the horizon, the moon never shines only for family.
4. 1 The poems describing Tomb-Sweeping Day are: Qingming.
Dondum
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
Poems describing the Spring Festival are: January Day.
Wang Song Anshi
Besides firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tu Su, and thousands of families always exchange new peaches for old ones.
The poem describing the Double Ninth Festival is as follows: Vacation in the mountains reminds me that my brother Tang in Shandong is a stranger in a foreign land. Every time I miss my relatives during the festive season, I know from a distance where my brothers have climbed, and one person is missing everywhere. In the Mid-Autumn Festival, you can check Su Shi's water tune.
5. The poem about Mid-Autumn Festival in primary school 1, the Mid-Autumn Festival Tang Tu wandered outside the autumn scenery, and everything felt leisurely.
If there is no moon this night, a year will be wasted. Interpretation of Vernacular Language: Walking in the autumn night in my spare time and singing in a low voice always makes me feel empty, depressed and nervous.
If there is no full moon tonight, this autumn is a waste of time. 2. Looking at the moon in the pavilion on the night of August 15th, Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty, on the night of August 15th the year before last, beside the apricot garden beside Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall. Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast.
Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual. Interpretation of Vernacular Language: On the night of August 15, "I" stood beside the apricot garden beside Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15 this year, "I" was in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall again. How can I see that my hometown is in the northwest and the moon has circled several times in the southeast?
The wind blew yesterday and no one paid attention. The beauty tonight is as beautiful as those years ago. On the night of August 15th in Tianzhu Temple, Pi Rixiu, the jade star of the Devil's Hall, got off the moon and found a new flower in front of the temple.
So far, the sky doesn't exist, but Chang 'e should be thrown to people. Interpretation of vernacular: Fragmented osmanthus petals, like jade beads scattered from the end of the month, are picked up in front of the temple, and the petals are more moist with dew.
I don't know what happened in the sky until now. This sweet-scented osmanthus was probably sown by Chang 'e and given to everyone. 4, Mid-Autumn Festival, looking at the moon, flying eyes are poor, Huaihai is wrapped in silver, and there are thousands of red lights to raise clams.
If there is no labor in the sky, the osmanthus tree will grow long and break the moon. Interpretation of vernacular: Huaihai is as white as silver with your eyes. Under the rainbow light, mussels are pregnant with pearls.
If the moon in the sky is not repaired, the branches of laurel trees will continue to grow and break the moon. 5, Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon Tang Cao Song Wan Li Cloudless World Autumn March 35, * * * See Toad Pan Shanghai Ya.
Until the end, I never took a private photo of a family. Interpretation of Vernacular Language: On the Mid-Autumn Festival, the sky was clear and there were no clouds in Wan Li. People are watching the moon rising from the sea in Ran Ran.
Until there is no sky beyond the horizon, the moon never shines only for family.
6. When will there be an ancient poem about Mid-Autumn Festival? I take my glass from a distance. -Su Shi's "Mid-Autumn Festival with Water Tune and Ice Dust"
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. -Su Shi's "Mid-Autumn Festival with Water Tune and Ice Dust"
So far, the sky doesn't exist, but Chang 'e should be thrown to people. -Pi Rixiu's "Guizi on August 15th in Tianzhu Temple"
Dancing and wandering in the wind, I don't know what kind of night it will be -Su Shi's Niannujiao Mid-Autumn Festival
Cherish this evening and the moon, where to go. -Xin Qiji's "Yulan Slow Mid-Autumn Festival Drinking and Meeting Visitors". 》
Only tonight, all the colors are the same. —— Guo's Drunk Fall, Mid-Autumn Festival of Bing Yin.
Considering Chang 'e, the palace cold in September. -Shi Dazu's Mid-Autumn Festival in Qi Tianle Su Zhen Ding Yi
Every lap is good night, even this night is partial, and I am very disgusted with this song. -Wu Wenying's "Jade Leaks Late, Hanging Mirrors for Mid-Autumn Festival Evening Fu"
The sky should deliberately cover the aperture. -Zhu Chen's "Jiangchengzi Mid-Autumn Festival Early Rain and Sunny Night"
7. My own Mid-Autumn Festival poems should be suitable for sixth-grade students: I drink the bright moon Li Bai alone from from a pot of wine among the flowers, and I drink it alone. No one accompanied me until I raised my cup, and I asked the moon to bring me my shadow, so that the three of us could not drink, and my shadow marked me blankly; But there was still a time when I had these friends, eat, drink and spring. I danced while singing. Make love when you wake up, and disperse when you are drunk. I keep swimming and I have a good time. On the night of August 15th, Du Fu looked at the moon and flew in the mirror. Return to the heart and fold the sword. Turn the tent far away and climb the laurel tree to the sky. The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the Woods see feathers. At this time, I am looking forward to the little white rabbit, and I want to count the autumn flowers. Looking forward to Wang Jian's Fifteen Nights in the Atrium, Bai Shu crows and Coody Leng osmanthus are silent. I don't know whose house will fall in Qiu Si tonight! Wang Changling, lying on the high seat in the south study, we opened the curtain-we saw the rising moon, the radiance and the Shui Mu, flowing like waves in our windows and doors, several surpluses and deficiencies, calmly, beyond our wisdom, changing the new and the old, our choice, our friends, now by the clear river, singing, perhaps, a sad oriental song, a thousand miles. In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate. It's a bad night in this life, so I won't see the bright moon next year. The Mid-Autumn Festival is full moon, which is already in full swing. Looking at the road all over the world, you can still sing the heroic spirit, and you are willing to teach the darkness to take the Dan branch. Poor night, I was faced with the fifth-class residual wine. Guan Shanyue Li Bai Mingyue rose from the mountain in the sky, and came from thousands of miles in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds and wind, banging on the battlements of Yumenguan. China marched on Deng Bai Road, while the Tatar army peeped in the blue waters of the bay, because there was no famous battle in history to send all the soldiers back. Keep the guest watching the side color, thinking about how bitter it is. When the tall building lights up at night, I should sigh. I think of the moonlit night in front of Li Bai's bed. I sank again and suddenly remembered home. The moonlight of Liu is deeper and half-burnt, and the Beidou withers south. Spring blossoms tonight, and insects are fresh through the green window screen. The hidden mica screen in Changshang is deep, and the long river is sinking. Chang 'e should regret stealing the elixir and stay awake at night. "Moonlight Remembering Brothers" Du Fu's "Wanderers listen to the sound of war drums, and the wild geese cry in the early autumn to know that the frost is exposed tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Ah, my brothers, lost and scattered, homeless, asking about life and death. The post is not long, but the situation is not over. Although I blew out the candle, it didn't get dark, although I put on my coat, it didn't get warm, so I left my message to the moon, and then turned to my bed, looking forward to my dream. In Frost Moon, Li Shangyin first heard that there was no cicada, and a hundred feet of water reached the sky. Su E, a young woman, is hardy. She is pregnant with frost in the middle of the month. Meng Haoran hangs in the crisp autumn sky, with the bright moon shining high and moist. She was surprised that the magpie was undecided and fireflies rolled in. The cold shadows in the courtyard are sparse, and the night near the pestle is urgent. What is the occasion? Looking at the sky, I stood there. On Mid-Autumn Festival, Lu Guimeng turned short and first frost was late, but the good wind seemed to give me a good moment. The curtains are infinitely separated from the trees, and the candlelight is faint and fragrant. I sit there tirelessly. I love the northern sheng tune, and I gradually see that the stars in the south are gone. Who wants to reduce the first round and noon? The Mid-Autumn Festival in Zhuang Ni is too thin, narrow clothes and autumn are already very cold. Children are full of memories, and it is difficult to know how to travel. I didn't see it until dawn. On the night of August 15, Liu Yuxi saw the moon in the dust of Taoyuan, and he was in love with the fairy house in the clear autumn. The dew was long and cold, and I stood on the highest mountain. I can't afford the blue sky and Feng Yun. Songshan is in the water. The group moves leisurely and takes care of it, which is thousands of miles in Gogoing. Shao Jun led me to the jade altar, and there was no one over the ceremony, so I invited the real fairy officer. Yun * (left car right) wants to move under the stars, and the sky. He should be disappointed on this day. In the Mid-Autumn Moon, Yan Shu turned to court in ten rounds, and tonight she took people to the corner alone. It is not necessarily that Su E has no disappointment and hatred, the jade toad is indifferent, and the osmanthus is lonely. In the Mid-Autumn Moon, Su Shi's clouds are full, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate. It's been a hard night in my life. Where can I see the bright moon next year? On the night of August 15, I watched the moon in the pavilion. On the night of August 15 the year before last, Bai Juyi wrote a song.
8. There are ten ancient poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival: Drinking the Moon Alone, from a pot of wine among the flowers by Li Bai and I Drink Alone. No one is with me.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
On August 15th, Du Fu of jathyapple looked at the moon and flew to the mirror, returning to his heart to fold his sword. Turn the tent and travel far, climb the laurel and ascend to heaven.
The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers. At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumnal equinox.
Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian's atrium, crows inhabiting Bai Shu, and silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng. I'm looking forward to the moon tonight. I don't know who will land in Qiu Si! Wang Changling, lying on the high seat in the south study, we opened the curtain-we saw the rising moon.
The clear water-flowing wood flows like waves on our windows and doors. Time flies, calmly, beyond our wisdom, and the old and the new alternate.
Our chosen person, our friend, is singing, perhaps, a sad oriental song by the clear river. A thousand miles away, there is a smell of orchids coming with the wind.
In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
Mid-Autumn full moon, cloudless wet clothes, stars pour out the rules. Lin Dong doesn't interfere with getting up gradually, and seeing the road all over the world.
Can also clearly sing the spirit of Hao, willing to teach the dark to take Dan Zhi. Poor Guan Ye Shan Juanying, waiting for five residual wines.
Guan Shanyue Li Bai Mingyue rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.
The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
Thinking about Li Bai at night, the foot of the bed is so bright, will it have frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
On a willow moonlit night, the moonlight is deeper than that of half a family, and the Big Dipper languishes in the south. Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.
The sound of mica screen in Changshang is dark and the long river is sinking. Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.
Du Fu, a wanderer, heard the drums that predicted the battle. It was the first call of autumn, a wild goose from the border. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
Looking at the moon, I think of a distant moon in Zhang Jiuling, which is now at sea and the horizon is * * * at this time. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.
You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. In "Frost Moon", Li Shangyin first heard that there was no cicada, and a hundred feet of water met the sky.
Su E, a young woman, is cold-resistant, fighting with frost in the middle of the month, dreaming of Meng Haoran in the autumn night, hanging under the moon in the autumn sky, and her luster is wet. The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in.
The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent. What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand.
Mid-Autumn Festival in Lu Guimeng and other months, first frost lost late, the wind is like a good season. The curtain leans against the tree, feeling infinite, and the candle is faint and fragrant.
I like to listen to the northern sheng sound, and gradually see the southern star fans. Who is the coolpad of the school and wants to reduce the first round and noon?
Zhuang Ni's Mid-Autumn Festival is too thin to ask words, and the narrow clothes and autumn are already cold. The child is full of memories and it is difficult to walk.
Dew entered the hut, and the sound of streams and stone beaches was loud. The moon came in the mountains at night, and I didn't see it until dawn.
On the night of August 15, Liu Yuxi saw the moon in the dust of Taoyuan, and his feelings were between the fairy houses in the clear autumn. Long and cold, standing on the highest mountain at this time.
Blue is nothing but Feng Yun, and Songshan grows in the water. A group of people are moving leisurely, and Gogoing is thousands of miles away.
Shao Jun took me to the jade altar and invited the real fairy officials from afar. Cloud * (left car right car) moves under the starry sky, the sky is happy and the bones are cold.
Jin Xin gradually moved eastward, and the shadow of the wheel still rose. It is difficult to get back together when it is absolutely beautiful, and he should be disappointed on this day.
In the Mid-Autumn Moon, Yan Shu turned to court in ten rounds, and tonight she took people to the corner alone. Su E may have no regrets, but Yuchan is lonely and lonely.
In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
Looking at the moon in the pavilion on the night of August 15th, Bai Juyi, on the night of August 15th the year before last, beside the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool. On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall.
Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast. Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual.
On the night of August 15th, there was a full moon in Tianzhu Temple, Pi Rixiu and laurel seeds, and new discoveries were made in front of the temple. So far, the sky doesn't exist, but Chang 'e should be thrown to people.
Seeing the Moon in Mid-Autumn Festival comes from Su Shi's "The Mountain is High Before the Bright Moon", and the red light thousands of feet gives birth to white hair. A cup of silver is not full, and the clouds are scattered.
Those who wash God's eyes should welcome the water from Fermin River. Then I will be indifferent to people in the world, just like I am sorry for Zhan Ran.
Mars in the southwest is like a projectile. Its horns and tail are bright and pale. Not tonight, but even fireflies are fighting for the cold.
Who was rowing yesterday? This is a thousand days and nights. The twists and turns have no intention of chasing the waves, and they bow their heads to sacrifice with the song board.
Did Bo * (left wind and right wind) return before the green fluorescence disappeared and turned to the mountain? The bright moon is easy to fall and disperse, and it is even more important to see it when you come back.
The clearer the moonlight in front of the hall, the better, and the cold throat * (the general will get worms) will show grass. Shutters push doors silently, while windows are silent and old.
Du Nan is engaged in shame and poverty, and there are several people who write moon poems. In the Ming dynasty, the personnel were in the same position as the morning glow, and suddenly I dreamed of Yao and Taiwan.
Mid-Autumn Festival, Mifei is poor, Huaihai is wrapped in silver, and Wan Daohong breeds mussels. If there is no labor in the sky, the osmanthus tree will grow long and break the moon.