The moon, grown full now over the sea, Tianya * * * at this time.
The people of love all hate the long night, sleepless nights and bring their loved ones to remembrance.
Put out the candle to love this room full of moonlight, I wear clothes wandering deeply night dew cold.
You can not hold the beautiful moonlight to you, only hope to meet you in dreamland.
Second, the most lonely Mid-Autumn Festival poem-"Looking at the Moon on Fifteen Nights" (Don Wang Jian)
In the atrium, there are crows in Bai Shu, and osmanthus fragrans in Coody Leng.
I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into tonight.
Third, the most frontier Mid-Autumn Festival poem-"Midnight Wu Ge Qiu Ge" (Don Li Bai)
In Chang' an city a moonlight, thousands of households are in Daoyi.
The autumn wind blows the sound of Daoyi, every family remembers the people who guard the frontier.
When will the border war be pacified and my husband end the expedition.
Fourth, the most affectionate Mid-Autumn Festival poem-"Moonlit Night" (Tang Du Fu)
Far off in Fuzhou she is watching the moonlight, watching it alone from the window of her chamber.
For our boy and girl, poor little babes, are too young to know where the Capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, her jade-white shoulder is cold in the moon.
When shall we lie again on our screen, watching this bright light with no more tears?.
5. The coldest Mid-Autumn Festival poem-"Looking at the Moon at the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th" (Tang Juyi)
Last year, on the night of August 15th, beside the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15th this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall.
Where is the hometown in the northwest, and the moon is round in the southeast.
Yesterday, the wind blew, and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as in previous years.
Sixth, the most sentimental Mid-Autumn Poetry-Mid-Autumn Moon (Song Su Shi)
The dusk clouds are overflowing and cold, and the silver man turns to the jade plate silently.
This life is not a good night, where to see the bright moon next year.
Seven, the most famous Mid-Autumn Festival poem-"Shuidiao Song Tou" (Song Su Shi)
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When did the moon begin to appear? I fetch the wine glass from afar. I do not know the palace in heaven, and what month and when. I would like to take the royal breeze back to the sky, and I am afraid that in the buildings of fine jade, it cannot withstand the cold of nine days. Dancing and enjoying the shadow of the moon, which is in the world.
The moon turned scarlet pavilion, hung low on the carved windows, according to the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people, why is it that the people are only round when they leave? Men have sorrow and joy and they part and meet again. The moon dims or shines and it waxes or wanes. Nothing is perfect, not even in the old days. I hope people will live for a long time, and they will be beautiful for thousands of miles.
Eight, the most scientific fantasy Mid-Autumn Festival poetry-"Magnolia Slow" (Song Xin Qiji)
How lovely the moon is tonight, and long west, where is it going? Is there another person who just saw you rise up in the east? Or in the outside of the vast universe, empty all, only Hao - ho to take this beautiful moon to take away? It is like a mirror flying into the sky, but will not fall down, is it who uses an invisible long rope to fasten it? Chang' e in the moon palace is not married until now, and who has kept her?
I heard that the moon swam the bottom of the sea, but there was no way to look at the cause. it was an unpredictable thing, and it was a terrible thing to worry about. I am afraid that the long whale in the sea will hit the yudianqiong building in the moon palace. Month from the bottom of the sea, the water will not worry about the water, but the rabbit has ever learned to swim? If all this is safe and sound, then why is it gradually turning into a hook?
Nine, the most magnificent Mid-Autumn Festival poetry-"Nian Nu Jiao Guo Dong Ting" (Song Zhang Xiaoxiang)
The fiber grass in Dongting lake, in this mid - autumn festival approaching, there is no trace of the wind. Jade Jian Qiong Tian 30,000 hectares, holding me in a boat. The moon is shining, and the Ming River is * * * shadow, both inside and outside are clear. The bright bright moon and the bright milky way, in this vast yujingzhong reflected their Fang attitude, the surface of the water is bright and clear.
Experience the emptiness of all things, but do not know how to go out, with the king share. Short hair, Xiao Sao's sleeves are cold, steady and broad. And now I, is wearing the bleak and cold hair and clothing, quiet rafting in this vast expanse of pale sea. I don't know what night it will be.
Ten, the saddest Mid-Autumn Festival poem-"Qi Huai" (Qing Huang Jingren)
A few times, I sat under the flowers and blew my flute, and the red wall of Yinhan looked into the distance.
Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.
The lingering thoughts are exhausted, and the heart is broken and the banana is peeled off.