Mid-Autumn Night

Shui Tiao Ge Tou·When will the bright moon appear

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking happily till the end of the day, the big day I wrote this article when I was drunk, and I was pregnant with my son.

When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that it will be cold in the high places. Dancing to clear the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world? (How does it look like? One word: when; and one word: only / only fear)

Turn around the Zhu Pavilion, lower the curtains of the door, and the light will make you sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of being reunited when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.

Yangguan Qu·Mid-Autumn Moon

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

The real name of the Mid-Autumn Festival composition is Xiao Qin Wang, and it is Yangguan Qu

Twilight The clouds are gone and overflowing with the cold air, and the silver man turns the jade plate silently.

This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?

Mid-Autumn Night

Jiangchengzi

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Looking ahead to the Maljiu Fairy Mountain. The sky is blue. Between the evening clouds. The high platform on the city is truly transcendent. Don't let the clouds and rain disperse in a hurry. Tonight, the moon is full of beauty.

Xiaoxi Oulujing combined boxing. Go to Pianpian. Light a cigarette. Human affairs are desolate, and I will look back on this year. Don't forget to make Junge smile, under the weeping willows and in front of the short locust trees.

Nian Nujiao·Mid-Autumn Festival

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Looking far into the distance from a high position, you can see that there are thousands of miles of sky, and no clouds have left any trace. The osmanthus flies in, and where the light shines, the autumn green is soaked in cold for a day. Yuyu Qionglou, riding a luan to and fro, people are in Qingliang country. The mountains and rivers are picturesque, and the smoke and trees are visible in the distance.

I was drunk, clapped my hands and sang wildly, raised my glass to the moon, and became three guests in the shadows. Dancing and wandering under the wind and dew, I don’t know what night it is tonight. I want to ride on the wind, but I will go back. Why ride on the wings of a roc? In the Crystal Palace, a flute broke.