1. Niannujiao·Mid-Autumn Festival

Looking far into the distance, you can see that there are thousands of miles in the sky, and there are no traces of clouds. The osmanthus flies in, and where the light shines, the autumn green is soaked in the cold for a day. Yuyu Qionglou, riding in Luanli, I am 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 today? He wanted to ride on the wind, but he turned over and returned. There was no use riding on the wings of a roc. In the Crystal Palace, a flute broke.

2. Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Mid-Autumn Festival

The sound of the anvil sends the wind rushing, and the crickets miss the high autumn. I come to look at the scenery, but I don’t want to learn from Song Yu’s way of explaining my sorrow. Cleaning up the desolate situation and sharing the joy with respect, I feel deeply secluded. Since there is love, the bright moon hangs on the south tower.

The jade flute plays with a long and lingering rhyme. On a good night in the Qing Dynasty, let me pour the golden pot here. The lovely scenery of the day is scattered all over the twelve langans, and the universe is like a floating duck. Drunk and sleepy, I don't know how to wake up. I lie on my pillow in the river.

3. Nangezi (Mid-Autumn Festival)

The cool moon is full tonight, and the clear sky is thousands of miles wide. Su'e should miss me. The Mid-Autumn Festival is specially designed to illuminate the world.

The fragrant mist and clouds make the servant girl wet, and the clear jade arms are cold. He stopped teaching and stood still towards the end of the night. The osmanthus blossoms are floating down, and everyone has a look.

4. The Song of the Water Dragon (Mid-Autumn Festival)

The evening breeze blows, the wandering clouds are all rolled up, and the sky is cold. The silver huang is half-covered, and the autumn hairs are about to be counted, and it is clear that it is not night. The jade guan transmits the sound, and the feather clothes prompt the dance. It is hard to borrow this joy. It's bright and clear, but it feels like the round light covers the shadows. It's crystal clear and priceless.

I heard that the Shuijing Palace was decorated with furnaces and beaded curtains. Half leaning on the qiongzhi, the Yao wine cup is more persuasive, the orioles are charming and the swallows are blooming. The eyes are broken, the soul is flying, the green is lingering and the red is lingering, and the small furnace is chanting in the sky. When I want to come back and be drunk, there will be no one to unload the beauty.