On the night of August 15th, Guizi was in Tianzhu Temple. Looking at the moon from the Mid-Autumn Festival, how bright it is. The moon is far away from the Mid-Autumn Festival. The water is adjusted. On the night of August 15th, the moon is seen from the pavilion, and the moon is played on the night of August 15th.

On the night of August 15th, Pi Rixiu, Guizi in Tianzhu Temple.

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.

Translation:

Osmanthus fragrans fell from the sky as if on the moon. Picking osmanthus in front of the temple, I saw that its color was white and fresh. I still don't understand why WU GANG has a problem with osmanthus trees. This sweet-scented osmanthus was probably sown by Chang 'e and given to everyone.

Mid-Autumn Festival Mifei

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.

Translation:

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.

Liu Shuo, "How bright the moon is"

Moon how bright, shine on my bed. Too sad to sleep, wandering around in clothes. Although the guests are happy, it is better to turn back early. Who should you sue when you leave home alone? Back to my room, tears stained my clothes.

Translation:

Why is the bright moon so bright that it illuminates my bed? I was so sad that I couldn't sleep at night, so I got up in my clothes and wandered around the empty house. Living away from home is interesting, but it's nothing like going home as soon as possible. Who should a person tell when he goes out full of sadness? I can only stretch my neck and look into the distance, and my clothes are wet with tears before I go back to my room.

Xin Qiji and Man Jianghong bid farewell to Mid-Autumn Festival

Go to the West Building before it's too late for Yun Zheyue. But when he called, the jade flute cracked with a loud noise. Who let curling float in the world, the most pitiful to the husband. Ask Chang 'e, lonely and cold. Fahua Clouds are full and Joan cups are slippery. Dance with long sleeves, sing and swallow saliva. Nine times out of ten, it still needs grinding. It's so late to make a long circle, and human feelings may not see farewell. Put the past and hate together and return to it.

Translation:

Enjoy the moon in the west wing, for fear that the Mid-Autumn Moon will be covered by clouds, which is not clear enough. Ask the beauty to play the flute, clear the clouds and call out the bright moon. The world in the moonlight is cool and clean, and the moon just polished by Yufu is bright again. Ask Chang 'e, is she sad and lonely when she is alone in the moon palace? There should be a lot of white hair.

Recalling the scenes of singing and dancing together in those years, the beautiful women with long sleeves and dancing, and the beautiful women who sang and swallowed their sorrows added joy to it. Nine times out of ten, sighing about the bright moon is against people's wishes, and there are always fewer circles and more times. May the bright moon always be round at night, and human feelings may not always be divided. I want to turn hatred into reunion, and then I will talk about it when I go back to others.

Su Shi "When will there be a bright moon?"

Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, happily drank the next morning, drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe. When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.

Translation:

On the Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bing, I drank all night and came home drunk. I wrote this word-I miss my brother Su Zhe a little. How can we know the law of the moon's profit and loss? I raise my glass and ask the distant sky. I don't know what year it is. I could have asked my old friend in the breeze, but I was afraid that the tall building with red walls and pavilions could not stand the cold at that height.

And where can the scenery in these nine days compare with the silver light at the moment, like the shadow of Gong E dancing, swaying with the wind? Time flies, the moon jumps from a corner of a tall building into a window lattice full of carved flowers, staring at people tossing and turning in other places like me. Moon, moon, did I make you angry? Why else should I be particularly round when I am away from my friends and family?

Hey! In fact, I also know that since ancient times, the joys and sorrows of this world are like the ups and downs of the moon, and it is difficult to be perfect. I only hope that my distant relatives and friends will be safe and happy. Even if we are bathed in the same moonlight across Qian Shan, it will be the same as when we met.