Poems about Mid Autumn Festival

a poem about the Mid Autumn Festival: Liu Yuxi: on the 15th night of August, the peach garden plays with the moon. In the dust, the heart of the moon is also free. The state is between the fairies of the Qing Dynasty. It's a cold dew falling, standing on the highest mountain. The blue sky, the cloud and the wind can't rise, and the mountain is full of pines. The group moves leisurely, and the sky is ten thousand miles high. Shao Jun leads me to the jade altar, and invites the real immortal officer from the sky. Cloud * (left car and right) want to move under the stars, Tianle sound muscle bone cold. Jinxiaxinxin to the East, the wheel of the shadow to promote still frequent look. It's hard to combine the best of times. He should be melancholy on this day of the year. Yan Shu: in the mid autumn moon, ten rounds of frost shadow turn to court Wu, which is the only corner of the night. Not necessarily su'e without regret, jade toad cold sweet scented osmanthus alone. Bai Juyi: on the night of August 15, the pavilion looks at the moon. On the night of August 15, the apricot garden beside the Qujiang lake. On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Shapotou Water restaurant. Where is the Northwest Wangxiang? How many times does the moon circle in the southeast. There was no one to meet the wind last night, and the light of the night seemed to last year. PI Rixiu: on the night of August 15 in Tianzhu temple, the moon turns down from the jade grains of Guizi and Shanshan, which is found in front of the palace. Up to now, Chang'e has thrown herself at people. "15 nights looking at the moon" Wang Jian's white tree perched crow in the atrium, cold dew, silent and wet osmanthus. Tonight the moon people do hope, I do not know who fall autumn home? Through the water, through the building, the place is clear. The Tibetan people take the trees far away, including the Qing Dynasty. When you want to be empty and melancholy in your first life, you may not be in love when you are round. Four more mountains spit out the moon, the night water tower. The dust box opens, and the wind curtain hooks itself. The rabbit should doubt his hair, and the toad loves his fur. Consider the number of moths, the cold weather endure nine autumn. Moss light dust locks the cave, crows and pigeons gather the sun. When the Castle Peak empties out of the Forbidden City, the yellow leaves fly from the palace to the frost. After years of pilgrimage, Tianjin has a long water voice. At this time, it's hard to be independent, just as the west wind blows. Autumn Moon along Xiaohan, pavilion Wei Su Hui. Sweet scented osmanthus hair, pool full of night beads. The people who enter into the pond tend to grasp, and the magpie on the branch is flying. The shadow is even and the field is clean, and the cloud is tiny. Crystal dangling floating light dew, Pei reflection hangings. At this time, thousands of miles of road, looking alone. The Mid Autumn Festival can hurt you if you haven't returned home for a long time. Flying wild geese in the evening, the country is in Hengyang. Outside the island, the clouds are clear, and the leaves are yellow among the trees. After a long night's dream, I saw the old book Hall. Two poems of the Mid Autumn Festival (1) the autumn wind and the autumn rhyme reflect the cold autumn, and the sky is full of autumn light. I don't see the arrow of Duke Yi's bhikkhu. I'm only left with a few dark wounds! (2) sweet scented osmanthus flowers and low pressure branches send Acacia by the wind. There are several people who invite the moon to sing poems, but now only Jianglang is infatuated. Seeing the moon and Ziyou in the Mid Autumn Festival Su Shi never rises out of the mountains in the bright moon. A cup is not full of silver, and clouds are broken like a billow. Who washed the eyes for the heavenly Father, should pay for the water of the river. So that cold to see the world, according to my zhanran heart. The southwest Mars is like a bullet, with its horn tail like a dragon. Tonight, I can't see it, but I can't see it. Who Yizhou yesterday ancient Bianbian, thousands of lights night for fish and dragon change. The twists and turns are not intentional to chase the waves and flowers, and go to the festival with the song board. When the green light goes out and the mountain is not turned, will the waves and the wind return to be strong. The moon is easy to fall and people are easy to disperse. It's more important to watch when you come back. The clearer the moonlight in front of the hall, the colder the throat, the clearer the dew grass. The rolling curtain pushes the door to be quiet and nobody is left. Under the window, it's only old Chu. Nandu is engaged in Mo shame and poverty. There are several people who write poems to the moon. Ming Dynasty personnel with sunrise, suddenly a dream of yaotaike. "Mid Autumn Festival climbing the tower and looking at the moon" Mi Fu's eyes are as poor as the Huaihai sea, full of silver. There are thousands of Hongguang and bengzhen. If there is no moon mending household in the sky, the branches of cinnamon will be damaged and turn to the West. "Mid Autumn Moon" Yan Shu's ten rounds of frost shadow turn to court Wu, this night Jiren alone corner. Not necessarily su'e without regret, jade toad cold sweet scented osmanthus alone. "Watching the moon in the pavilion on the night of August 15" by Bai Juyi on the night of August 15, the apricot garden beside the Qujiang lake. On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Shapotou Water restaurant. Where is the Northwest Wangxiang? How many times does the moon circle in the southeast. There was no one to meet the wind last night, and the light of the night seemed to last year. Pool and Bridge side, unforgettable again pitiful. The curtain is open the brightest night, and the mat is cold. The water flowered fast in the stream, and the leaves were fresh when spitting. She has no powder, she just shows off her beauty. Autumn is near in the sky, and the moon is clear on the earth. If you enter the river, the toad will live forever. It is only beneficial to one's heart and soul, and can add white to one's invention. If you know the land, don't take photos of the Western camp. Cool night peeps clear marsh, pool empty water moon autumn. Full round heavy jade mirror, half soul falls silver hook. The toad shadow shakes the light waves, and the Ling flowers cross the shallow current. Leakage light gradually clean, cloud convergence color bias floating. Like Bi sad three offer, doubt bead timid again throw. Can hold thousands of miles of meaning, according to Chu nostalgia. Autumn night moon partial bright, West building unique feeling. Thousands of families see dew, thousands of miles feel clear. Reflecting the fluctuation of water and gold, the mountain and osmanthus trees grow. I don't know the meaning of flying magpies. Why should I be surprised at this time. "Guizi on the night of August 15 in Tianzhu Temple" Pi Rixiu finds Lu Huaxin in front of the hall with jade grains on the moon. Up to now, Chang'e has thrown herself at people. Strong rice day over thin, narrow clothing autumn already cold. A child's journey is not difficult. When the dew comes into the hut, the sound of the stream is loud on the stone beach. The moon comes at night in the mountains, but I never see it at dawn. Special recommendation: (classic statement)