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Appreciation of Mid-Autumn Poems (should be relatively complete)

Nineteen Ancient Poems·The bright moon is bright at night

The bright moon is bright at night and makes the weaving sound on the east wall.

Yuheng refers to Mengdong, how can all the stars align.

White dew touches weeds, and the seasons suddenly change.

Autumn cicadas chirp among the trees, and black birds pass away peacefully.

In the past, my fellow disciples held high the six feathers.

If you don’t want to join hands, you will abandon me like a relic.

There is a fight in the south and the north, and the oxen cannot bear the yoke.

What good is a false reputation if there is no solid foundation?

Du Fu's "The Moon on the Fifteenth Night of August"

The full moon flies into the mirror, returning to the heart to fold the sword.

Wandering around the earth is far away, climbing the osmanthus and looking up to the sky.

There is suspicion of frost and snow on the waterway, and feathers can be seen in the forest.

Looking at the white rabbit at this time, I want to count the hair.

Du Fu's "Moonlight Night"

Tonight in Yanzhou, I can only watch the moon in my boudoir.

I pity my children from afar, but I still remember Chang'an.

The fragrant mist and clouds make the servant girl wet, and the clear jade arms are cold.

Whenever I lean on the false veil, my tears will dry under the double light.

Du Fu's "Moon"

The moon is spitting out from Mount Sigeng, and the water shines brightly on the building in the remaining night. The dust box opens the mirror, and the wind curtain automatically opens the hook.

Rabbits are suspicious of crane hair, and toads also love mink fur. Considering that there are few people in Heng'e, the weather is cold and the weather is cold.

Du Mu's "Autumn Evening"

The cold autumn light of red candles paints the screen, and the small light fan flutters at the flowing fireflies.

The night sky is as cool as water, and I sit and watch Altair and Vega.

Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River with Flowers and Moonlight Night"

The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide. The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but where is the spring river without the moonlight?

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like sleet. Frost is flying in the sky unknowingly, and the white sand on the pavilion cannot be seen.

The river and the sky are completely dust-free, and there is only a solitary moon in the bright sky. Who by the river saw the moon for the first time? When did Jiang Yue shine on people?

Life is endless from generation to generation, but the river and the moon are only similar year after year. I don’t know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

The white clouds are slowly disappearing, and the green maple pond is full of sorrow. Whose family is cheating tonight? Where do I miss Mingyue Tower?

The poor moon wanders upstairs, it should be seen away from the makeup mirror. The jade door curtain cannot be rolled away, and it comes back when the clothes are smashed and brushed on the anvil.

At this time, we look at each other but do not hear each other. I hope that the moonlight will shine on you. The swans fly long and fast, and the fishes and dragons dive and jump into the water.

Last night I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, and it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring. The spring water in the river is gone, and the moon has set in the west again.

The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi and Xiaoxiang roads are endless. I wonder how many people will return by the moon? The falling moon shakes the trees all over the river with love.

Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan"

The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

Lover complains about the distant night, but lovesickness arises at night!

When the candle is extinguished, it is filled with pity and light, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.

I can’t bear to give it away, but I still have a good night’s sleep.

Li Shangyin's "Frost Moon"

I heard for the first time that there are no cicadas among the wild geese, and the water reaches the sky from a hundred-foot-high tower.

The young girl Su'e can withstand the cold, and she fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon.

Li Shangyin's "Chang'e"

The shadows of candles on the mica screen are deep, and the dawn stars are gradually sinking over the long river.

Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and her heart will be filled with blue sea and blue sky every night.

Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th"

On the night of August 15th of that year, I was at the apricot garden beside the Qujiang Pool.

On the night of August 15th this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Penpu.

Looking to the northwest, where is my hometown? To the southeast, I can see how full the moon is.

No one could catch the wind yesterday, but tonight the light is as clear as in previous years.

Luo Yin's "Ode to the Moon"

The wind on the lake is high and the white apples are moving, temporarily delaying the tour of the clear scenery.

What's the point of not seeing each other again the next year? Looking at each other in the middle of the night as an old friend.

The toad is keeping its claws apart in the stillness, and the rabbit is keeping its spirits up in the bright place.

Chang'e should be melancholy, weeping against the green osmanthus.

Wang Changling's "Farewell to Dou Qi"

The moonlight on the Qingjiang River is next to Lin Qiu, and you can see a boat on the waves.

The light sail of Ezhu must be set out early, and the bright moon by the river will stay for you.

Wang Wei's "Walking with the Moon on Dongxi"

The moon rises from the Broken Mountain Pass to the far end of the firewood gate. Thousands of trees are separated by the sky, and the night is gathering in the flowing clouds.

The light is white and the air is cold with wind and dew. The valley is quiet, the springs sound in autumn, and the rocks are deep and green with mist.

The clear lamp enters the deep dream, and the broken shadow embraces the empty mountains. In the trance of the piano window, Songxi Xiao is thinking hard.

Wang Wei's "Fan Qianpi"

The autumn sky is clear and different, and it is far away from the world. There are cranes in the sand and clouds outside the mountains.

The waves are clear and the moon is shining brightly in the evening. This night, I was alone, but I still haven't returned.

Wang Wei's "The clear light hangs in autumn"

The cool sky is quiet and the sky is crystal clear in autumn. The round light contains all things, and the broken shadows fall into the idle stream.

Jiao and Qing Ming are together, and they are floating in the same river and Dian. During the day, there are many trees in the overcast sky, and dangerous buildings cast their shadows.

Song Yu climbed high and resented, while Zhang Heng looked far away and felt sad. The afterglow is trustworthy, but the cloud road is so long.

Wang Wei's "Clear as a Jade Kettle with Ice"

Why use a jade kettle well? It is better to live in plain ice. On the day when the elixir was not sold, I also took photos of Qishu.

Be clear but not hidden, and contain doubts and emptiness. The air is like frost accumulating in the courtyard, and the light words are building up for more than a month.

The magpies fly in the mirror at dawn, and the fireflies gather in the book at night. If you compare yourself to your husband, a pure heart is not as good as anything else.

Li Jianshu's "Ode to the Moon"

The roundness last night is not the roundness tonight, but I suspect that the moon is rounded.

How many hours of youth can be obtained if there are twelve periods of absence in a year?

Xue Tao's "Moon"

Po Yi is as small as a hook, fanning the Han army.

The fine shadow will be round and round, where can you see it in the world?

Xue Tao's "Zhu Li Tang"

The bright and clear Yuan Ming connects the inside and outside, and the clear light seems to illuminate the Crystal Palace.

Just a little bit of filth will never be in the palm of your hand all night long.

Xue Tao's "Farewell to a Friend"

There is frost at night in the country of Shui, and the moon is cold and the mountains are green.

Who said that a thousand miles away from this night will disappear from the dream? Like a long road.

Li Ye's "Farewell on a Moonlit Night"

The moon is silent when we leave, but the moon has light and people are affectionate.

After farewell, people miss each other like the moon, and the clouds are on the water. To Zengcheng

Li He's "Dream Sky"

Old Rabbit Chills and Cicadas weep in the sky, the walls of the sixth floor are half open and slanting white.

The moon is rolling with dew and the light is wet, and the Luan Pei meets the fragrant osmanthus street.

Under the three mountains of yellow dust and clear water, the changes for thousands of years are like running horses.

Looking at the nine-point smoke in Qizhou from a distance, a glass of sea water is pouring out.

Pi Rixiu's "Guizi on the Night of August 15th in Tianzhu Temple"

The jade stone fell under the moon, and a new dew was found in front of the temple.

Nothing happens in heaven so far, it should be thrown to people by Chang'e.

Wang Jian's "Watching the Moon on the Fifteenth Night"

Crows roost on the white trees in the courtyard, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently.

Tonight the moon is bright as far as the eye can see, I don’t know who is missing my autumn thoughts.

Meng Haoran's "Embraces Under the Autumn Night Moon"

The bright moon hangs in the autumn sky, moistened with lustrous dew.

The startled magpies have not settled yet, and the flying fireflies roll in behind the curtain.

The cold shadows of the locust tree in the courtyard are sparse, and the neighboring pestle sounds urgently at night.

How long the good times are! Standing looking at the sky.

Liu Yuxi's "Playing with the Moon in Taoyuan on the 15th night of August"

Seeing the moon in the dust makes my heart feel free, especially in the Qingqiu Fairy Mansion.

The condensed light and long cold dew fall, standing on the highest mountain at this time.

There are no clouds in the blue sky, and there is no wind, and there are pines growing on the mountains and water flowing down from the mountains.

The crowd is moving and the sky is thousands of miles apart.

The young master led me to the jade altar and invited me to the real immortal official.

The stars are about to move under the clouds, and Tianle makes a sound that makes his muscles and bones feel cold.

The golden clouds and clouds gradually move eastward, and the shadows of the wheel are still seen frequently.

Beautiful scenery and good times are hard to come by again, so he should feel melancholy on this day.

Liu Yuxi's "Playing with the Moon in Taoyuan on August 15th"

Heaven will sweep the moon across the world tonight. The summer heat has retreated and the skies are clear, and the autumn scenery is clear and clear.

The stars make them shine, and the wind and dew make them shine. The one who can change the human world is Yu Jing.

Liu Yuxi's "Playing with the Moon in Taoyuan on the 15th night of August"

Seeing the moon in the dust makes my heart feel free, especially in the Qingqiu Fairy Mansion.

The condensed light and long cold dew fall, standing on the highest mountain at this time.

There are no clouds in the blue sky, and there is no wind, and there are pines growing on the mountains and water flowing down from the mountains.

When Xiao Ran took a look at the crowd, the sky was as high as the sky and the sky was thousands of miles apart.

The young master led me to the jade altar and invited me to the True Immortal Palace in the distance.

The clouds are about to move, and the stars are about to move, and Tianle makes his muscles and bones feel cold.

The golden clouds and clouds gradually move eastward, and the shadows of the wheel are still seen frequently.

Beautiful scenery and good times are hard to come by again, so he should feel melancholy today.

Kang Tingzhi's "Ode to the Moon"

The angel comes down to the west tower, and the light is full of autumn. There is a suspected hanging mirror in front of the stage and a hanging hook outside the curtain.

Zhang Yin learned about eyebrows, and Ban Ji learned about fans. If you have a good time, you should ask for it, and the reward will be at the tip of the knife.

Xu Ning's "August 15th Night"

The bright autumn moon is full in August, Chang'e is standing tall and the cinnamon branches are fresh;

Nothing in the year is like this night, the twelve peaks Can't sleep ahead.

Qi Ji's "Mid-Autumn Moon"

The sky is blue, cloudless and dewy, and the stars are shining brightly.

Don’t let Donglin stand in the way of the rising trend, and the world is watching the road ahead.

Maybe Mingming Yinhaoso is willing to teach the darkness to take the elixir branch.

Poor Guan Yechanjuan's shadow, facing the five-year-old residual wine.

Cao Song's "Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon"

On the third or fifth day of autumn in a cloudless world, you can see toads roaming the horizon of the sea.

Until the end of the world, I never take a private photo of a person.

Lu Guimeng's "Waiting for the Moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival"

The frost has turned late and the frost has turned late, and the good wind seems to bring good luck.

The curtains are slanting and the trees are separated by endless emotions. The candles and candles are faintly fragrant and I sit there without hesitation.

I love Sheng tunes and tunes in the north, but I gradually lose sight of the stars in the south.

Who wants to use the cooling power of the school to reduce the first round and the noon hour.

Yan Shu's "Mid-Autumn Moon"

Ten rounds of frost shadows turn around the courtyard, and this evening, people are alone in the corner.

It may not be that Su'e has no regrets, the jade toad is cold and the sweet-scented osmanthus is lonely.

Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"

When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue 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. Dance to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world.

Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, where the Qihu is low and the light shines without sleep. There should be no hatred, why will things last forever 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.

Su Shi's "Mid-Autumn Moon"

The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently.

If this night in this life is not good, where can I see the bright moon next year?

Su Shi's "Bodhisattva Barbarian"

The crescent moon hangs on the eaves for the first time, and the lonely light is not full but is already missing; I can see the jade curtain hook in the distance, and the grandson is washing the building.

Su Shi's "Moon on an Autumn Night"

At first they gathered and dispersed. Then he called her, and there was no reason to meet her face again. In recent days, there will be a feast again unexpectedly.

In front of the Lord, in his spare time, he frowned and sighed. It stirs up old sorrows endlessly.

Su Shi's "Seeing the Moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival and Ziyou"

The bright moon has not yet risen high in the mountains, and the auspicious light is thousands of feet long.

The silver cup is not empty yet, and the chaotic clouds break away like crashing waves.

Whoever washes his eyes for God should use thousands of dendrobium water from Minghe River.

So I looked coldly at the people in the world, and I couldn't bear to look at Zhanran.

The sparks in the southwest are like projectiles, and the horns and tails are bright and clear.

Tonight I can’t see anything, but the fireflies are fighting to clear away the cold.

Who made a boat in Bian yesterday? Thousands of lights made fish and dragons change at night.

Turning and carelessly chasing the waves, going to the festival with a low head and following the song board.

The green light disappears before turning to the mountain, and the waves and winds will not be strong again.

The bright moon is easy to be low and people are easy to disperse. When you return to drink, you will pay more attention to it.

The moonlight in front of the hall becomes clearer and clearer, and the dew grass sounds when the throat is cold.

No one is around when the roller blinds are pushed open. Only Old Chu is mute under the window.

Don’t be ashamed of poverty in Nandu, and there are several people who write poems about the moon.

The personnel affairs of the Ming Dynasty follow the sunrise, and suddenly I have a dream of a Yaotai guest.

"The Mallard" by Chao Duanli

The evening clouds have faded, and the pale sky is covered with glass. The rotten silver plate comes from the bottom of the sea, and the color is bright and clear. The ying is dustless and Su'e is standing there; the tranquility can be counted and the osmanthus is mixed. The jade dew is at the beginning of the day, the golden wind is not blowing, and there is no such good time in the year. The dew sits for a long time, and when the fireflies are sparse, the black magpies are flying south.

The Yaotai is cold, the railings are warm, and it’s too late to get off. After hearing the news of a beautiful lady saying goodbye, you should express your longing for her. The most caring thing, the leaking sound is eternal, the heartbreak is dark, and the shadow of flowers is secretly moving. It is expected that the night will come, the clear light will not diminish, and the weather will be cloudy and sunny again? *** Love each other, now that we are apart, it is still a year apart. The person is strong, the clear bottle is plain, and the long-term wish is with him.

Wang Qi "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River"

The moon in the south of the Yangtze River fills the west tower in the clear night. When the clouds fall and open, the ice spits out the mirror, and the jade hook sinks deep in the waves. When does Yuanqi rest?

The stars are far apart, and the wind is dewy into the new autumn. Dangui doesn't know how to shake and hate, Su'e should be sad to say goodbye. ***Yuyou in the sky.

"Good things are coming soon" by Yang Wanli

Before the month of Chengzhai arrives, I first arrive at Wanhuachuan Valley. It's not like fasting without a moon, but cultivating bamboo in a separate courtyard.

It is only the thirteenth night, and the moonlight is already like jade. It's not the autumn light that's so beautiful, look at the fifteenth or sixteenth.

"Mid-Autumn Moon" by Yang Wanli

I know the old Mid-Autumn Festival every year, and tonight I go to the waterside alone.

The red light shines all over the river, and the lights on both sides of the bank are red.

The wildfires along the river bank are extinguished in three days, and the orchestra is noisy for thousands of miles.

It is a pity that there is no moon in this autumn, and I sleep alone for a while.

My tearful eyes look at the sky and sigh at night, where do I linger more.

The desolate and melancholy articles of the old days, can you now lean on the railing and bear to look at it?

I think back to the Qingqiu Festival of the year before last, when I was always with my beloved Yan Er.

Each other’s articles criticize each other, and their thin shadows are clear and thin, and they care about each other.

We walked together and rode on a horse and had a romantic relationship. Once this feeling was gone, we returned to the west.

The dazzling eastern sky has first revealed its whiteness, and the cold moon and cold stars have returned together.

Today's lonely shadow faces the blue sky, why is the autumn so bleak with all the frost?

The heart travels thousands of miles away, and the soul follows the river to dream of the beautiful lady.

A cup of river water reflects the moon, and the Beidou silver plate is gone.

In the past, people and the moon could accompany each other, but now they are facing Xuanyuan in the cold.

Yue *** People's hearts are often different, so why bother looking back at the dim light.

I raised my glass and sighed to the blue sky, bowed my head and shed tears through my blue shirt.

I can only drink alone to relieve my sorrow and resentment, and my old friends are reunited from thousands of miles away.

Yang Wanli's "Niannujiao·Mid-Autumn Festival"

The bright moon shines in the sky, illuminating the tall buildings and the cloisters with their carved eaves. With furrowed eyebrows and thin arms, he leaned on the railing and looked toward the west. The autumn wind blows suddenly and the yellow leaves are rustling. How can I miss you and worry about you? Staring at night, all I could see was flowing water.

The brocade book is entrusted to Chang'e. Chang'e does not relieve worries, but people love you! The moon waxes and wanes, the moon is always there, and people always experience troubles and rest. There is no one to control the joys and sorrows, and the full moon shines brightly on the building. Good times are hard to find, so I cherish my youthful travels in this life.

Zhang Xiaoxiang's "Niannujiao·Passing through the Dongting"

The green grass in Dongting is almost Mid-Autumn Festival, and there is no wind at all. There are thirty thousand hectares of Yujian and Qiongtian fields, one leaf of which is on my boat. The moon is shining brightly, and the bright river is shining brightly, making it clear both inside and outside. It's hard to tell you the beauty of this leisurely understanding.

Yingnian Mountain has been on the outside for many years, and the solitary light shines on it, and the liver and gallbladder are all covered with ice and snow. The short hair is sparse, the sleeves are cold, and the sky is wide and steady. Breathe in the Xijiang River, pour the Beidou carefully, and treat everything as a guest. The boat is whistling alone, I don’t know what night it is.

Liu Chenweng's "Candle Shadow Shakes Red·Bingzi Mid-Autumn Festival Full Moon"

The bright moon is like ice, and chaotic clouds fly down the diagonal river. The boat whirls and plays the flute, and the scenery remains the same. What a lingering lingering feeling. Listening to Zunqian, whining and complaining. In recent years, the weather has been cloudy and sunny, and the sky has no basis.

There is a guest in the autumn wind, leaving a golden plate of dew behind when he leaves. The young man played Hujia all night long, but no one expected that he would have no way out. Both are tired travelers from the south of the Yangtze River.

I dance to Chanjuan and Junge. Don't ask when you are drunk, where will the people be next year when the moon shines brightly?

Wu Wenying's "Sijiake·Leap Mid-Autumn Festival"

The osmanthus flowers bloom for the second time. Dongli Zhan has a long banquet period. The precious mirror in the human world is still together after separation, and the fairy boat on the sea has gone and returned.

Infinitely divided, half cold day. It's a pity that Chanjuan is left free. Su'e has not dreamed for three autumns, and she has won the dream again tonight.

Xin Qiji's "Man Jiang Hong·Mid-Autumn Festival Sends Away"

Hurry up to the west tower, fearing that the sky will release and the floating clouds will cover the moon. But the jade-fiber horizontal flute cracked with a single blow. Whoever makes curling in the floating world has the most pity for the jade ax repair season. Ask Chang'e, if she is lonely and cold, if she has any worries, she should have a beautiful hair.

The jade liquid is full and the cup is slippery. Lift up your long sleeves and sing loudly. Sigh, eighty-nine times out of ten, the desire is still lacking. If it's such a long night, the favor may not be appreciated. Turn the past and separation into joy and say it when you return.

Xin Qiji's "Qiu Rui Xiang Yin"

Can't keep it. Time rushes by, and the fragrant orchids rest, and the good flowers fade, but only in a moment. The colorful clouds are easy to scatter and the glass is brittle. On a windy and moonlit night, there are several old traces. Can't bear to think about it. Looking away this time, we will be separated forever. Towards the Immortal Island and on the road back to the underworld, there is no news from either side.

Xin Qiji's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms·Mid-Autumn Festival without Moon"

Reminiscing about the Mid-Autumn Festival with osmanthus trees. Flowers in cup. The moon is in the cup. The same person is upstairs tonight. Clouds wet the screen window. Rain wet the screen.

I want to take advantage of the wind and ask about chemical industry. The road is also difficult to pass. It is also difficult to get through the letter. The whole hall is only filled with candles. Cup and calm. Sing and be calm.

Xin Qiji's "Xuan Qing"

The waning moon is hazy, the small banquet is dim, and it is slightly cold when returning. I fell asleep in the lonely pavilion with silver on my back, hugging a heavy quilt, drunk and still silent. Time passes by again and again, the joy of the past is gone, and the sadness of separation is just a pillow. Thinking secretly, chasing old memories, the scenery of Shenjing is like a brocade.

I wanted to throw fruit to my friends and had a banquet. I drank heavily at that time. The dancing swallows fluttered and sang, and in front of the Dai Banquet, there were all the gods and immortals. At the end of the night, it became even more sparse and crazy. More generals sleep in phoenix curtains and mandarin ducks. The jade hairpins are in disorder, and they are scattered all over the high sun, this joy.

Zhao Changqing's "Poppy Mid-Autumn Festival without Moon"

The west wind and the bright moon come to the pavilion. Precisely for the Mid-Autumn Festival night. A year of waiting has come to this. Why is this night so abrupt and ruthless?

Heng'e should complain that she sleeps alone and suffers. The second choice is clouds and rain. Su Chan is very secretive. It is easy to reach the source of immortality without clearing the light.

Zhao Changqing's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Mid-Autumn Festival"

I know what night it is today, and the autumn colors are equally divided. Chang'e was in better spirits at this time. The sky is already high and solemn, and the breeze is even more refreshing, and there are no clouds for thousands of miles. If you drink wine in the wind, red scales will appear on the surface of the wine.

Sing a song, dance a song, and hold a golden cup. From his delusions, the old rabbits became haggard one after another. I will get drunk with the sweet-scented osmanthus, tomorrow I will hold my head up and turn my white silk towel upside down. If the sky knows what people want, don’t let it rain at night.

"Looking at the Moon of Han Dynasty" by Liu Yong

The bright moon, the bright moon, the bright moon. The struggle for success is still lacking. Just like young bridegrooms, they meet for a while and then part ways.

It was last year at the threshold of the small building. Thousands of miles of clear light remains the same, the night is eternal and the people are tired of it.

Xin Qiji's "Partridge Sky"

The remaining smoke blows into the night wind. A bright moon hangs above the curtain. Because the road is far away, people are still far away, even though our hearts are still in the same bed.

Emotional and profound. Biyun returned without a trace. Only in the past life, love caged the mandarin ducks in two places.

Jiang Jie's "Buchan Palace·Mid-Autumn Festival"

Last year, the clouds covered the ice and the moon was bright. I am happy this year, and the slight cloudiness is sweeping away. The universe is a piece of jade and glass, how can one calculate how clear it is?

I am old and stubborn without songs or alcohol. I know clearly about the shadow of sorrow and suspicion. Heaven will live up to the Mid-Autumn Festival, but I missed the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Twelve O'clock (Autumn Night)" by Xin Qiji

The evening is clear and the moon is covered with light smoke, and the wind is like a wash of toad light. Feel the green tent and the coolness, giving rise to autumn thoughts. The weather is getting colder. The fallen leaves knock on the window, the west wind fills the courtyard, and I can't get up after sleeping. There is more leakage in the throat, dripping worries, and all kinds of emotions are arising, all of which are leaving people worried. Who knows, at that time, the sentence was very touching.

Sometimes at night, Mingming is lying on his pillow, looking at the ground diligently. When the candle is dark, I wake up from wine, and Yuan Lai is in a dream again. Come to sleep and sit alone with your clothes on, all kinds of hopeless feelings. How can I come, harmonize the clouds and rain, and then arrange the remaining fragrant quilt. I pray to heaven that I will never abandon you from now on.

"Xing Xiangzi" by Xin Qiji

The sky and the autumn light turn around the sadness of love, and explore Jin Yingzhi that the Double Ninth Festival is approaching. A first try on thin clothes, a new taste for green ants. Gradually there is wind, rain and coolness.

The courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken at dusk, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I am worried about the past. In that eternal night, the moon is bright and the bed is empty. When you hear the sound of an anvil pounding, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long.

Xin Qiji's "Poem of Listening to the Moon"

The head of the Tingyue Tower is connected to Taiqing, and the moon is most distinct when leaning on the tower.

The sky is buzzing and the ice is spinning, and the jade pestle is tinkling when medicine is being pounded.

The sound of music played in Guanghan is thin, and the axe, Dangui and osmanthus jingle.

Occasionally, a gust of fragrant wind blew up, blowing away Chang'e's laughter.

Xin Qiji's "Taichang Yin·Jiankang Mid-Autumn Night Ode to Lu Shuqian"

A round of autumn shadows turns to golden waves, and the flying mirror is polished again.

Ask Chang'e about the wine: What can I do if I am bullied by gray hair!

Take advantage of the wind and see the mountains and rivers in the sky.

Cut away the Gui Po Suo, and you will see more humanity and clear light.

Xin Qiji's "Magnolia"

Poor moon, where is it going? It's a different world. I can only see it over there. The light and shadow are to the east. It's the sky, the sky is full of sweat, but the wind is blowing brightly to send you the Mid-Autumn Festival?

Who will tie the flying mirror without roots, and who will keep Chang'e if she doesn't marry?

It is said that there is no reason to go through the bottom of the sea, and the trance makes people sad. Afraid of thousands of miles of whales, the Jade Palace and the Qiong Tower will be destroyed vertically and horizontally. A toad is so worthy of bathing in water. How can a jade rabbit explain the ups and downs? If everything is fine, how come it gradually becomes like a hook?

Wen Tianxiang's "Initiation of the Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet by Hui Dong Tiju"

Photograph the river folding festival, and the clear ice of the painting boat; wait for the moon to raise the glass, and breathe the fragrant bottle into the green net. Worship the falling stars, and make appointments with the bright moon.

The city is full of wind and rain, so lucky that the Double Ninth Festival is so close; the country and the mountains are as picturesque as ever before when I visited Red Cliff. If you pay with straw, you will be clothed in succession.

Fan Zhongyan's "Royal Street Journey"

The fallen leaves are fragrant, the night is silent, and the cold sound breaks. The pearl curtain rolls up and the jade building is empty, the sky is pale and the Milky Way hangs down to the ground. Every year and tonight, the moon shines brightly, and people are thousands of miles long. There is no reason for me to get drunk when my heart is broken. Before the wine arrives, I will burst into tears first. The remaining lamp lights up the pillow, and I know the feeling of sleeping alone. Everyone came to this matter, with their eyebrows in their hearts, and there was no way to avoid it.

Lu Duoxun's "Ode to the Moon"

When the moon rises above Taiye Pond, the evening wind blows the ten thousand-year-old branches.

Who opened the jade box and opened the golden mirror, revealing some clear light.

Mi Fu's "Climbing a Tower to Look at the Moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival"

The Huaihai Sea is as full as silver, and thousands of rainbows nurture the treasures of clams.

If there is no moon door in the sky, the osmanthus branches will support the westward wheel.

Yuan Haowen's "Nizhuang Mid-Autumn Festival"

The days of strong food are more than thin, and the narrow clothes are already cold in autumn.

Children reminisce about each other, knowing how difficult it is to travel.

The dew air enters the thatched hut, and the sound of the stream is noisy on the rocky beach.

The moon comes at night in the mountains, but I don’t see it until dawn.

Xu Wei's "Arrived at Tongdu Bridge in Jianning on the 15th Night to Watch the Moon"

The boat was moored at dusk in the west of the city, and we set off towards the long bridge to see the full moon.

Gradually, you can see the smoke and floating grass in the distance, and suddenly you are in front of the eaves of a high pavilion.

Sit in the forest and watch birds, and look into the clouds and rivers connected to the water.

I have long wanted to take a boat trip to the sky, but several times the road is boundless.

Wen Zhengming's "Niannujiao·Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon"

Osmanthus and floating jade fill the streets in the first month of the year, and the night is as cool as a wash.

The wind is blowing, my eyebrows are cold and my bones are cold, and I am in the Crystal Palace.

The dragons are croaking, the temples are full of mountains, and the misty music and songs are boiling.

The ground is covered with frost, and it wants to fly across the colorful clouds.

I remember last year on this eve, I was drinking wine at the creek pavilion, and the pale moon and clouds came and went.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are no longer what I dreamed of yesterday, but they are like this in the blink of an eye.

The green bird comes to the west, Chang'e repays me, and the good times are approaching.

My message to couples, don’t let Guanghan get drunk.

Yang Shen's "Song of the Dian Sea"

In the middle of the pavilion of Liangwang Pavilion, there are two black and magpie stars with five rays.

Thirty miles across the Hongqiao, Guanghan Palace is fragrant at night.

Bian Gong's "Chang'e"

The moon palace is filled with cold osmanthus flowers, and the flowers bloom year by year and only climb up to themselves.

*** talks about heaven in the human world, but does not know that heaven remembers the human world.

Zhang Huangyan's "Zhongqiu Mid-Autumn Festival"

The light autumn scenery is long, and the fragrance of orchids, osmanthus and osmanthus is overwhelming.

The moon is bright and round, people are thousands of miles away, and the wind is strong and the sails are flying.

This night I hold a cup in my hand to shame Yu Liang, and for several years I held an ax and laughed at Wu Gang.

You don’t have to go to Qiantang to watch the waves. The blue sea and silvery sky are so dim.

Cao Xueqin's "Xiangling Ode to the Moon"

The moon is high in the sky and the night is cold, with clear light and bright shadows.

Poets add to the fun and often want to play, while strangers add sorrow and cannot bear to watch.

A jade mirror hangs beside the jade building, and an ice tray hangs outside the pearl curtain.

What’s the use of burning silver candles on a good night, when the sun shines brightly on the screen.

It is neither silver nor water that reflects the coldness of the window. Try to see the clear sky protecting the jade plate.

The faint fragrance of plum blossoms is about to be dyed, and the silky willow ribbons are just drying.

I only suspect that the remaining powder is coated with gold, as if light frost has been applied to the jade railing.

When I woke up from the dream, no one was in the west building, but the remaining figures could still be seen through the curtain.

It is difficult to cover up the essence, but the shadow is beautiful and the soul is cold.

An anvil strikes a thousand miles of white, and half a chicken sings the fifth watch.

Listen to the flute in the autumn on the green coir river, and lean on the railing in the red-sleeved building at night.

Winning Chang'e should ask why they are not reunited forever.

Cao Xueqin's "Mid-Autumn Festival with Love for the Moon"

Unknown wishes for three lifetimes often add to the sorrow.

When boredom comes, hold your forehead together and turn around several times after walking.

Looking at the shadow in front of the wind, who is worthy of the moonlight?

If Chan Guang wants to go to the Jade Man Tower first.