Poems about Mid-Autumn Festival

The most famous Mid-Autumn Festival poem

Prelude to Water Melody

Song sushi

Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking happily. Drunk, for this article, and pregnant by)

When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance.

I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time.

I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu.

It's too cold up there.

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 have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs.

This matter is ancient and difficult to complete.

We hope to live a long life for each other to share the beauty of this beautiful moonlight, even though we are separated from Wan Li.

Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking under the moon, the scenery is also;

I miss my brother's son and I love him.

It is reasonable to be sad and happy, rain or shine.

Perfect integration of emotion, scenery and reason.

After Hu Zai's Tiaoxi Fishing in Conghua, he said:

Mid-Autumn Festival words, since Dongpo's "Shuidiao Tou" came out, the rest of the words have been abandoned.

The most natural Mid-Autumn Poetry

Looking at the moon, thinking of a distant one.

Don Zhang Jiuling

The bright moon is slowly becoming round at sea, and we share this moment from far away.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

There are too many moments in the world,

But sharing with you is happiness.

Although we didn't get together,

I will give you a hand full of moonlight in my dream.

3. The most meaningful Mid-Autumn Poetry

moonlit night

Don du fu

In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.

For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.

Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.

When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .

In prison, unknown fate,

Du Fu still remembers his wife and children.

Warm words touched the softness in people's hearts.

The saddest Mid-Autumn Poetry

Tang Duoling Road Ye Man Zhou Ting

Song Liuguo

Reed leaves are full of Tingzhou, and the cold sand zone is shallow.

Twenty years have passed, South Tower.

Liu Xia's mooring is still unstable,

In a few days, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The yellow crane broke the rock head, so the old friend was there?

Old rivers and mountains are new troubles.

Want to buy osmanthus with wine,

After all, it's not a youth tour.

Revisiting the old place is full of yesterday.

Unfortunately, nothing is the same anymore.

After all, it's not like a youth tour.

How many sighs?