Four Simple Mid-Autumn Poems

The Chinese nation has attached importance to family ties since ancient times. Mid-Autumn Festival is a festival symbolizing family reunion. Since ancient times, many famous poets have written down their current feelings on this special festival. Let's feel their mood at that time!

What are the four ancient poems of Mid-Autumn Festival?

1 Four Mid-Autumn Poems

1, Mid-Autumn Moon Shu

Ten rounds of frost shadows turn to court, and tonight is a lonely corner.

Su E may have no regrets, but Yuchan is lonely and lonely.

2. On the evening of August 15th, Pi Rixiu, the Devil Hall of 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.

3. Wang Tangjian, Send Du Langzhong a Full Moon on Fifteen Nights.

There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.

I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.

4. Tangtu of Mid-Autumn Festival

Wandering outside autumn scenery, everything feels leisurely.

If there is no moon this night, a year will be wasted.

5. The Mid-Autumn Festival is anonymous.

Tuan Tuan left the cape and gradually entered the clouds.

This night is full, where is the bright light!

Two ancient poems related to Mid-Autumn Festival

August 15th, jathyapple.

Du Fu

The full moon flies in the mirror and returns to the heart to fold the sword.

Turn the tent and travel far, climb the laurel and ascend to heaven.

The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers.

At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumnal equinox.

Watching the moon on fifteen nights

Wang Jian

There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.

I'm looking forward to the moon tonight. I don't know who will land in Qiu Si!

Nanzhai Wan Yue

Wang Changling

Lying on the high seat in the south study, we opened the curtains-we saw the rising moon.

The clear water-flowing wood flows like waves on our windows and doors.

Time flies, calmly, beyond our wisdom, and the old and the new alternate.

Our chosen person, our friend, is singing, perhaps, a sad oriental song by the clear river.

A thousand miles away, there is a smell of orchids coming with the wind.

Festival moon

Su Shi

The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts.

If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?