The origin of Mid-Autumn Festival! What ancient poems are there in Mid-Autumn Festival?

(Tang) Lipu

When the mirror rises in the sky, the clouds are silent;

A full round, accompanied by Wan Liyun;

The sly rabbit falls the string, and the demon frog rests in front of him;

Lingcha plans to go hand in hand until the Milky Way is completely clear.

Play with the moon on August 15th.

(Tang) Liu Yuxi

Tonight the sky will wash the world again.

Summer retreats and autumn retreats.

The stars are shining and the breeze is bright.

What can change the human world is Yujing in You Ran.

Prelude to Water Melody

(Song) Su Dongpo

Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, happy drinking. Drunk, writing this article, pregnant.

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'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 to understand the shadow, why don't you want to be round?

People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. 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.

the mid autumn moon

(Song) 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?

Taichangyin

(Song) Xin Qiji

A round of autumn shadows turned to golden waves, and the flying mirror was re-ground.

Ask Heng E about wine: What should I do if I am cheated by white hair!

Take the wind, go up to Wan Li and look down at the mountains and rivers.

Go dancing in Guangxi. Human nature is clearer.

Reflections on Mid-Autumn Festival Tourism

Taiwan Province folk songs

Look at the geese in a lonely shadow, and miss the mink in a thousand miles; The autumn in my hometown recalls the bright moon, and the night terrors in foreign countries.

My hand hasn't climbed over osmanthus, so it's still a banana; Climb the stairs to make a sad contribution and look at the western sky and the sea.

Homesickness on a moonlit night

The stars are thin and the moon is cold, and the milky way is quiet;

Where is Wan Li's Shanjia? I have a lot of worries when I come at night.

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In the dead of night, the bright moon hangs high in the center of the sky and there is silence;

Sleepy eyes, like a dream;

Living everywhere is restless, and my hometown is in my heart;

Suffering is like burning the heart of a king.

Drink with the moon

(Li Bai)

Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.

I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.

The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.

Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.

I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.

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 don't know who will fall in Qiu Si!

Nanzhai Yueshang Opera

(Changling Wang)

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.

the mid autumn moon

(Miracle)

The sky in Wan Li is cloudless and wet, and the stars are pouring out to clear the rules.

Lin Dong doesn't interfere with getting up gradually, and seeing the road all over the world.

Can also clearly sing the spirit of Hao, willing to teach the dark to take Dan Zhi.

Poor Guan Ye Shan Juanying, waiting for five residual wines.

Guan Shanyue.

(Li Bai)

A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds.

The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.

At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.

This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.

The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes.

The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.

Thoughts?in?the?Still?of?the?Night

(Li Bai)

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

moonlit night

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The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.

Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.

Chang'e

(Li Shangyin)

The mica screen is deeply shaded by candles, and the long river is gradually falling.

Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.

Think of my brothers on a moonlit night.

(Du Fu)

A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle, which was the first call of a wild goose on the border in autumn.

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.

Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

Looking at the moon, thinking of a distant one.

(Zhang Jiuling)

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.

Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night!

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.

Frost moon

(Li Shangyin)

Just beginning to hear the chirping of the southern geese, the chirping of cicadas has disappeared, and I climbed to the top, looking as far as I can, and the water is natural.

The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation.

Give birth to a child under the autumn night and the moon

(Meng Haoran)

Autumn moon hangs in the sky and Guanghua is wet.

The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in.

The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent.

What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand.

Mid-autumn festival waiting for the moon >

(Lu Guimeng)

It's late in first frost, and the wind is like a good season.

The curtain leans against the tree, feeling infinite, and the candle is faint and fragrant.

I like to listen to the northern sheng sound, and gradually see the southern star fans.

Who is the coolpad of the school and wants to reduce the first round and noon?

Mid-Autumn Festival in Zhuang Ni

(Yuan Haowen)

Strong rice days are too thin, narrow clothes and autumn are already cold.

The child is full of memories and it is difficult to walk.

Dew entered the hut, and the sound of streams and stone beaches was loud.

The moon came in the mountains at night, and I didn't see it until dawn.

Playing with the moon in Taoyuan on August 15th.

(Liu Yuxi)

Seeing the moon in the dust is also idle, and love is between the fairy houses in the clear autumn.

Long and cold, standing on the highest mountain at this time.

Blue is nothing but Feng Yun, and Songshan grows in the water.

A group of people are moving leisurely, and Gogoing is thousands of miles away.

Shao Jun led me to the jade altar and invited the real fairy officer to come from afar.

Cloud * (left car right car) moves under the starry sky, the sky is happy and the bones are cold.

Jin Xin gradually moved eastward, and the shadow of the wheel still rose.

It is difficult to get back together when it is absolutely beautiful, and he should be disappointed on this day.

(Turn left and right, it may be the word "Xuan")

the mid autumn moon

(Yan 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.

Watch the moon in the pavilion on the evening of August 15th.

(Bai Juyi)

On the evening of August 15 last year, next to the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool.

On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall.

Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast.

Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual.

Guizi of Tianzhu Temple in the evening of August 15.

(Pi Rixiu)

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.

Looking at the Moon and Son's Career in Mid-Autumn Festival

(Su Shi)

The bright moon is not higher than the mountain, and the red light is thousands of feet.

A cup of silver is not full, and the clouds are scattered.

Those who wash God's eyes should welcome the water from Fermin River.

Then I will be indifferent to people in the world, just like I am sorry for Zhan Ran.

Mars in the southwest is like a projectile. Its horns and tail are bright and pale.

Not tonight, but even fireflies are fighting for the cold.

Who was rowing yesterday? This is a thousand days and nights.

The twists and turns have no intention of chasing the waves, and they bow their heads to sacrifice with the song board.

Did Bo * (left wind and right wind) return before the green fluorescence disappeared and turned to the mountain?

The bright moon is easy to fall and disperse, and it is even more important to see it when you come back.

The clearer the moonlight in front of the hall, the better, and the cold throat * (the general will get worms) will show grass.

Shutters push doors silently, while windows are silent and old.

Du Nan is engaged in shame and poverty, and there are several people who write moon poems.

In the Ming dynasty, the personnel were in the same position as the morning glow, and suddenly I dreamed of Yao and Taiwan.

Mid-Autumn Festival: Climbing the stairs and looking at the moon

(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.

The moon is how bright.

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.

Xijiang moon

(Su Shi)

In Huangzhou, I swim in the water at night in spring.

Drinking in a restaurant, getting drunk.

Take the moon to the stream bridge, untie the saddle and bend your arms, lie drunk and rest less.

I realized that.

The mountains are crowded and the flowing water is bright, which makes people doubt that it is not human.

On the bridge pillar of the book.

According to the wild shallow waves, the sky is faint.

I want to get drunk and sleep on the grass.

It's a pity that a romantic wind didn't teach you to crush Qiong Yao.

Take off your saddle and rest at Qingyang Bridge, and there will be the sound of spring dawn in Du Yu.

"Back to Dong for Mid-Autumn Festival"

(Wen Tianxiang)

Overlapping festivals along the river, painting boat ice;

When the moon raises a glass, you will be fragrant and green.

Worship the fall of Huaxing, about the floating of the bright moon.

The wind and rain are all over the city, why are you lucky to be near?

The picturesque mountains and rivers are still the trip to Chibi in those days.

Straw is rewarded, and cloth is distributed in turn.

Manjianghong. Farewell to Mid-Autumn Festival "

(Xin Qiji)

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, do you have any worries? It should be Fahua.

Jade liquid is full, and Joan's cup is 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.

Moon in autumn night

At first, we were together. Then call it. There's no reason to see Iraq again.

In recent days, I unexpectedly want to eat a big meal again.

In respect and leisure, I gathered my eyebrows and sighed.

Arouse old worries.

Items cannot be attracted.

Time flies, but when Xie Lan is released, the flowers fade, but in an instant.

Color clouds are easy to disperse, glass is fragile, and there is trouble before inspection.

On a romantic night, there are several traces of the past.

Endure thinking and memory.

This kind of retrospect is broken and eternal.

When we reached Xiandao and Guiming Road, there was no news.

Endless longing

Draw drums and noisy streets, blue lights all over the city, and the first month shines in Yancheng.

The night view of Jiangque in the capital of Qing Dynasty, with silver arrows and golden stems.

Streets crisscross. Go through Pingkangfeng and listen to the music slowly.

Phoenix candle shines. There is no incense screen in that house.

For Luo Qi, I can vaguely recognize the old days, and the elegance has faded.

Jiao Bo Ye Yan and Qiao Xiao still greeted each other on purpose.

It is difficult to write deeply and sincerely when the wall falls and everyone stands.

I don't know, those famous officials have been arrested, and they have all been reduced in customs over the years.

Looking at the moon in Han dynasty

Moon, moon, moon. Competition is still insufficient.

Just like the young people in the bridal chamber, they will meet temporarily and leave as they used to.

The small building is on the threshold, which was last year's season.

The clear sky is still there, and the night is always disgusting.

Quail day

Blow the residual smoke into the night wind. A bright moon hangs on the porch.

Because the road is far away, people are still far away, and my heart is different.

Affectionate and considerate. Yun Lan went back to recognize without a trace.

I should have been born in the past, and I love to keep Yuanyang in two places.

Twelve o'clock (autumn night)

At the beginning of the sunset, the light smoke caged the moon, and the wind was like washing.

Jue Cui Zhang, Liang Sheng. Gradually enter the slight cold weather.

Broken leaves knock on the window, and the west wind fills the courtyard. If you can't sleep, get up.

It is even more worrying, and it is worrying, and all kinds of feelings are born together, which are worrying.

God knows, at that time, it was very memorable.

The night is always there, clearly beside the bed, watching diligently.

The candle is dim, the wine is awake, and Yuan Lai is in a dream.

Come to sleep, get dressed and sit alone with mixed feelings.

How can I get benefits, reconcile sex, and then make the rest of the incense quilt?

I want to tell God that I will never give up from now on.

Nian Nujiao. Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon

(Wen Zhiming)

Sweet-scented osmanthus floating jade, flowers all over the street in the first month, and the night is as cool as washing.

The wind is full of eyebrows and cold, and people are in the Crystal Palace.

The dragon is dying, the view is awkward, and the song is boiling.

First frost is everywhere. I want to fly over the colorful clouds.

I remember last evening, wine kiosks and light moon clouds came and went.

Qiu Guang, thousands of miles away, did it in the blink of an eye yesterday.

The bluebird comes from the west, and Chang 'e reports my courtesy.

Send a message, don't be afraid of Shen Zui.

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Mid-Autumn Festival Feelings (Prose Poems)

This is a warm night, people knead their thoughts into a full moon, enjoying a yearning and imagination comfortably.

This is an ancient national specialty and a traditional national festival.

In this festival, whether you are in Shan Zhinan, north of the water, under the clouds or above the sea, you will raise a glass to invite the moon on this golden night. The sadness of a wanderer, the loneliness of a friend, the yearning for flying and the ancient feelings will all be beautifully revealed in this elegant, quiet and fragrant hip flask.

As a result, the Mid-Autumn Festival is full of affection and rich human feelings;

Therefore, the Mid-Autumn Festival will be elegant and colorful, elegant and lyrical notes;

Thus, the moon in Mid-Autumn Festival is the brightest and most complete;

Therefore, the moon in Mid-Autumn Festival is the most exciting and intriguing. ...

Mid-Autumn Festival is a beautiful myth, which has been handed down from generation to generation for 1000 years and 10000 years. In the process of appreciating and tasting the moon, a nation experiences and shows its unique charm.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, we will see the bright moon again. Let's sit in a full moon, savor the mystery of life and feel the true meaning of life. Moonlight is like running water, gurgling constantly. ...

Time is like water, as if in a blink of an eye, spring goes to Qiu Lai, and a year's work is drifting away. In the streets, shops and shopping malls, colorful moon cakes are filled with a strong Mid-Autumn Festival atmosphere. Try to buy all kinds of moon cakes, fruits, vegetables, red bean paste and five kernels; Bagged, bulk, boxed; Red, yellow, green and purple ... just haven't tasted moon cakes-

I remember when I was a child, when the Mid-Autumn Festival approached, every family was full of yearning and excitement, especially busy mothers.

First of all, my mother will collect dried flowers, gourd flowers, roses and fragrant bean leaves early to dry, then smash the tarts with a stone "artisan's nest", and then ask someone to buy some Redmi and turmeric from the city. Secondly, during the intermission of daily work, collect dead branches and roots, dig or pull out seeds, wheatgrass and unstable mugwort branches, go home to dry, or dry some cow dung outside the courtyard wall. Steamed moon cakes are not comparable to ordinary steamed dry food buns, and the cooking stove should also have good fuel.

A few days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, my mother soaked the "bad son" prepared in advance in warm water, put the topping on it, fermented it, and then continued half a bowl of dried noodles every hour or two, and stirred it into a paste with appropriate warm water for about ten times, about half a pot. According to the standard of a bowl of noodles, add a proper amount of warm water to knead the noodles for about two hours at a time, and knead them ten times and eight times in a row. Many a mickle makes a mickle. The two pots are full, soft and energetic, and the hands are tilted.

Early in the morning, my mother was busy with my aunt and grandmother.

First of all, according to the size of my "Bagua Palm" steamer, the thickness of moon cakes, and the types of pigments, the prepared noodles are evenly mashed into several balls. Then, rub the ball with one hand and rub it for ten times. Smooth, firm and round, flatten with the palm of your hand. Then use a rolling pin to push open a piece of bread with a thickness of half a centimeter and a diameter of 45 centimeters, and evenly spread the freshly squeezed linseed oil; Huang Chengcheng, fragrant, then sprinkled with turmeric, sprinkled with sugar, and sprinkled with a thick layer of white flour; Finally, tightly rolled into a roll and pressed into a ball; Compacted, rolled into the shape just now, and sprinkled again, this is a veritable good bottom layer and the best.

Then, do the same thing, roll it layer by layer, sprinkle the prepared pigments layer by layer, and pile it up layer by layer to a thickness of ten centimeters. Or cut it open and dig out colorful scratches, or roll it into a "horse trip field", or cover it with a top layer to make colorful steamed cakes. Finally, roll out a paper-thin dough to completely wrap the whole moon cake and carry it into the cage with four hands. Only one moon cake is contained in one cage, and two, three and four cages are steamed at a time.

At this time, the boiling water has already been boiled in the large iron pot that is "sitting and lying" on the stove, and the steamer is neatly placed on the cauldron; Then use clean rags or other soft objects to block all the places that may be breathable, such as the edge of the pot, the gap in the steamer and the gap in the lid. Use strong and durable firewood such as dead tree rights and cow dung blocks to burn for half an hour at a time to prevent "slipping". When the hot air on the pot cover rises for quite some time, it is necessary to temporarily cease fire; Pause for a quarter of an hour, the heat will drop slightly, and then burn for half an hour with warm fire. So burn it four times, steam it for two or three hours, a large pot of water will boil, and the moon cakes will be steamed.

At that time, in order to steam moon cakes, I asked my teacher for leave every year to be a "fire girl".

After the moon cake is steamed, two people should lift it three times and turn it over twice, put it upright and steady, "dot" the steamed white flour with red pigment, so that it will have color, air it overnight, peel it off, and cut it into cubes with the size of 15 cm, and you can eat it. Sweet and delicious when fresh; Crisp and delicious, layered, fat but not greasy, the days after the Mid-Autumn Festival are chewed in this sweetness.

The Mid-Autumn Moon Night is even more worth mentioning. When the bright moon climbed over the treetops and stood on the roof, the deep sky was clear and transparent, and the stars in the past seemed to be gone. The bright moonlight fell like water in the spacious courtyard of the farmhouse, brighter than during the day. Every household moves out of its own square table, carries a complete moon cake with the moon pattern on it, respectfully presents it in the center of the square table, and presents its harvested fruits or other delicious food in the surrounding platter, which is called "offering the moon". Old people will also tell stories about "Chang 'e" and "Jade Rabbit". Looking up at the moon, I always want to see the dancing Chang 'e or the playful white rabbit from the "Jade Plate".

Mid-Autumn Prose: "The year is afraid of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the month is afraid of the fifteenth."

All kinds of moon cake advertisements are overwhelming, which makes people feel that tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

There is a saying that "every year I am afraid of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and every month I am afraid of the 15th", which means that the year after the Mid-Autumn Festival will soon pass, and this month will soon pass after the 15th.

Yes, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, and the year-end will follow. This not only makes people sigh that time flies, but also makes people unconsciously recall the past.

Think about it, I haven't been at home for several Mid-Autumn Festival. Every Mid-Autumn Festival, in addition to sending home some moon cakes and other things, calling to greet family members, the rest are only thoughts and memories. At this time, the memory of spending the holiday at home became clear.

It was really exciting to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival when I was a child. Because my father, who has been working in other places for a long time, always goes home before the holidays. Every time he goes home, he always brings us some new clothes, candy and some novelty things. Putting on new clothes, my pocket is full of all kinds of sweets, and my mood is naturally very happy. In my opinion, Mid-Autumn Festival is as happy as Spring Festival.

Of course, happy things are far more than that.

Build a tower is something that many children like to do very much. We usually travel in groups of three or five. A few days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, we began to shuttle through country roads and dilapidated courtyards to collect fragmentary tiles. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, the real tower-building project began. We use bricks as tower doors and large tiles as tower foundations, and estimate the size of tower foundations according to the number of tiles collected. Then the tiles are built layer by layer, and the tiles shrink to the center of the tower from big to small, and finally form a cone, and the tower is built. In the process of building the tower, every step and every movement should be careful. Sometimes we have to start all over again because of miscalculation or accidentally touching the tower. Therefore, it is also a kung fu to study eyesight and patience. It took a lot of effort to build this tower, and then we had to wait for it to burn down at night.

As the last sunset glow in the sky receded, the sky darkened. At my mother's urging, I always grab a few mouthfuls of rice and rush to the threshing floor, where the children gather. We chased and played all the way, while eagerly hoping that the moon would rise to the sky early.