Poems about missing one's family on holidays.

1. Poems about missing family during holidays

Poems about missing one's family at festivals 1. Ancient poems about missing family members in Mid-Autumn Festival

1, full moon thinking far away.

Don Zhang Jiuling

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

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.

A bright moon rises on the sea, and you and I are thousands of miles apart to enjoy the moon.

Lovers hate long nights and miss you all night.

The candlelight goes out, the moonlight is full of love, and the clothes are covered with wet clothes.

I can't give you beautiful money, so I'd better enter my dream and be with you.

Appreciation: "Looking at the Moon and Thinking Far Away" is a poem about missing people far away on a moonlit night. When the author left home, he looked at the bright moon and missed his relatives far away. The sentence "The moon is full of the sea" has a profound and broad artistic conception, which is a timeless good sentence.

The second sentence "At this time, the horizon is * * *", that is, from the scene to the situation, into the "Huaiyuan"; "I blew out the candle, it was not dark, I put on my coat, it was not warm", and two sentences skillfully wrote the true scene of the sleepless night of the moon.

Three or four sentences, centered on resentment, echoed by "lover" and "lovesickness", echoed by "distant night" and "dusk", put the first two sentences in one go.

2. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light, is it frosted already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. -Li Bai in Tang Dynasty

The bright moonlight sprinkled on enough paper in front of the bed, as if the ground was covered with frost. I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my hometown in the distance.

I drink a pot of wine from the flowers alone. No one is with me. 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. -Li Bai in Tang Dynasty

Put a pot of wine among the flowers and pour it yourself. No friends or relatives. Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon into three people before the picture. Of course, Yue Ming won't drink. Her figure follows me. I had to form a wine companion with them for the time being. If I want to enjoy myself, I must seize the beautiful spring scenery. I sang about the moon, and my dancing figure was messy. When you wake up, you will be happy together, and when you are drunk, you will be separated. I would like to form an eternal friendship with them, forget the harm and meet at the edge of the misty galaxy.

There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus fragrans in Coody Leng in the atrium. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. -Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty

The mid-autumn moon shines in the yard, and the ground seems as white as a layer of frost and snow. The birds in the tree stopped making noise and fell asleep. Late at night, the cold autumn dew quietly wet the osmanthus in the court. The bright moon is in the sky tonight, and people are enjoying the moon. I wonder whose home is the vast Qiu Si?

Extended data

August 15th of the lunar calendar is the traditional Mid-Autumn Festival in China, just in the middle of autumn, so it is called Mid-Autumn Festival. The ancient calendar of China named August in the middle of autumn as "Mid-Autumn Festival", so the Mid-Autumn Festival is also called "Mid-Autumn Festival". Because the bright moon is in the sky and symbolizes reunion, it is also called "Reunion Festival".

There are many customs in the folk Mid-Autumn Festival, such as eating moon cakes, enjoying the moon, enjoying osmanthus, solve riddles on the lanterns and so on. Wanderers living in other places use the moon to express their affection.

Mid-Autumn Festival is a rich and precious cultural heritage, which is called the four traditional festivals in China together with Dragon Boat Festival, Spring Festival and Tomb-Sweeping Day.

2. Write poems about missing relatives in Mid-Autumn Festival.

Watching the moon on fifteen nights

Tangwangjian

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

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

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

Tang Meng Hao ran

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.

Looking at the moon, thinking of a distant one.

Don Zhang Jiuling

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

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.

Think of my brothers on a moonlit night.

Don du fu

The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier.

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.

August 15th, jathyapple.

Don 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.

Drink with the moon

Tang Libai

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.

Ye Si

Tang Libai

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

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

Gu lang yue hang

Tang Libai

When I was young, I didn't know the bright moon in the sky, so I called it Bai Yupan.

I suspect it is Yao's platform, flying in the sky.

Immortals drop their feet, and osmanthus trees form a group.

The white rabbit smashed the medicine and asked who brought the rice.

The white rabbit is not an old panacea. Can you tell me who eats it?

Toads eat the full moon, the moon, the moon is so dark, I don't know.

After Yi shot down nine suns, the paradise on earth was clear and peaceful.

The moon has been lost, and there is nothing to see except to walk away. Sad to the heart!

Frost moon

Don

After crossing the water and touching the ground, it is obvious that Tibetans have taken the tree far away.

The primary desire lacks emptiness and melancholy, and if it is round, there may not be love.

Niannujiao Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon

Wenming 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, and the view is awkward and ethereal.

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.

3. Poems about missing relatives in Mid-Autumn Festival

the mid autumn moon

Li Qiao

The round soul is cold and empty,

It is said that the four seas are one family.

Ann knows that thousands of miles away,

No wind and rain?

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

li po

Moonlight before bed,

People suspect that there is frost on the ground.

Looking up at the moon,

Keep your head down and think about your hometown.

Mount Emei Yuege

li po

Mount Emei is half moon and half autumn,

Shadow into the Pingqiang River.

At night, Qingxi flows to the Three Gorges.

I don't think you can see Chongqing

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.

Go to Qiu Lai in summer.

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 about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight?

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 are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. 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.

Festival 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!

Riding the wind, Wan Li is in the sky,

Overlooking the mountains and rivers Go dancing in Guangxi. Human nature is clearer.

Taiwan Province folk songs:

Reflections on Mid-Autumn Festival Tourism

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.

suffer

Late at night, the bright moon hangs high in the sky, silently; Sleepy eyes,

As if in 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

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.

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

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.

Looking at the moon, thinking of a distant one.

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.

4. Poems about missing your family during the Spring Festival

Tianjiayuan Day

(Tang) Meng Haoran

Bucket handle of the Big Dipper turned to the east last night and got up again this morning.

I'm already strong, and I'm worried about agriculture without money.

A farmer working in a field full of mulberry trees is carrying a hoe and working with a shepherd boy.

Tian said that this year's climate is abundant.

Selling dementia

(Tang) Fan Chengda

On New Year's Eve, people don't sleep, tired of being depressed and forcing the New Year.

Children are told to take the long street, and clouds are called to sell if they have dementia.

Except at night.

(Tang) Legu

It's a matter of unity being empty, and Wan Li is lovesick overnight.

Worried that the crow dies, you will see the spring breeze again.

Yuanri Yulouchun

Maopang (Song Dynasty)

Every year, the lotus drops leak, and Bijing Tu Su sinks the frozen wine.

Han Xiao is still cheating. She is slim in spring.

Beauty urges a long life, and cypress leaves and green peppers are covered with beautiful sleeves.

Deep in my hometown, I don't know each other, but I only stay with Dong Jun.

5. Write poems about missing your family on Mid-Autumn Festival.

There are many poems about missing relatives in Mid-Autumn Festival. This paper collects some famous poems about missing relatives, which are listed as follows: "On the fifteenth night of the full moon, I sent a letter to Du Langzhong" was written by Wang Jian, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.

The full text of his poem is as follows: Bai Shu cries in the atrium, and Coody Leng is silent and wet with osmanthus. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.

The mid-autumn moon shines in the yard, and the ground is as white as a layer of frost and snow. The crow in the tree stopped making noise and fell asleep. Late at night, the cold autumn dew quietly wet the osmanthus in the court.

The bright moon is in the sky tonight, and people are enjoying the moon. I wonder whose home is the vast Qiu Si. The author of Silent Night Thinking is Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.

The full text of his poem is as follows: the foot of the bed is bright, is there frost? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

The bright moonlight sprinkled on enough paper, as if the ground had been frosted. I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my hometown in the distance.

Drinking the bright moon alone was written by Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of the ancient poem is as follows: From from a pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone. No one is with me.

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.

Put a pot of wine among the flowers, and no relatives and friends will pour it themselves. Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon into three people before the picture.

Of course, Yue Ming won't drink. Her figure follows me. I had to form a wine companion with them for the time being. If I want to enjoy myself, I must seize the beautiful spring scenery.

I sang about the moon, and my dancing figure was messy. When you wake up, you will be happy together, and when you are drunk, you will be separated.

I would like to form an eternal friendship with them, forget the harm and meet at the edge of the misty galaxy. Gulangyu is written by Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.

His full-text poem is as follows: I didn't know the moon when I was young, so I called it Bai Yupan. I suspect it is Yao's platform, flying in the sky.

Immortals hang down their feet, and osmanthus trees are round and round. Why do laurel trees become round in January? The white rabbit is not an old panacea. Can you tell me who eats it?

Toads eat the full moon, the moon, the moon is so dark, I don't know. After Yi shot down nine suns, the paradise on earth was clear and quiet.

The moon has been lost, and there is nothing to see except to walk away. Worry, how can I bear the pain, sadness breaks my heart. When I was a child, I didn't know the moon, so I called it a white jade plate.

I also suspect that it is the bright realm of Yaotai immortals, flying to the sky. When you look at the moon at night, you can first see that the feet of the immortals begin to appear slowly, and then a group of big osmanthus trees also appear.

Legend has it that there is a white rabbit pounding fairy medicine in the moon. Who is it for? It is also said that there was a big toad in the moon, which gradually eroded the moon. Once upon a time, there was a Houyi who shot down nine suns, leaving only one, so that heaven and man could be peaceful and peaceful.

Obsessed with the destruction of yin essence, the moon lost its luster and was no longer worth watching. I am very worried about this. My sadness is really heartbreaking.

The author of Mid-Autumn Moon is Su Shi, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of the poem is as follows: the twilight clouds are full of cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate.

If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year? As night falls, the clouds are exhausted, the human world is full of cold, the milky way is silent, and the bright moon is idling, as white as a jade plate.

Every Mid-Autumn Festival night in my life, the moonlight is mostly covered by clouds, and I rarely encounter such beautiful scenery as today. It is really hard to get! But where shall I go to enjoy the moon next Mid-Autumn Festival? The Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon was written by Li Shangyin, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.

Its full-text poem is as follows: the shadow of mica screen candle is deep, the long river is gradually falling and the stars are sinking. Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.

Through the screen decorated with mica, the shadow of the candle gradually faded. The Milky Way is also quietly disappearing, and the morning star sinks into the dawn.

Chang 'e in the Moon Palace may regret stealing Houyi's elixir of life. Now only the blue sky and blue sea accompany her with a lonely heart every night.

Moonlit Night was written by Liu, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. Its full-text poem is as follows: the moonlight is half deep, and the Beidou is withered south.

Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh. The night is still deeper, and the moonlight only illuminates half of the family, and the other half is hidden in the darkness.

The Big Dipper is tilted, so is Nandou. Tonight, I especially feel the coming of spring, because you listen to the chirping of insects outside the screen window reflected by leaves, which is the first time they arrive at the house.

Recalling Brothers on a Moonlit Night was written by Du Fu, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of the poem is as follows: breaking a pedestrian, the first call of a wild goose at 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. The drums on the garrison building cut off people's communication. In autumn, a lonely goose is singing.

Starting from tonight, I entered the Millennium solar term, and the moon in my hometown is still the brightest. Brothers are scattered, and life and death are homeless.

Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, not to mention frequent wars. Looking at the Moon and Thinking about the Distance was written by Zhang Jiuling, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.

The full text of its poem is as follows: Moon, now at sea, Tianya * * * at this time. 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.

A bright moon rises in the vast sea, and now you and I are facing each other at the ends of the earth. All living beings hate the long moonlight and miss their loved ones all night.

Put out the candles and cherish the moonlight in the room. I wandered around in my clothes, feeling the cold at night. I can't give you beautiful moonlight, I just hope to meet you in my sleep.

Jathyapple on August 15th was written by Du Fu, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. Its full-text poem is as follows: The full moon flies to the mirror and the heart breaks 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. There is a full moon outside the window and a full moon in the mirror. Homesickness is like a knife cut in my heart! Wandering around, my hometown is getting farther and farther; Sweet-scented osmanthus climbing, the sky is so far and wide! Go home! The road is as white as snow, and birds in the forest are combing their feathers.

Look at the rabbits in the moon palace, leisurely counting the new white hairs in the bright moonlight. Guan Shanyue was written by Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.

The full text of the poem is as follows: Ruan Chi, a talented scholar in Lonely Rhyme Bamboo Forest. Raising the yuan from the officials is to make the car.

Meet and cross your arms, meet and drink. Long song drunk, sound around the stage.

The translation is dignified.

6. Poems about missing loved ones in Mid-Autumn Festival

August 15th, jathyapple.

Don 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.

Niannujiao Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon

Wenming 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, and the view is awkward and ethereal.

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.

7. Poetry about missing loved ones

1, miss my father Author: Yuan Aihua Who hasn't climbed over his father's shoulder? His shoulders are always so broad and strong, like the towering Kunlun Mountain. Who has never held his father's arm? His arms are always so strong, like steel tongs. His body is always so majestic and handsome, like pine and cypress and snow. When the sun sets, he can always see his father walking on the ridge with a plow. That land is his hometown. Seedling is his hope in the future. Every year's ups and downs, bitter and sweet, exhausted, are always written on my father's face. Green rice seedlings are his happiness. Huang Cancan's rice is his harvest, his children are clever, his wife is virtuous, and his neighbors are happy. I can always see his warm figure when we meet each other after a brief encounter. Filial piety to grandparents is always considerate and simple. This is my father's kind quality. Diligence is the traditional virtue of my father. I have benefited a lot. Thank my father for his upbringing, for sending me to study and work, for giving me bone marrow, and for giving me flesh and blood. Everything about my daughter was given by my parents. Now that my father is gone, all I can do is to recall in my dreams. It's a flood of thoughts, a family relationship where blood is thicker than water, and eternal concern is only the memory of my father and my long-term thoughts-my daughter misses you in her dreams and in the depths of her soul! 2. My mind is round, Ai Qing. My mind is round. The moon on the Mid-Autumn Festival in August is also the brightest and roundest. No matter how high the mountain is and how wide the sea is, you can see it. What do you think of on such a night? My thoughts are round, watermelons and apples are round, the reunion between people is joyful, the separation of flesh and blood is painful, and those who miss their loved ones look at the bright moon in the sky. Who can swallow moon cakes? 3. Homesickness Author: When Yu Guangzhong was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. I'm here and my mother is there.

When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket. I'm here and the bride is there. Later, homesickness became a temporary grave. I'm outside and my mother is inside.

Now, homesickness is a shallow strait. I am here and the mainland is there. 4, when I look at the night sky of the city Author: Samui When I look at the night sky of the city, I can't help but feel sad. Without Sirius, the bear couldn't find his way. The only light I can see is called strong light. When I looked at the night sky in the city, I couldn't help crying. The stars that blinked with me are still in my eyes. In my eyes, it was like lying in the wheat field and looking up at the night sky when I was a child, but at that time, the stars were far away. At this moment, the stars are accompanied by tears of bright lights in the city. When I look at the night sky in the city, I can't help feeling disappointed. Why can't I see the stars? Only the city lights shine. I think of the crowded night sky at home. It's just that we were together then. When I looked at the night sky in the city, I finally found a little star. who is it? Look at me from a distance.

5, always miss the author: peace is a blessing. Time flies in the historical time and space, leaving behind thoughts. It's late autumn and winter, and it's the Cold Food Festival. On October 1st of the lunar calendar, I was worried about missing it. It is a traditional folk custom to burn paper and money, and to send food, drink and warm clothes to the soul of my distant ancestors. As we all know, ancestral paper and cold clothes are nourishing the hearts of thousands of people in Qian Qian. This has become the custom of the Chinese nation. Memories and thoughts of children and grandchildren are passed down from generation to generation.

8. Poems that express the infinite thoughts of loved ones in festivals.

1, "When will there be a bright moon?" Song Dynasty: Su Shi

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 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 are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. 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.

Explanation:

When did the bright moon begin to exist? I picked up my glass and asked the distant sky. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I want to go back to the sky with the wind, and I'm worried that the beautiful jade buildings are too high for me to stand the cold. Get up and dance and enjoy your clear shadow in the moonlight. The moon palace is nothing like on the earth.

The moon turned the scarlet pavilion and hung low on the window to look after herself who was not sleepy. Mingyue shouldn't have any resentment against people, but why is it always round when people leave? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has changed from sunny to sunny, which is difficult to be comprehensive from ancient times to now. I hope people can stay together for a long time, even if they are thousands of miles apart, they can enjoy the beautiful moon together.

2. "Looking at the Moon and Thinking Far/Looking Back at the Bright Moon" Tang Dynasty: Zhang Jiuling

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

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.

Explanation:

A bright moon rises in the vast sea, and now you and I are facing each other at the ends of the earth.

All living beings hate the long moonlight and miss their loved ones all night.

Put out the candles and cherish the moonlight in the room. I wandered around in my clothes, feeling the cold at night.

I can't give you beautiful moonlight, I just hope to meet you in my sleep.

3. Xijiangyue, a dream in the world Song Dynasty: Su Shi

It's a big dream in the world, how many times is it cool in autumn? At night, the sound of wind blowing leaves rings in the gallery. Look at the eyebrows and temples. (autumn cool one: new cool)

The wine base is often worried about fewer customers, and the moon is cloudy. Who is alone with * * * on Mid-Autumn Festival? Looking at the north sadly.

Explanation:

Everything in the world is like a big dream. How many cool autumn has life experienced? At night, the sound of the wind blowing leaves resounds through the cloister. Look at yourself, there are a few more silver lines in your brow.

Wine is not good, but it worries the guests. Although the moon is bright, it is always covered by clouds. On this Mid-Autumn Night, who can enjoy this wonderful moonlight with me? I can only pick up my glass and look at the north sadly.

4. "Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the 15th of August" Tang Dynasty: 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.

Explanation:

In the past, on the night of August 15, "I" stood beside the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool.

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

How can I see that my hometown is in the northwest and the moon has circled several times in the southeast?

The wind blew yesterday and no one paid attention. The beauty tonight is as beautiful as those years ago.

5. "Shuidiao Getou Xuzhou Mid-Autumn Festival" Song Dynasty: Su Zhe

It's been too long since we broke up. It's the seventh Mid-Autumn Festival. Last year in the East, I looked at the moon and was depressed. Unexpectedly, on the mountain of Pancheng, an ancient Bianhe River drifted. Someone incited the fun, and there was the swan goose in the swan goose.

The guests in the living room are radiant. The moon is ruthless and unwilling to stay heavy. There are drinkers tonight, and they will live on the boat tomorrow night. It's sad to be apart. I'm afraid Rainbow will, so I don't go home, so I have to go upstairs.

Explanation:

We have been apart for too long, and it has been seven Mid-Autumn Festival. Today last year, in the land of Wu Dong, I looked at the bright moon, full of sadness. I didn't expect to go boating on the ancient Bianhe River and go to Liangzhou together at the foot of Pengcheng Mountain. There is a claim to add interest, starting the goose on the pavilion.

The guests in the seats were dressed in luxury. The moon is ruthless, unwilling to keep people, and sinking into the west. There will be wine for guests tonight, and I will live alone on the boat tomorrow night, leaving my sorrow as usual. They are afraid that Rainbow can, and they will not be allowed to go home, so they have to go upstairs to face each other.