Poems recited in Mid-Autumn Festival

The poems recited in the Mid-Autumn Festival are summarized as follows

1, Niannujiao Mid-Autumn Festival

Looking far from the sky, you can see the clear sky in Wan Li without a cloud. Sweet-scented osmanthus flies, where the sun shines and the air is crisp in autumn. Yuyu Qionglou, riding in Luan Li, people are in Liangguo. Mountains and rivers are picturesque, and smoke trees are vivid.

I clap my hands and sing wildly, till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, and become a guest. Dancing and wandering in the wind, I don't know what night it is I want to return by wind, so I don't need to ride Peng Yi. In the Crystal Palace, the flute was blown off with a loud sound.

2, water tune songs, Mid-Autumn Festival

The sound of air blowing on the anvil is urgent, and cricket thinks of high autumn. I just look at the scenery instead of learning from Song Yu. It is a great pleasure to clean up the bleak situation and pay the price. It has its own sentimental place, and the bright moon hangs on the South Tower.

Distressed, across the embankment, with long rhyme. On a sunny night, lend me this place to pour gold. Lovely scenery of a day, leaning on twelve, if the universe floats. Drunk and sleepy, I don't know how to wake up.

3. South Pigeon (Mid-Autumn Festival)

Tonight, the full moon is cool, and the sky in Wan Li is wide. Su E should be idle. In particular, Mid-Autumn is meant to shine on the world.

Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. Don't teach me to stand still. It's morning when osmanthus flowers float down. Let's have a look.

4. Shuilongyin (Mid-Autumn Festival)

It's late, the clouds are thick and the color is cold. The silver pond is half hidden, and there are countless autumn colors, which is clearly not night. The sound of jade, the clothes of feather urge the dance, which is hard to borrow. Clear and bright, but it feels round and shadowy. Curling is really priceless.

I heard that the Water Mirror Palace is full of incense burners and bead curtains. Qiongzhi half leans, Yao Shang persuades, Ying Ying jiao. The eyes are broken and the soul is flying, the green is around the red, and the joy is empty. It's not the wine that wants to get drunk, Phoenix bloom.