Poetry related to the moon, written in traditional festivals.

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. ?

Liu: Moonlit night?

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. ?

Li Shangyin: Frost Moon?

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.

Li Shangyin: Chang 'e?

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.

Lip: Mid-Autumn Festival?

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. ?

Zhang Jiuling: Full Moon Philip Burkart?

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.

Meng Haoran: I am pregnant 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. ?

Lu Guimeng: Appreciating the Moon in Mid-Autumn Festival

First frost is late. A good wind seems to be a good time. The curtain is inclined and the tree is separated. The candlelight is dim and fragrant, and I sit still without hesitation. I love the tone in the north. Gradually, the stars disappeared in the south basket. Who is the cooling force of the school? Want to reduce the first full moon and noon. ?

Yan Shu: Mid-Autumn Moon.

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. ?

Bai Juyi: Looking at the moon in the pavilion on August 15th.

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.

Pi Rixiu: Guizi in Tianzhu Temple on the night of August 15th.

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. ?

Su Shi: See the Moon in Mid-Autumn Festival

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 the waves and the wind return to the office before the green fluorescence disappeared and turned to the mountains? 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 more grass is exposed. 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. ?

Miffy: Look at the moon on Mid-Autumn Festival.

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.