Traditional Poems for Mid-Autumn Festival

In study, work or life, we all know some classic poetry, right, poetry is rich in musical beauty, statements are generally arranged in lines, focusing on the beauty of structural form. In fact, many friends are not quite sure what kind of poetry is good poetry, the following is my collection of traditional poetry for the Mid-Autumn Festival, just for reference, I hope it can help you.

Traditional Poetry for Mid-Autumn Festival 1

Mid-Autumn Festival

Because of you

On the clear night of the full moon

Mid-Autumn Festival, thoughts

Finally, I can't resist the depths of time

The tide rises up in Qiantang

Far away

The story of the sea and the moon's intersection

Very clear, memories

Very clear.

Like a tidal wave, it changes under your clear light

Like a rainbow, it looks like a practice

At last

In the corner of the old salt warehouse embankment

The tidal wave completes the leap to the sky

The splash of the wave flashes with

The beauty of the jade breaks

Friend

The years have left behind the affectionate name

The yin, yang, yang, yang, yin and yang, have you ever thought about it?

Once again and Cindy softly sang

The tide sounds like a song

Traditional Poetry for the Mid-Autumn Festival2

"Mid-Autumn Festival Wishes"

The moon is full during the Mid-Autumn Festival,

The harmonious autumn winds send wishes.

The moon cake is a token of longing,

and every household in China is happy.

Overseas children are thinking of their hometowns,

The moon shines brightly during the festive season.

The Chinese nation is on the rise.

The Chinese nation is on the rise.

The winds of autumn are blowing on both sides of the Taiwan Strait,

The reunion of bones and flesh is the wish of the people.

The mooncakes were sent to Tainan,

and the two sides of the Taiwan Strait have the same dream.

The country is rich, the people are strong, and they have self-respect,

peace and unity, and harmony in the family.

Mid-Autumn Moon Cake is round and sweet,

Wealthy, strong and happy for ten thousand years.

Traditional Poems for Mid-Autumn Festival3

Mid-Autumn Festival

Sadness is like a cloud

It drips like rain

Sadness is like a flower after the rain

By the wind and the rain

Legends roam in the sky

They are far away and they are close to each other

They are like the dancing sleeves of Guanghan

But they don't dare to try to use their hands

For fear that they will break the water of the river

They are not afraid that they will be able to make the moonlight.

For fear of breaking the spring water

The ripples will never end

The desire to smooth them out makes them even more wrinkled

We are strangers to each other

It seems to be five hundred years since we met

I hope that the moon will not grow old

As it does tonight in the mid-autumn season

We are together for many years to come

"The Fifteenth of the August Moon"

The depth of our love is deep. I am so sorry that I have to go back to my home.

Ride the wind and go high.

Lai Ape flies and the heart of heaven falls, and the four seas are dark and there is no way to spy on them.

Climbing the highway to hope for Ruoxi all over the needle Li under the dantian,

Yuezhangzhang and Zhaogui Ruoxi unique shade forest mirror flower makeup.

The winds are blowing to tell us what to do, and the texture of the silk is being woven.

The lamps are burning, and the window candles are not as bright as they should be.

The first thing I want to do is to find out what you want to do, and what you want to do, and what you want to do.

When the wind is blowing, the wind is blowing, the wind is blowing, the wind is blowing, the wind is blowing, the wind is blowing, the wind is blowing, and the wind is blowing.

The first step to take is to wave the blue sky, and then to thrust the haze into the darkness.

Also carry on the hip, if the green pill is small to get deep mountain Ruoxi will be when the engine tour neiluan, in order to get a long embellishment of the light between the mortal world.

The road is long, and I will never tire of it.

The world knows that we are clear and clean, and we will always bow to our wishes.

The moon is in the sky on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival

The moon is in the sky on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival

We are holding the wine cups and tasting the mooncakes

We are happy to have a good day today

But our hearts are still hurting a little bit

It hurts so much that it is no longer in a good mood

The Sino-Vietnamese counter-attack war was fought 36 years ago

My comrades, the youngest of whom was a soldier in the war, were in the middle of the war, but they were in the middle of the war.

My comrade Xiao Zhong was killed

He was left forever in the mountains of the southern border

Among the cottonwood bushes

Ah, Xiao Zhong

Is it cold at night in the southern border

Is the dew wetting your clothes

Are there still long worms scurrying around you

My heart is particularly heavy

In the army, we were the artillery planners

In the army, we were the artillery planners

The artillery planners

The artillery planners

The artillery planners

The artillery planners

The artillery planners are the best soldiers.

The roar of the enemy's artillery

We were the ones who counted the stars.

On the battlefield we were brothers to the death

We shared a drop of water

We shared a piece of compressed biscuit

But with sparks in our eyes

Loyalty on our shoulders

We weren't afraid of sacrifice

My heart was heavy

Every time I saw you smile on Mid-Autumn Festival Night

You were a man of the world, a man of the world and a man of the world. warmth

Ah, Xiao Zhong

Today's good fortune is the very reason we charged against the enemy in the first place

We should be happy

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival

***Wishing the motherland prosperity

Traditional Poetry for the Mid-Autumn Festival6

The Moon

The Mid-Autumn Moon is round

It is the world's simple and kindly

The moon is so fickle that it turns its face whenever it wants to

It's just like the first lovers

Today, they make a vow of friendship

Tomorrow, they part ways

The rest of the world is full of bleakness:

Even in the autumn

Others are harvesting the fruits of their lives

All you can do is to pour three cups of wine

Sadness is like waves beating against the bank

It is as sad as the waves beating against the bank

The moon is as sad as the waves beating against the bank

It's as sad as the moon is. Waves beat the embankment

The Mid-Autumn Moon is round

It is the ethereal and false vision of the red dust

Throughout the ages, how many

Sorrows and joys are repeated in the constant

Repeatedly rehashed

Although Chang'e is beautiful, her loneliness is hard to say

The moonlight is ghostly and she sighs softly

The moonlight shadows are nicknamed, and she is cold and emotional.

Mid-Autumn Moon, I stare at you at this moment

just like the affectionate love for a certain beauty

just like a number of winters years ago when the world was cool

just like I have always believed that the gold can be

subjected to a thousand hammers and thousands of hammers

subjected to the examination of the blazing fire

I have always thought that men are the sun

Women are the moon, and I am obsessed with the moon

As a man, I don't need to tell you why

Simplicity means greatness

Greatness must come from the commonplace

The Mid-Autumn Moon, the most beautiful of all, is the most romantic lake in my dreams

The willow, the most romantic of all.

The weeping willows

The luxuriant grass

And the woman who is in love with me

With me at my sideburns

And with me, kissing me with forgetfulness

So that I can live up to the beauty of this day and night

The moonlight is like water, and the fluctuation is the trembling of the strings of my heart

To the Mid-Autumn Moon, I pray quietly.

Give me a good mood every day

Give me romantic poetry every day

I sit alone in the back of the mountain on a night like this

Through the curling smoke

It's like remembering myself from the past

Traditional Poems for the Mid-Autumn Festival7

The Full Moon

Clinking cups with the moon

The splash of the drops of wine

Homesickness ignited

Turned into a sky full of stars

Homesickness

Rich in elasticity and luster

Pulled farther away, the bigger the rebound

Pulled rounder, whiter, and brighter, the brighter and brighter

Tonight

The way home

Moonlight and dreams are enough

Father's Pipe

Strikes the song of the mountains

Mother's eyes

But in a field

And my eyes

Are the babbling river

Father's pipe

Strikes the song of the mountains

Mother's eyes

Yet in a field it's festively Pulled up

And my eyes

Were wet by the babbling river

Mid-Autumn Festival`s traditional poem 8

The Mid-Autumn Moon

The autumn of your life is the color of maple leaves in general, not springtime, and at the time of the frosty season, it is extraordinarily glowing.

May every day of your life be as successful as the fifteenth moon.

The color of the new moon in the night of three or five nights, and the heart of the old man two thousand miles away.

Tonight the moon is bright, and I don't know who's home I'm thinking of.

The moonlight is so bright that I can't tell who I'm thinking about.

The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is bright in the hometown.

***Appreciate the full moon, welcome the Mid-Autumn Festival night.

The moon is a bright light, and you can think of your relatives during the festive season.

The country is strong, the family is rich, the life is long, the flower is good, the moon is full, the year is fruitful.

The happiness is boundless.

The future is bright, the age is red.

The moon in the middle of the sky makes the world bright, and the music and songs are full of joy.

The moon is bright in thousands of houses, and the music and songs of ten thousand households are in spring.

The moon is priceless, and the mountains are full of love.

The moon is white and the wind is clear, and the people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are looking at the moon together.

The evening of the seven-colored earth long **** Mid-Autumn August, cups of low wine accompanied by a song of the world of high winds.

Nine summers and eight theaters **** celebration, a round of bright moon on both sides of the same round.

The night of the three-fifths of the autumn is clear and silver sea, the world is full of light jade wheel.

The moon is shining in the sky, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming.

I'm glad to see that the sky is clear and open, just like a person in the cold palace.

The Chinese government has been blessed with the Mid-Autumn Festival and is looking forward to the reunion of the two sides of the Taiwan Strait.

Shengshi cloud seven colors, the divine state moon **** round.

Chang'e left the Moon Palace, and the Queen Mother went down to the Yao Tai.

The sky is full and the earth is bright.

Mid-autumn night, reunion night!

The moon hangs in the autumn sky, and it's the Mid-Autumn Festival again.

The moon represents my heart.

The colorful clouds are chasing the moon, and the osmanthus flowers are fragrant.

The moon is bright in my hometown.

The moon is out of the sky, between the clouds and the sea.

I hope you will be with us for a long time, and I hope you will be with us for a long time, and I hope you will be with us for a long time.

The moon is very bright in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The moonlight is bright on the fifteenth day of the eighth month, the Mid-Autumn Festival!

When will the moon come? The moon is the only thing that can make you feel good about yourself.

The moon is shining, the stars are shining, the Mid-Autumn Festival is a beautiful moment!

The moon is the only thing that makes you think of your hometown!

The Mid-Autumn Moon is full, and the people are reunited!

The moon is the only way to send your love!

The moon rises in the sea, the end of the world **** this time!

Traditional Poems for the Mid-Autumn Festival9

The Mid-Autumn Festival

If that's a separation

In my young heart

Can I ever forgive you

Just as a fallen leaf can forgive the wind for its impoliteness

A youth can forgive the years for erasing it

The crickets have ceased to make their noises

The pomegranate trees are full of red fruits

The pomegranate trees are full of red fruits. The pomegranate tree is full of blushing fruits

At last the rain has drenched the wild roses

Will you sit under the moon

Listen to me sing

Hear my song fly into the mountains

Fly over the lake water

Fly to the full moon

Traditional poems for the Mid-Autumn Festival 10

"The Night of the Reunion"

The moon is full of mooncakes

The moon is full of cakes

The moon is full of cakes, and the moon is full of puddings. >

Nostalgia for loved ones across the sea

Narrow boat tickets take away my thoughts

The Mid-Autumn Moon is full and the two sides of the Taiwan Strait are connected

The whole family was very quiet when we met

My old mother only made a cup of tea for me

Saying that my son, come and drink it

To moisten the throat from the throat from the exhaustion of the

I picked up the tea and looked at the white hairs of my mother. Mother's white hair

Tears are already wet

Mother has been thirty years

Ungrateful son finally came to this home

Son does not want to say more

I just want to ask you how have you been all these years?

I saw my mother's face in my dream during the Mid-Autumn Moon Festival

After the vicissitudes of life, how haggard my mother was

But now

The mottled wrinkles are full of vitality

The renewed spirit of your brand-new look

The moon is full of roundness, and the breeze gently brushes across my face

My children's . Thoughts and mother's silver threads stick together

Across the land of the shallow strait

The moon is especially full on the Mid-Autumn Festival

Tonight is the 15th of August

Our family will be reunited

Traditional Poems for the Mid-Autumn Festival 11

To the Mid-Autumn Festival

Autumn dews noiselessly dampen the osmanthus blossoms

The dark scent of the moon awakens me

I am looking far away from the clouds.

I'm looking between the clouds

The sea of clouds is vast

Su'e's despondency

It's hard to beat the cold from above

Lovers complain about the long night

Even on the eve of the night, they are thinking of each other

I used to think about it

A jug of wine in the flowery room

With the full moon

Gobbling up the Mid-Autumn Festival night

How could we not solve the loneliness

We were so close together that it was too far away for us to see each other

The moon was too far away for us to see each other, and the sky was far away from the clouds.

The moon is full tonight

All the people are looking at it

I don't know who I'm thinking of

I've left half of my thoughts about the moon with me

I've sent half of them to you

The smell of autumn thoughts

Fills my dreams

I've been thinking about the moon since the end of the night

I've been thinking about the moon since the end of the night

I've been thinking about the moon since the end of the day

I've been thinking about the moon since the end of the night

The smell of autumn thoughts since the end of the day

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival,

I not only tasted the delicious mooncakes,

but also learned the origin of the Mid-Autumn Festival,

really happy.

Traditional Poetry for the Mid-Autumn Festival 12

The Mid-Autumn Night

The last few days in the ancient capital of the six dynasties have been cloudy and rainy for some reason

The sunlight of the strong desire does not give a chance to go through the thin cracks of the clouds

It only manages to penetrate the dreams of the night, and wanders between the bright moon and the dark clouds

Although it is not the moon that is long, it is a little more misty and drunken

The golden autumn Watery Moon Cake

What comes to mind are some wonderful memories, and a whole hometown

Traditional Poems for Mid-Autumn Festival13

The Moonlight

The Mid-Autumn Festival is lived in the heart

For many years it has been like this

The hometown is so far away

Love has lost its intertwining

The grass on the sill of the window is crossed

It is like seeing the forest.

As if seeing forests

And clear mountain streams

Eyes that have suffered for a season at parting

Repeatedly forgetting

Forgetting is the raging tears

Rushing between the first-born fingers

Bustling streets

Hurried crowds

Rich and illustrious mooncakes

Beautiful The busy Mid-Autumn Festival

is ever moving away

away at the end of a smile-filled day. The crowd that goes away brings with it my warmest dreams

And the traveling bag of the coming time

Heavy. Heavy is the man on high.

The heart is also in a high place

But I can't step on the way up

The sound hasn't changed

The moon, bright in the darkness

The people, sorrowful in the bright place

Traditional Poems for Mid-Autumn Festival 14

"Thinking of My Family in the Mid-Autumn Festival"

Clinking cups with the moon

Splashing out droplets

Homesickness is ignited

Turned into a sky full of stars

Homesickness

Rich in elasticity and luster

Pulled farther, the bigger the rebound

Pulled rounder, the whiter, the brighter, the brighter

Tonight

Homeward-bound

Moonlight and dreams are enough

My father's pipe

Strikes the mountains' Songs

Mother's eyes

But in a field

And my eyes

Are the babbling river

Father's pipe

Strikes the song of the mountains

Mother's eyes

But in a field it is plucked up by festivals

And my eyes

Are the babbling river

Father's pipe

Strikes the song of the mountains

Mother's eyes

Yet in a field it is plucked up by festivals

And my eyes

Were wet by the rushing river