What are the words describing the Mid-Autumn Festival?

Words describing the Mid-Autumn Festival:

1, thousands of years the ancients looked forward to singing is this month, and this cold and hot, osmanthus fragrance of the season to see this full moon, not yesterday or tomorrow's can be compared to, and not the last month and the next month can be compared to. --From "The Moon in Mid-Autumn" by Zhou Zuoren

2. When I was a kid, I would sit outside the window of the building on Mid-Autumn nights and wait to see the "moon". If there were clouds in the sky, I would worry about the "shining moon". If I saw fish-scaled clouds, I would be happy, praying that the moon would blossom soon, because I had often heard people say that as long as there were "corrugated" clouds, there would be moonflower. --From "Autumn Thoughts on the Indian Ocean" by Xu Zhimo

3. Look, the moon is so beautiful tonight, it is the mid-autumn moonlight of the socialist era. A billion people have a warm autumn in their hearts. When the white moon in the sky, raise your head **** Yang, she gives people joy, give people light, give people good Xing, give people the ghost of thought ...... - from "Tonight's Moon" Xu Fuxi

4, August Festival, the sky is full of the moon, the reunion of the earth, worship the moon, for the "Moonlight horse" and "rabbit", although it seems to be "momjing" on the superstitious things, but the mood is beautiful.

Traditional customs, there are a lot of rituals, more or less superstitious, mysterious, hazy color, but not purely superstitious things, but often form the life of the people for thousands of years in a little bit of interest in the embellishment, there is a love of life and the good wishes in it. --from "good moon" Zang Kejia

5, we look, the bamboo curtains, really have the moon, style, quietly slipped in, appeared in front of the window on the dressing mirror: the original moon is long legs, climbed the bamboo curtains grids, the first is a white road, and then a half-circle, gradually climbed high, the circle on the dressing mirror will be full, the moon is a white road, and then half-circle. The moon is a long way off, and then a half-circle, and gradually climbed higher and higher, and then the circle on the mirror was full.

We were all happy, and we all held our breath, fearing that it was a dusty shadow, and would blow away in one breath.

The moon is still crawling on the bamboo curtains, but the full circle is slowly losing, and at the end of the day, there is no trace of it, leaving only an empty mirror and a disappointment. --From "Traces of the Moon" by Jia Pingwa