Seeking modern poems about traditional Chinese festivals

◇Tang Dynasty ◇

When the moon of Mid-Autumn came unexpectedly,

some people panicked.

Moonlight spills like bullets.

It's the hearts that are hurt.

Mid-Autumn is wearing a dark blue cloak,

Is that my bulletproof vest.

People hide in every joyful place,

All night long the conscripts look homeward.

Mid-autumn makes you strong.

Everyone eats mooncakes,

which grow like landmines.

We were backstabbed by the moon.

Singing about the cold and the heat,

all over the body.