Poetry for Mid-Autumn Festival

There are many nights when you're young and you don't know what you're going to do.

These are the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in love with a woman.

I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product, but I'm sure you'll be able to get a good deal on a new product.

It's not a good idea to be a part of a group of people who are not in the same boat, but who are in the same boat.

The company's reputation is based on the fact that the company has a strong reputation for being a firm and a good company!

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Empty long hate Zhiyuan, looking at the motherland mountains and rivers fixed, inch of the land will fight.

My generation of scholars, pen on the rivers and lakes, and more thought about the Ming Dynasty, the rule of Dao Ming.

The mountains and the forests are far away, and the larks are flying.

The name of the mountain and the water is free, and how dare you judge the disputes. Mid-autumn in the mountains is so silent

The sound of insects makes the dog that just took a nap bark wildly in the valley

The sound of the creek's rushing water is just the music of the countryside

But before the midnight comes

The heart of a city dweller's heart is as dense as ice

I remember the night of the mid-autumn festival

You lit the red lanterns on the porch

The night of the mid-autumn festival

I remembered that you lit the red lanterns on the porch. Red Lanterns

When the moon was about to come out

The whole village was filled with smoke and fireworks

The benevolent and simple villagers boiled a pot of green tea from the south of the Yangtze River

The virtuous sister-in-law brought a plate of melon seeds and moon cakes

Mid-Autumn Festival in the mountains is so quiet

The lights of the houses were shining through the room, which was full of peace and freshness

The backyard of the village was a very peaceful place, which is the best place in the world.

The sorghum in the backyard vegetable field is also sleepy or confused

Just at midnight

The moon in the sky overturned the city dweller's heart

I remember that year's Mid-Autumn Festival night

You lit up the red lantern on the porch

The moon was about to set

The whole village had already been snoring heavily and was soundly asleep

The whole village had already been snoring heavily and was soundly asleep.

I wandered under the night sky and looked up at the starry sky and the distant mountains

I didn't know where to stop my thoughts

Mid-autumn in the mountains is so quiet

I looked at your window and guessed what you looked like

Whether I was really the best of you or whether I was the one you loved and cared for

It was just as the sky was getting light.

A star of enlightenment rolled vaguely in the sky, bringing that city dweller into yet another new world

Looking up at the heavy sky and the ninth of the heavy sky, the clear toad is dim and cold and thin.

The cloudy shadow of the round rust, silk despair and sadness.

Who will accompany you to the desert mound?

This year, there is no more chatter, and the heart feels cold.

The tears are so limpid that it hurts my throat.

A whole life is cut up in two fountains.

I have always dreamed of returning to my home, but I have never looked at the head of my family.

I have fished for my father's love!

The moon is full on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival

The jade plate is full of blessings and thoughts

The moonlight is pouring down on the happy world

The quiet night

How many people are looking up

To find their warmth

How many memories are evoked by the moonlight

The moon was so full that night

The moon was so full that night

The moon was so full that the moon was so full that the moon was so full that the moon was so full that the moon was so full that the moon was so full.

We sat around a small table

Waiting for Dad to bring out his work lunch from the mine

It was five mooncakes, one for each of us

Half a mooncake was so sweet to eat

Nowadays, we can't get enough of all kinds of mooncakes with all kinds of fillings

What kind of regrets is it to be a filial son when your parents are no longer here

Sour thoughts of stories that have gone away fill my heart.

On the night of the full moon and flowers

Let's be calm

Let's put away our selfishness and greed

Let's be thankful and thoughtful

Let's treasure every moment

Let's reap the benefits of a happy home

Poem about the Mid-Autumn Festival6

The pomegranates in September are red in color

The pomegranates in front of the house are watching.

Chrysanthemums filled with autumn post-it notes

Thoughts so thick they turn yellow

Sent with September's swaying autumn wind

Mid-Autumn Festival

Gave it room to be published

The weather is getting cooler and cooler

The day is getting closer and closer

The moon in a foreign land

Is full and missing

The moon in a foreign land

Is full and missing

The moon in a foreign land

Is full and missing

Is missing

Is missing and missing

Is missing and missing

Is missing and missing

It's full again and again

I just want to

On a mid-autumn night

Ride in a boat of love

Run aground in my hometown

Carry a jug of cloudy wine

Drink with you under the moonlight

Tonight

I don't feel alone

Let the thoughts pour down

The wheel of the moon is so cold and the weather is getting cooler and cooler.

That bright moonlight

Illuminates the desolation in my heart

Dear hometown

I am your indispensable bright round

I don't know if I've walked through the doorway of Autumn

Because I have already eclipsed it

Forgotten my joys and sorrows

The spring blossoms have just slipped away.

The scenery of the "red wet place at dawn" is still there

The dry autumn sun scorches everything

Autumn has the charm of autumn

The blushing fruits must be full of

Spring dreams, summer and love, winter hardship

It is said to be the deep autumn

Perhaps it is the heart's Feelings

Because there is always the beauty of spring

Seasons of autumn

Far, far away from the autumn of life

Why be despondent over an autumn breeze

Why look forward to the mid-autumn season

Because the autumn breeze of the past, though near, has already been far away

The autumn moon of the future, though far away, is still hanging over the building

Life is full of fruit. Successful joy

Loss of chance has a loss more must be relieved

Drinking or tears please open the bright window

Fear of such a night. The moonlight is too cold, too pretentious

Hiding behind words, imagining the joys of the past

The wind blows through the treetops, in the pathways, in the ditches

Chasing after another round of consummation

The night torments dreams, borrowing a bit of starlight

Sewing up the years that have gone astray

Carved windows, can't shut out the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms

The shadows of childhood The scent of wine, rushes over

In the folds of years, nourishing pale words

And some hidden pain

Above the waters of autumn, time is stolen from memory

All the landscapes have become eternal

The night, low and low again

Stroking every flower and leaf, sad

Or drunk

Please believe that in this season of warmth

The fragrance of the cinnamon blossoms will fill your thoughts

Only, the soliloquy of the moon remains

In the watery light, rushing with nostalgia

I've been thinking

About the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival

How can I make you remember it for the rest of your life

Maybe I will cut a piece of moonlight

and weave a dress of love

and put it on you

so that you can be a bride forever

maybe I'll pick a wisp of osmanthus fragrance

and rub it on your face

so that you'll emit fragrance

and be the Fragrant Lady forever

maybe I'll send a wish

and put it on your round house.

On your round table

To make you go "wow"

So surprised you'll want to fly

Fly, fly--

I'd like to come to you as music

Fly, fly--

I would like to come to you as a fragrant dream

We eat moon cakes

We enjoy the moon

I would like to make you happy

Until the big day

Tonight

The moon, which has been the same for ages, is the same as the moon. The unchanging moon

From the walls of the Qin and Han dynasties

Through to this moment

Shattered gold and silver

Falling into my eyes

Hanging on the tip of your brow

Such an imaginative landscape

People have watched it for thousands of years

But they never get tired of it

Tidal waves of boiling heart matters.

On this night

I sang the happiest cries of my soul

and the most despondent cries

I looked down

and in the watery clarity of the lotus seeds

there was the salty taste of tears

and the full moon's radiance

touched the path behind me

in detail

every step of the way. >

Each footprint

is labeled with the years

Each touch

brings a sad sigh

Memory aches with years

On this night of the full moon

We hold each other for warmth

But our backs are so lonely

My mother prays from afar

I can hear it clearly.

I hear her so well

But I can't be in her .

Lick those wounds

Mend those cracks in my heart

I must sing in the full moon

In this full moon

With my own hands

I burn my youthful letterheads

Delete my youthful promises

To the green years

I make the most sincere

I look forward to this full moon

I'll take my long-lost hand

I'll step into a new journey in my life

I'll sing a song

A sad but resounding rose song

I'll send my barren feelings

I'll pick up the pieces of my life

Poetry about the Mid-Autumn Festival11

The City Mid-Autumn Moon

Night Rain in Bashan

Escaping from Tang poetry

Wandering until today

Seeing the small county in Bashan

As an abandoned dock

Some people have become a lone boat

Across the river of life

Elevator apartments in the city

Until they can

knock down the rain-soaked Mid-Autumn Moon

like ripe persimmons

from the sky of their hometown

across the sky

the thousands of years of dilapidated tiled houses

more fluttering than the shells of the bamboo shoots in the wind

into the background of the city

someone picks up a lonely boat

across the river of life

the elevator apartment of the city

the elevator apartment of the city

the elevator apartment of the city

the elevator apartment of the city

Some people pick up the persimmon cakes

and hold them up like lanterns

by the faint light

searching for long-lost relatives

Mid-Autumn Moon

By Yang Wen

When I was a child

the Mid-Autumn Moon was a cake made by my mother

That gentle radiance,

Faint, yet strong;

Growing up,

The Mid-Autumn Moon is the smiling face of a lover,

That shy anticipation,

Pulseful, yet deep;

After becoming a family member,

The Mid-Autumn Moon is a child's eyes,

Those clear eyes,

Flawless, yet dreamy;

In middle age,

The Mid-Autumn Moon is the complex of homesickness,

That distant nostalgia,

Ghostly, yet deep.

The square in the distance is brilliantly lit

The moon overhead is darkly eclipsed

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, some people are standing behind the glass windows of a high-rise building in a southern metropolis

Searching for the bright moon deep in the clouds in the night color of the city which never sleeps

The mooncakes on the table emit a tantalizing fragrance

The mooncakes on the table emanate a tantalizing fragrance

The mooncakes on the table emanate a tantalizing aroma.

In my heart when I look at the clouds in the north

there is also a happiness that needs no words

flickering in the depths of my heart

If the moon is the bones in my body or

then the moonlight is the blood flowing through my veins

how wonderful it would be to hear the sound of

the bones or the blood flowing through my veins

every day. When I thought of this hypothesis, someone laughed unexpectedly

In that laugh, a song came from afar

It landed right in the arms of the man who raised the wine

Once I drank the wine, the tears became clear in my eyes

As the years peeled off the thick veil

The curtains of the memories were pulled down

The doors of the dusty past were opened.

The rose that was waiting to bloom

Shy -

I can't forget the shy sunset

The chubby little girl

Not in a hurry to return home

The lover who was waiting for her date

Stayed behind on some pretext.

And in that luscious boudoir

The fairy tale of the red earth was played out

The fate of a thousand years

Was sealed at that moment

Though the time and the sun and the moon went by like a shuttle

The hustle and bustle of the world

Hasn't changed a bit of our color

We still share the same heart and soul

We still share the same heart and soul

And we still share the same heart and soul

We still share the same life

And the same heart and soul

And we still share the same love and love

Another year of mid-autumn has come and gone

What's been the same for the past thousand years

The only thing that's changed is the color of our skin

The years haven't aged

The moon's still young

And we're still in love

With each other

Brewing bowls of blessings

And pouring cups of happiness. A cup of happiness

Looking in the direction of my hometown

Singing a melodious tune alone

Beating notes

Spreading silently

-- with joy, with joy

Mid-Autumn Festival

Mid-Autumn Festival