Lead: The moon has now filled the sea and lit up the whole sky. People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. 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. The following is a poem I compiled for you about missing your lover in the Mid-Autumn Festival. I hope it helps you!

Poetry 1. I miss my lover in the Mid-Autumn Festival. I only drink this midnight snack, the wind is urgent and the night is late, the moon is thin and the cliff angle is wide, and I can only remember every word; It's hard to connect the plastic column with the drum. You can say that the cup is empty. Sadness is sadness, a little sad and poetic.

2. The moon, now hanging all over the sea, illuminates the whole sky. People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. 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.

Hating my husband is not the moon, north and south, east and west, north and south, but each other. Hating you is like a month on the river. If you are full, you will lose money, and if you are full, you will lose money. When will you be together?

4. The fragrance of red lotus root can last. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

Your reunion was short-lived, but now you are separated. Looking forward to the return period every night, I miss you again. I don't hate lovesickness, I just hate meeting each other. I worry about it every day. I hope you can go back to your hometown.

You said you would come, but you didn't come. You left me no trace except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock. The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter. The layering of residual jade is hazy; Musk smoked through the tulle, soft. But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.

7. How beautiful she is, how quietly she leans against the pearly sash, and how annoyed her forehead is! . I only saw her tears wet her cheeks, and I don't know if she hates herself or herself.

8. Fog and rain are blowing from the east, and the wheels make a faint thunder at the Lotus Pond. There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water. Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem. Does the human heart have to bloom in spring like all other flowers? Even if this bright flame of love, should it only be ashes? .

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

10. The grass in your north is as blue as jade, and the mulberries here are bent into green branches. When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago. Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ?

1 1. Silver candle Qiu Guang painted a cold screen with a small fan flapping on the firefly. Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.

12. Life and death are broad, and children become yue. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. -Anonymous "The Book of Songs, High Wind and Drumming"

13. If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, it will be sooner or later. -Qin Guan's "Queqiao Fairy"

14. When did Acacia meet? At this point, the night is awkward. -Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"

15. If there is a beauty, I will never forget it. If I don't see it for a day, I will think crazily. -Anonymous "Feng Qiu Qin Huang Ge"

16. This time I left you, it was the wind, the rain and the night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends. -Zheng Chouyu's Farewell

17. When I entered my lovesick door, I knew that I was lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time. -Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"

18. once the sea was difficult for water, it was amber forever. -Yuan Zhen's "Thinking from Four Poems"

19. If the dust on the road is raised and the cement is muddy, when will the tryst be harmonious? -Cao Zhi's "Tall Buildings and Bright Moon"

20. Sorrow and parting should be the same, and at most, it is impossible to clear up grievances. -"The Mermaid" by Nalan Xingde

2 1. Tears return to the pearl, and when you don't meet before marriage, you hate it. -Zhang Ji's Yin Jiefu

22. How can you meet me? At my best moment, I prayed for this in front of the Buddha for 500 years, begging him to let us have a dusty relationship. -Xi Murong's A Flowering Tree

23. How can we live together and not die? -Chen Hengke's "Portrait of Chunqi"

24. Acacia says it's acacia, and Shiro hates Mandy. -Liang Qichao's Zhi Zhu Ci in Taiwan Province Province

25. Since the princess came out, the mirror has dimmed. Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time? -Xu Gan's Thinking in the Room

26. Be there or be square, how can you be ruthless? -Sima Guang's "Xijiang Moon"

27, the thought is heavy, the swallow is light. -Weng Longyuan's "Drunk Peach Orchard Willow"

28, who wants to say acacia, shallow lovers don't know. -Yan's Sauvignon Blanc.

29, what is not acacia, bamboo on the river. -Wu Jun's "Deng Feier Temple"

30, ask Rong Yuan Dou Qi, his triumph was carved on the rocks of Yanran Mountain! . -Huang Furan's Spring Thoughts

3 1, don't go upstairs tomorrow, it's raining upstairs. -You Jigong's Buji, Wind and Rain Send People.

32. The grass is green and yellow, and the peach blossoms are fragrant. -Jia Zhi's "Two Poems on Spring Thoughts"

33, send the word acacia, worry about people to solve problems. -Qian Qi's "Send Xiahou to Write Books East"

34. The fragrance extinguishes the embroidered curtain, making people lonely, leaning against the threshold and speechless, and worrying. -Gu Xun's "Yulouchun Liu Ying Louyuchun Night"

35. How do you meet me? At my best moment, I prayed for this in front of the Buddha for 500 years, begging him to let us have a dusty relationship. -Xi Murong's A Flowering Tree

36. The frost on the moon is falling. -Cheng Gai's "Cold Acacia Moon Hanging Frost Cold Forest"

37. It seems that this star was not exposed for whom last night. -Huang Jingren's Two Poems of Love

38, why comfort acacia, cut the book and send it to the right. -Li Yi's "Send Master Book of Zhuji King"

39. The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. -Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman's Pride Qiu Si"

40, spring sorrow meditation knot eyebrow, green qi lazy tune HongLing recommended. -Gu Zhen's "Jade Pagoda Spring, Surfing Water and Flying Swallows"

4 1, one inch of red heart for the country, two lines of tears for homesickness. -Yu Qian's beginning of spring Day

42 years old, single as a flower, coming out of the clouds! Above, I see the blue and deep sky, below, I see the green and restless water. -Li Bai's "A Song of Sauvignon Blanc"

43. Oh, let me drop my official seal and be a lonely fisherman in a boat. -Jie Yuan's "Thieves Return to Officials"

44, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud to protect flowers. -Gong Zizhen's Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems

45. I miss you every day and drink the Yangtze River water. -Li Chi Ngai's operator, I live at the head of the Yangtze River.

46, the next year last night, the green lights were there, and the makeup building was drunk. -Wu Wenying's "Four Jia Ke Gui Mao Except Night"

47. Wu Caolan is sentimental and homesick. -Song Wenzhi "Cold Food Jiangzhou Mantang Yi"

48, plum blossom snow, pear blossom month, total acacia. -Zhang Huiyan's "Seeing Huan, Falling Flowers Every Year"

49. When will you go to Jiangcun to hide? -Zheng Xie's "Man Jiang Hong Xiang Jia"

50. I thought about returning the wine several times and piled it on the cloud to wish Princess Ming. -Mu Tu's Mulan Temple

5 1, the human mirror is still closed, and the sea is immortal. -Wu Wenying's Mid-Autumn Festival for Four Guests

52. Think of dragons, hate dragons, and don't stop until the time comes. -Bai Juyi's "Looks Speculative Liu Shui"

53. It was Zhou Qing Sikong who laughed, not a Taoist. -Wang Zhenbai's "Two White Deer Cave Poems, the First Part"

54. I miss my heart, think about it, give it to you and steal the cloud. -Wu Wenying's "Romantic Boy Yellow Peony"

55, send acacia, cold rain lamp window, Furong old courtyard. -Wu Wenying's "Night Banquet Du Qingqiu Feeling"

56, returning to the wild goose, tired of homesickness. -Zhang Kejiu's "Nine-Day Laurel Award"

57, acacia blood, all green branches. -Jiang Kui's Xiao Zhongshan, Ling Fu Tanzhou Hongmei'

58. The lights on the banana window outside the window. -Si Wan Yong's "Long Acacia Rain"

59. Affection is just a spring festival, and it is still one thing to leave people to take pictures. -Zhang Mi "The Sender"

60. When the beauty comes, she has infinite reverie. -Yan Shu's "Confessions, Jin Furong's Letters are Like"

6 1, leaning against the fence to dry the parrot, thinking about what not to look back. -Bai Juyi's "Spring Poetry"

62. I couldn't write about lovesickness, but I flew away in the cold wave. -Zhu Yizun's "Changting complains about slow geese"

63. Along an island covered with duckweeds, there will be peace of communication. -Liu Changqing's "Watching the King Go South"

64. No matter how tired the situation is, nervous thinking is also healthy. -Du Fu's Summer Night Sigh

65, bear more thoughts, green trees and moss half sunset. -Feng Yansi's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Losing in the Spring before Flowers"

66, the day is not old, love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. -Zhang Xian's Millennium.

67. I hate to be alone in the empty curtain, tears set my face on Zhu Lianguang, and the fickle teenager regretted it. -Gu Zhen's "Scenery Scenery of Lotus in Huanxisha"

68. You should be generous and consider me. -Sun Guangxian's "Health faults, window rain resistance"

69, the beast furnace sinks hookah, the green marsh residual flower piece, writes the lovesickness biography line by line. -Zhang Kejiu's Sai Qiu Hong

70, acacia does not look at each other, who is spring. -Na Lanxingde's "Flower Tang Chun, Two Generations"

7 1, Qingxi went to the Three Gorges in the evening, but Sijun did not see Yuzhou. -Li Bai's "Emei Mountain Moon Song"

72. Since no one can bear the burden of my song for you, let it blow to Yanran with the spring breeze, and let me miss you outside the distant blue sky. -Li Bai's Three Sauvignon Blancs II

73. What will you see? Worry and be sad alone. -Ruan Ji's "Poems Eighty-two, Part One"

74. If you want to go, there is no plan. -Cheng Gai's "Cold Acacia Moon Hanging Frost Cold Forest"

75. Where is the saddle thrown? -He Zhu's "Qin Diao Xiang Si Yin, Send Fan Dianjian to Huanggang"

76. Bianshui River, Surabaya River, flows to Guazhou Gudutou. -Bai Juyi's "Looks Speculative Liu Shui"

77. Does the human heart have to bloom in spring like all other flowers? Even if this bright flame of love, should it only be ashes? . -Li Shangyin's Untitled Six Songs and Six Songs

78, near the cold eater, acacia does not forget the apple algae fragrance. -Shi Dazu's Random Thoughts on Spring Clothes in Shoulou Spring.

79. If you don't pluck the strings, you can complain about the strings. The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. The night has passed and the east window is not white. -Zhang Xian's Millennium.

80. The high light flashes; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon. -Li Bai's "A Song of Sauvignon Blanc"

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