Mid-Autumn Festival" (Tang Dynasty) Li Puhao's treasure mirror rises in the sky, and the fairy music in the clouds is silent; The autumn colors are equally full, and they are always accompanied by the bright clouds thousands of miles away; The cunning rabbit falls from the sky, and the monster toads stop moving. What happened before our eyes; Lingcha made an agreement to join hands together, and wait until the Milky Way is completely clear. "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" (Song Dynasty) Su Dongpo Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking happily until the end of the day. I am writing this article because I am drunk and pregnant with my son. When will the bright moon appear? Ask the sky for wine. I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky? I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid that it's too cold in the high places! Dance and clear the shadow, how can it be like being in the human world? Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan. Mid-Autumn Moon (Song Dynasty) Su Shi The dusk clouds are gone and overflowing with coldness, the silver man turns the jade plate silently, this night will not be good in this life, where can I see the bright moon next year. "Taichang Yin" (Song Dynasty) Xin Qiji A round of autumn shadows turns to golden waves, and the flying mirror is polished again. Ask Chang'e about the wine: What can I do if I am deceived by my gray hair? Take a good ride in the wind, the sky is thousands of miles long, and you can look straight down at the mountains and rivers. Cut off the Gui Posuo. Humanity is more clear. "Thoughts on a Mid-Autumn Journey" The solitary figure watches the wild geese, and misses the rich mink; I remember the moon in the autumn of my hometown, and the night terror in a foreign country. The hand is not climbing the osmanthus, but it is like a rolled banana; I climb the tower to compose a sad poem, looking west to the distant sea and sky.