"The Moon on the Fifteenth Night of August" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

The full moon flies into the mirror, returning to the heart to fold the sword.

Wandering around the earth is far away, climbing the osmanthus and looking up to the sky.

There is frost and snow on the waterway, and feathers can be seen on the forest habitat.

Looking at the white rabbit at this time, I want to count the hair.

Tang Liu Yuxi's "Playing with the Moon in Taoyuan on August 15th"

Seeing the moon in the dust makes me feel at ease, especially in the Qingqiu Fairy Mansion.

The condensed light and long cold dew fall, standing on the highest mountain at this time.

There are no clouds in the blue sky, and there is no wind, and there are pines growing on the mountains and water flowing down from the mountains.

Looking at the group of animals leisurely, the sky is as high as the sky and the sky is thousands of miles apart.

The young master led me to the jade altar and invited me to the real immortal official.

The clouds are about to move under the stars, and Tianle makes a sound that makes his muscles and bones feel cold.

The golden clouds and clouds gradually move eastward, and the shadows of the wheel are still seen frequently.

Beautiful scenery and good times are hard to come by again, so he should feel melancholy on this day.

"Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the Night of August 15th" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

On the night of August 15th of that year, I was at the apricot garden beside the Qujiang Pool.

On the night of August 15th this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Penpu.

Looking to the northwest, where is my hometown? To the southeast, I can see how full the moon is.

No one could catch the wind yesterday, but tonight the light is as clear as in previous years.

Tangpi Rixiu's "Guizi on the Night of August 15th in Tianzhu Temple"

The jade stone fell under the moon wheel, and a new dew was found in front of the temple.

Nothing happens in heaven so far, it should be thrown to people by Chang'e.

"Seeing the Moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival and Ziyou" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

The bright moon has not yet risen high in the mountains, and the auspicious light is thousands of feet long.

The silver cup is not empty yet, and the chaotic clouds break away like crashing waves.

Whoever washes his eyes for God should use thousands of dendrobium water from Minghe River.

So I looked coldly at the people in the world, and I couldn't bear to look at Zhanran.

The sparks in the southwest are like projectiles, and the horns and tails are bright and clear.

Tonight I can’t see anything, but the fireflies are fighting to clear the cold.

Who made a boat in Bian yesterday? Thousands of lights made fish and dragons change at night.

Chasing the waves carelessly through twists and turns, going to the festival with a low head and following the song board.

The green light disappears before turning to the mountain, and the waves and winds will not be strong again.

The bright moon is easy to be low and people are easy to disperse. When you return to drink, you will pay more attention to it.

The moonlight in front of the hall becomes clearer and clearer, and the dew grass hums in the cold throat.

No one is around when the roller blinds are pushed open. Only Old Chu is mute under the window.

Don’t be ashamed of poverty in the southern capital, and there are several people who write poems about the moon.

The personnel affairs of the Ming Dynasty follow the sunrise, and suddenly I have a dream of a Yaotai guest.

Song Mi Fu's "Climbing a Tower to Look at the Moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival"

The Huaihai Sea is as full as silver, and thousands of rainbow lights nurture the treasures of clams.

If there is no moon door in the sky, the osmanthus branches will support the westward wheel.