a pot of wine between flowers, there is no matchmaking. The moon was invited to three people. The moon could not drink, but the shadow followed me. The moon will be accompanied by the moon. I lingered on the moon, and I was in a mess. Li Bai's "the moonlight under the moon"
the moon when there are, ask the wine to green sky. I do not know what the palace is, what year is this year... People may have sorrow or joy, be near or far apart, the moon may be dim or bright, wax or wane, This has been going on since the beginning of time. May we all be blessed with longevity. Though far apart, we are still able to share the beauty of the moon together.. Su Shi's "song of water"
the sea of the moon, the end of the world at this time. The lover resentment on the night, it is the night of the night. Zhang Jiuling "the Huaiyuan of the moon"
the light and Autumn Road is long, and the blue and the sweet are fragrant. The moon is a thousand li, and the wind is quick to light the sail. Zhang Huang, "the Mid Autumn Festival"
The white oak tree crows in the atrium, the cold dew, the silent and wet Osmanthus fragrans. This night the moonlight is looking, who does not know whom to fall? Wang Jian's "fifteen nights of the moon"
the west of the city is on the twilight of a long boat. Gradually, the long smoke floats in the grass. - Xu Wei's "fifteen nights to build a Ning"
The autumn sky is suspended for the moon, and the light is wet. Frightened magpie undecided, fly the fluorescent curtain into. Meng Haoran, "the moon has the moon in autumn"
the bright moon is easy to lose and the easy to disperse. The moon is better in front of the hall. The curtain pushes the household to be silent, the window is only old. Nandu is engaged in a few people who are not shy and poor. Su Shi's "Mid Autumn Festival and the son"
the moon out of the Tianshan Mountains, between the vast sea of clouds. The long wind is tens of thousands of miles, blowing the Yumen Pass. Li Bai "Guan Shan moon" ()
The bright moon in front of the bed is doubtful on the ground frost. Raising my head, I see the moon so bright; withdrawing my eyes, my nostalgia comes around. Li Bai's "still night"
the fifteen night of August, the Apricot Garden near the pool of Qujiang. On the fifteen night of August this year, it is in front of the water museum. Where the northwestern home is, the southeast sees a few circles. Yesterday, the wind blows no one, this night, light like the past. Bai Juyi, "fifteen days and nights in August, Ting Ting moon"
the eyes are poor, Huai Hai is full of silver, and ten thousand Avision, Yu Mushi. If there are no months of repair in the sky, the cassia twig undermines the West wheel. "The moon on the floor of the Mid Autumn Festival"
fast up the West building, afraid of the sky, clouds cover the moon. But call, jade flute, a blow... If the long circle is so night, the human feeling may not be different. Xin Qiji "Red River"
the evening cloud is overflowing, and the silver and the Han are silent to the jade plate. This night is not good for this night, where will the moon be seen next year. Su Shi "Mid Autumn Moon"
wait for a month to raise a cup, shout fragrant bottle in green net. The fall of worshixing, the floating raft about the moon. Wen Tianxiang "Hui Dong lifting the Mid Autumn Festival invitation"
The 16 and ten rounds of frost shadow turn to court. It is not necessarily no hate, the jade laurel is cold and sweet scented osmanthus. Yan Shu's "Mid Autumn Moon"
dew from the present night, the moon is the hometown Ming. Du Fu's memristor on the moon