Ancient poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival Poets all praise the Mid-Autumn Festival in this way

What are some ancient poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival? The Mid-Autumn Festival is known as the most humane and poetic traditional festival. Next, let’s take a look at how ancient poems describe the Mid-Autumn Festival.

What are some ancient poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival?

Tang Dynasty

"Mid-Autumn Moon" The sky is clear and cloudless, the dew does not wet my clothes, and the stars shine brightly outside.
Don’t let Donglin hinder its gradually rising momentum, for the whole world is watching its lead.
I am still willing to sing the bright moon clearly, and let the darkness take the red branch.
Poor Guan Ye’s beautiful shadow, facing the cup of leftover wine from the Five Hous.

"Frosty Moon" by Li Shangyin When I first heard the migrating geese, there were no cicadas anymore, and the water reached the sky from the hundred-foot-high building.
Qingnv and Su'e are both cold-resistant, and they compete with Chang'e in the frost in the moon.

"Quiet Night Thoughts" Li Bai The moonlight shines brightly before my bed, I wonder if it is frost on the ground.
Looking up at the bright moon, I think of my hometown.

"Drinking Alone Under the Moon" by Li Bai With a pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone without a companion. I raise my glass to the bright moon, and my shadow and I become three people.
The moon does not know how to drink, and its shadow just follows me. Enjoy the moon and its shadow for a while, and enjoy the spring while it lasts.
I sing and the moon lingers; I dance and my shadow is scattered. We make love when sober and go our separate ways when drunk.
We will forever be friends and meet again in the distant Milky Way.

"The Moon on the 15th Night of August" by Du Fu The full moon is like a flying mirror, and my heart of homesickness breaks my sword. The journey is far away, the climbers are laurels and the sky is high.
The waterway looks like frost and snow, and feathers are seen in the woods. At this moment, I looked at the white rabbit and wanted to count its hairs.

"Waiting for the Moon on Mid-Autumn Festival" Lu Guimeng is getting waning and the frost is taking a long time to rise, the good wind seems to be sending good times.
The slanted curtain and the trees separate us, yet my feelings are endless; I sit here unaware of the lingering candle and fragrance.
My favorite is the sound of the sheng coming from the north, and I see the stars gradually disappearing in the south.
Who is going to test the cooling power and reduce it at the time of the first full moon and noon?

"Enjoying the Moon in Peach Blossom Land on the 15th Night of August" by Li Shangyin Seeing the moon in the mortal world makes one feel at ease, let alone in the fairyland of autumn.
The condensed light slowly fell as the cold dew fell, and at this moment I was standing on the highest mountain.
The sky is blue and cloudless and there is no wind. There are pines on the mountain and water below.
As I glance at the crowd, I see the sky is high and the earth is flat for thousands of miles.
Young Master led me to the Jade Altar, and bowed to the sky to invite the true immortal officials.
The clouds are about to fall and the stars are moving; the sound of heavenly music makes my muscles and bones chill.
The golden clouds gradually rise to the east, and my shadow seems to be getting shorter, but I still keep looking at it.
Such beautiful scenery and good times will never come back again, and I will feel sad on this day next year.

"Watching the Moon from Penting on the Night of the 15th of August" by Bai Juyi On the night of the 15th of August last year, I was beside the Qujiang Pond, beside the apricot garden.
On the night of August 15th this year, in front of the water pavilion in Shatou, Pengpu.
Where is my hometown when I look northwest? How many times have I seen the full moon in the southeast?
No one noticed the wind yesterday, but the clear light tonight is as clear as in previous years.