"When the hour does not know the moon, it is called a white jade plate." He also suspected that the Yaotai mirror flew in the blue clouds. ”
An apricot-yellow full moon crept out of the gaps in the leaves and climbed up the treetops. The night is like a silver moon, like a light veil sprinkled on the earth, like water empty, clear and pure.
Is it a jade plate? The jade disk was not as gentle as her plain and delicate, and the fairy mirror of the Yaotai was even less crystalline and ethereal than her.
The moon is full in the sky, the moon on earth is half, who twists the moonlight into poetry, drunk and flowing years.
"August 15th Night Taoyuan Playing Moon"
Tang-Liu Yuxi
In the dust, the moon is also idle, and the situation is between the Qingqiu Immortal House.
The condensed light is slow and cold, and it stands on the highest mountain at this time.
The neon of the city dilutes the moonlight, and in the hustle and bustle of the traffic, the charm of the moonlight is lost.
Come to the village, the mountains, the forest, it is easier to touch the soul of the moon. Wash away the lead and explore the true nature of life.
This moon is like light veil, like mist, mist, and this moonlight is like clean water, like alcohol, which can be drunk.
"August 15th Night Playing The Moon"
Don-Perch White
Ordinary three or five nights, not no Chan Juan.
And when the Mid-Autumn Festival is full, it is better than the night round.
The clear light condenses dew, and it is cool and smokeless.
Since the ancients all looked forward to, years and years.
The moonlight pours like water, the clear air soaks into the heart, fading the dry heat of the day, and when the hustle and bustle disappears into silence, the tired heart gradually becomes quiet at this moment, forgetting about the red dust.
Looking out, the distant mountains, trees, and villages are hazy. A cool breeze blows, the shadows of the trees sway, swaying the hearts of the autumn.
Looking down and listening, the autumn insect whispered in the grass next to his feet, telling the short love of the day when the clouds and the sun were full of smoke and fire in the world.
《15 nights Mochizuki Yorochu》
Tang-Wang Jian
Atrium white arboreal crow, cold dew silent wet osmanthus flowers.
Tonight the moon is full of hope, and I don't know whose house autumn will fall.
Who in this moonlight will flick the thoughts and knead them into a line of psalms with deep feelings. Flowing into the tip of the human heart, through time and shadow, drunk for a thousand years.
The night dew is silent, the wet osmanthus flowers, the crystal petals, the refreshing aroma is soaked with the moonlight, more quiet and far away.
The moon is far away, and the thoughts are long. Holding a few strands of the fragrance of the heart that fell, picking up the nostalgic sorrows, bathing in the moonlight, wandering and wandering.
《Mid-Autumn Moon • Mid-Autumn Moon》
Ming-Xu Youzhen
Mid-Autumn Moon. The month to the Mid-Autumn Festival is more clean.
Partial and pure, know how much he is, yin and sunny.
The clouds and clouds are all said, and the good times on earth are happy.
Good season, may it be every year, common Mid-Autumn Moon.
The moon rises, gently and serenely looking down on the earth. Hao lute is smokeless, the moon is like autumn water, and the thoughts are long with the years.
The moonlight is like poetry, like a trickle of water flowing through the heart bank, like a long time, wanting to sing, long and short.
With a wisp of autumn breeze, the dust of ordinary hearts and the past are like smoke.
Lay out a plain paper, send a book to say goodbye to the feelings, ordinary fireworks flow for years.
A period of autumn moon is quiet, talking for a long time, Shenzhou and Chanjuan.
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