1. I walked along the tree-lined avenue of the park. The breeze blew through the windows of every house, bringing with it the fragrance of moon cakes and fruits. The moonlit night in my hometown is so fascinating.
2. The moon shines on the water, on the boat, and on me. It was dark and transparent. A few inconspicuous stars blinked hard, hoping to be as beautiful as the moon. But at this moment, Uncle Wu Yun was jealous and covered the stars and the moon...
3. On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, we toasted to the reunion, and the leaves were already flying, and the friendship continued. Homesick people are hurried in the distance, drinking wine and asking Lone Moon, what year is it today? The tenderness of the light is spreading, the tears have become wet in a foreign land, and the speckled silver light leaking in from the pillow quietly accompanies the traces of loneliness.
4. The moonlight is like water, and the heart is as calm as a tree. In this family-happy day, Fang Wei felt that a happy life is the eternal green tree in the mortal world of life. As the Mid-Autumn Festival approaches, we think about the eternity, and ordinary people have a normal mind. That’s enough, what a joy!
5. Farewell to the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, your tender love and hatred that have been legendary for ages. I will no longer accompany you in sadness and weeping.
6. The night is deep and the love is getting stronger. The Mid-Autumn Festival is still wandering in the sky, walking through the coldness of fate, crossing the river of lovesickness in dreams, only the thin figure lingering in the moonlit night, stranded on the lonely bank in the wind of lovesickness.
7. A sheet of moonlight, countless graceful figures, filled with endless joys and sorrows. When chanting antiphonal songs, life is full of emotions, which has existed since ancient times. Literati and poets in ancient China wrote about the Mid-Autumn Festival in such a melodious and melodious way, as if they were complaining and weeping, which naturally confirmed their sentimental feelings of homesickness and missing people.
8. Time is like water, as if in the blink of an eye, spring goes and autumn comes again, and the year just drifts away. In the streets, alleys, shops and shopping malls, there are colorful flowers and mooncakes, filled with a strong Mid-Autumn Festival flavor.
9. The Mid-Autumn Festival is here again, and we see the bright moon again. Let us sit under a round moon, savor the mystery of life, and feel the true meaning of life. The moonlight is like flowing water, gurgling continuously...
10. The beautiful moonlight comes from the distant sky to the world, spreading her ancient legend. That is not only a touching story told by Old Man Yuexia, but also a beautiful poem written by Chang'e as she flew to the moon and crossed space.
11. Mid-Autumn Festival is a day that makes people homesick. Looking at the bright moon, I couldn't help but sigh. I am reminded of Su Shi's famous poem "Shui Tiao Song Tou". When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine.
12. The Mid-Autumn Festival is a beautifully imagined myth, passed down from generation to generation for a thousand and ten thousand years. The Mid-Autumn Festival is a period of continuous nostalgia, with deep affection and longing from generation to generation; a nation enjoys the moon here. In the process of appreciating the moon, the experience also exhibits a unique charm.
Beautiful paragraphs describing the Mid-Autumn Festival:
1. Accompanied by the bright moon and clear breeze, following the long rhythm of ancient rhymes, the writing, singing and dancing along the way have already hung in the sky. Standing outside the world of mortals, you can see thousands of mountains and rivers waiting for you as if you are lost in dust; you can see five thousand years of time passing by gently on your hair, your heart strings are ringing, and there are thousands of knots in your heart leaning against the railing; perhaps, as the boat passes by, the water leaves no trace , but as long as the boat passes by, there will always be music that echoes in my heart. "The flying flowers have been driven away by the east wind, but the osmanthus can still retain the late fragrance." This sentence is like a distant song blowing the fine flowers, blooming and falling in my heart, lingering in my heart. The plots that are difficult to let go are all prisons that are reluctant to escape in the world of mortals. There is a time to be addicted and a time to be lonely. There is no need to break out of the cocoon of emotions, just a faint smile.
2. On a lonely night, a full moon hung in the sky. I strolled by the quiet park lake. The lake reflected the bright moon, and with the twinkling light and shadow, the willow branches on the lakeside jumped happily. Although it is the season of late autumn, the cool breeze blows from far away from time to time, but the crystal clear moonlight still creates a warm ripple in my heart...
3. Sometimes there is "solitude" Raise your glass to welcome the bright moon." When you are melancholy, you may "raise your arms to greet the bright moon." When you are longing, you may "raise your head to look at the bright moon." Unknowingly, the moon carries too much reputation, implicit, soft and flowing freely. Li Bai called the moon a "white jade plate", and Su Shi compared the moon to a "Chan Juan". The moonlight seemed to freeze all the emotions in people's hearts.
4. One day during the Mid-Autumn Festival, I woke up in the morning and felt a bit cool. Standing on the terrace of my house, I saw the whole city shrouded in white mist, and a thin layer of mist on the Gongshui River. White mist, a few egrets glide gently over the white mist on the water surface, sometimes stopping on the shore, waiting for small fish to swim to the surface. The various leaves nearby are golden. The pagoda in the distance has become blurry, and only a few traces can be seen.
5. It is night, the moonlight is as cool as water, I sit alone in front of the window, the dark blue sky is divided into several pieces by the window lattice, and the stars are scattered around the bright first quarter moon. It is beautiful, so beautiful. It makes people unable to breathe. Around the moon, strands of clouds float gently, like Chang'e's flowing hair and dancing ribbons.
6. The moon is so round during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Staring at the sky, I can seem to feel that others are happily gathering together to enjoy the atmosphere of the festival, but I can only treat it as a holiday and be bored. of sending. In the quiet night, looking at the bright moonlight, the stars seemed to be blinking at me, as if mocking my loneliness, and I suddenly felt the urge to cry.
7. Look at the bright moon in the sky, and the bright moon is as bright as the sun. I think of Fairy Guanghan in the middle of the moon, and Wu Gang who has been watching for thousands of years. I don’t know when an infatuated man will be able to touch the beautiful Chang’e, win the title of the toad palace, and finally get married.
Turn around and find a quiet corner, surrounded by poems and books, pick the moonlight from the strings, pull out the fragrance of the flowing water, and bloom the tenderness into the flowers of ancient legends.
8. Suddenly looking back, it’s the Mid-Autumn Festival again. Pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus bloom silently, leaving a trace of fragrance. On the desk calendar, there are a few thin pages left that symbolize the years. At this time, those poems and sentences about the bright moon and lovesickness are stacked one after another, carrying the ravings of the world of mortals and the silence of the night, coming quietly.
9. The moon hangs motionless in the sky, rounder and softer than any gold coin in the world. However, I don’t know when she put on a new orange coat, maybe it was specially prepared for me. In the middle of the moon, Chang'e was making sweet and delicious mooncakes alone, but she could only share this delicious food with me.
10. "When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine... People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is difficult to do in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and live thousands of miles." I don't know. I feel that I have been intoxicated in the gentle night, my consciousness gradually blurred, and my whole body and mind are constantly dispersing, as if melting into the vast moonlit night...
11. Silver is bright, like a bundle of optical fibers woven together. The long ribbon formed by it was a series of notes embedded in the sky of the universe. Accompanied by the roar of rivers, lakes and seas, an immortal song was sung that combined ancient times and reality, from apes to humans. . It is a great ode written by people of different skin colors, different countries and different ethnic groups with their lives. It echoes in the vast night sky for a long time.
12. On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, our family walked around the Normal University campus and admired the moon. The jade plate-like moon hangs high in the sky, so round! It's a pity that it's a cloudy day. The moon is like a naughty and shy little girl. It hides in the clouds and plays hide-and-seek with us, and then shows its face to greet us. After a while, it walks in the thin clouds again, like A girl wearing a veil is singing and dancing. A breeze blew, making it somewhat cool. The wind blew through the woods, making a roaring sound, like flowing water, like a waterfall, like the sound of waves, and like extremely beautiful music, which made me intoxicated in the hazy and colorful moonlight.
13. Time flies, "This song should not exist, it is already in heaven and on earth." The moonlight is pale, the heart is already singing, and the Chinese Mid-Autumn Festival has given the Chinese literati the most colorful imagination. In the world of mortals, those wisps of moonlight are full of love and affection. Who is whose lover? Looking at the moonlight, I have deep thoughts. On the night of the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, my heart is far away from the surface, which is a different style.
14. The moonlight is like water - she makes me understand life and feel happy. Whenever night falls, I will see with my own eyes whether there is a moon hanging in the sky and whether I can see the water-like moonlight. Like a bright mirror, she allows me to experience various images of life, some beautiful, some sour and bitter, but most of all, it makes me feel the joy of life. Because the watery moonlight flows like a trickling stream in my beating heart, my worries seem to disappear in an instant, and my heart suddenly becomes clear and bright.
15. Moon, do you know that for thousands of years, literati and poets have been deeply attached to you, have placed their countless thoughts on you, and have been obsessed with you? You can't help but evoke people's infinite reveries... ...Throughout the ages, you have always been the masterpiece that countless literati have often chanted, the heartbroken sustenance of wanderers in the world, and the close friend of the thoughts and emotions of those who have returned home.
16. The moonlight is still like water, the ground is covered with a layer of silver gauze, and the window lattice is plated with a layer of platinum. Magic and beauty coexist in the mind. Through the deep night sky, it seems like seeing the cold air of Guanghan Palace, Chang'e's ice and jade, the scars of the laurel tree, Su Dongpo's affectionate gaze, and King You of Zhou in the quiet moonlight. Next, I beat out the saddest melody and the most desperate elegy with tears...
17. In the picturesque moonlight, I saw the mountains and rivers, the sea, and Chang'e's graceful body. posture, and even saw the kind smiling face of the old man Yuexia. The mountains and rivers are winding and rolling, the sea is turbulent, Chang'e is beautiful and moving, and the old man under the moon is kind and loyal. I was rippling in the beautiful picture of moonlight and enjoying it.
18. The bright moonlight decorated the beauty of the earth with white gauze. The lights beside the road illuminated the earth. The lights and the moonlight blended into one, making it look extraordinarily beautiful. My heart is filled with the melancholy of loneliness and the joy of feeling the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival at the same time. These two emotions are mixed together, making my heart like a river where two waters, one clear and one turbid, meet. Both waters are turbulent, trying to smooth it out and make it smooth. They merge into one place and then disappear into each other to restore their inner peace.
19. Accompanied by the bright moon and gentle breeze, following the leisurely rhythm of ancient rhymes, the songs, ink and dance along the way have already hung in the sky. Standing outside the world of mortals, you can see thousands of mountains and rivers waiting for you as if you are lost in dust; you can see five thousand years of time passing by gently on your hair, your heart strings are ringing, and there are thousands of knots in your heart leaning against the railing; perhaps, as the boat passes by, the water leaves no trace , but as long as the boat passes by, there will always be music that echoes in my heart. "The flying flowers have been driven away by the east wind, but the osmanthus can still retain its evening fragrance." This sentence seems to be a distant song blowing the fine flowers, blooming and falling in my heart, lingering in my heart. The plots that are difficult to let go are all prisons that are reluctant to escape in the world of mortals. There is a time to be addicted and a time to be lonely. There is no need to break out of the cocoon of emotions, just a faint smile.
20. On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, our family walked around the Normal University campus and admired the moon.
The jade-like moon hangs high in the sky, so round! It’s a pity that it’s a cloudy day. The moon is like a naughty and shy little girl. She hides in the clouds and plays hide and seek with us, and then reveals her face to say hello to us. After a while, it walked among the thin clouds again, like a girl wearing a veil singing and dancing. A breeze blew, making it somewhat cool. The wind blew through the woods, making a roaring sound, like flowing water, like a waterfall, like the sound of waves, and like extremely beautiful music, which made me intoxicated in the hazy and colorful moonlight.
An ancient poem describing the moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival:
"Staying on the Jiande River" Tang Meng Haoran
Moving the boat to Yanzhu, the guests are worried about the new arrival at dusk.
The sky is wide and the trees are low, the river is clear and the moon is close to people.
"Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan" by Zhang Jiuling of the Tang Dynasty
The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.
Lover complains about the distant night, but falls in love at night.
When the candle is extinguished, it is filled with pity and light, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.
I can’t bear to give it away, but I still have a good night’s sleep.
"Happy Meeting" Tang Li Yu
Speechlessly, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked the autumn in the deep courtyard.
Continuous cutting and confusion are the symptoms of divorce, and there is no ordinary feeling in the heart.
"Moon" Tang Xue Tao
Po Yi is as small as a hook and drives away the Han army.
The fine shadow will be round, how many places can we see it in the world?
"Moonlight Night Remembering My Brother" by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty
The drums cut off the pedestrians, and the sound of wild geese is heard in the autumn. .
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.
The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops did not stop.
"Mid-Autumn Moon" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with the cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently.
This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
"Shui Tiao Ge Tou" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places. Dance to clear the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world!
Turn around the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the door, and the light will make you sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of being reunited when we say 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.
"Quiet Night Thoughts" by Tang Li Bai
The moonlight shines brightly in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown.
"Resentment on the Jade Steps" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
White dew grows on the jade steps, which invades the stockings for a long time at night.
But under the crystal curtain, look at the autumn moon exquisitely.
"The Thirteenth Song of Qiupu" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The water in Lu is clear and the moon is clear, and the moon is clear and the egrets are flying.
The man listened to the girl picking water chestnuts and returned home singing a night song.
"Drinking Alone Under the Moon" by Tang Li Bai
A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.
Toast a glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people.
The moon does not know how to drink, but its shadow follows me.
While the moon is about to be shadowed, we must have fun until spring.
My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered.
They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk.
We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan.
"Moon over Guanshan" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds.
The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass.
The Han Dynasty descended to the Baideng Road, and the Hu took a peek at the Qinghai Bay.
The land was conquered, but no one returned.
The garrison guests looked at the side with a sad look on their faces as they thought about returning home.
The tall building is like this night, and I have no time to sigh.