Full Moon: The moon is bright and the birds are not sure where to stay, and the night is still young, and the golden ox is being led by the appendices. The moon is bright and the birds are not sure where to stay, but the night is still young, and the golden ox is being led to the appendage by the night watch.
Spring River tide even the sea level, the sea bright moon *** tide. (Zhang Ruoxu "Spring River and Moonlit Night")
Raise a cup to invite the moon, the shadow into three people. Li Bai
He would draw his bow like the full moon and look northwest to shoot the wolf. Su Shi
The moon hangs in the middle of the sky, which makes the night lonely (the second of the Five Songs of "After the Exit from the Blockade")
The moon is full in the fall of the sky, and the night is heavy in the city. The moon in the middle of the sky is full again, and the night in the city is heavy. Li Yu's "Birds Crying at Night"
The moon is slanting, and the bells are ringing at five o'clock upstairs. (Li Shangyin's "Untitled")
The moon hangs bright in the autumn sky, and the luster of the dew is wet. --Meng Haoran
The sky is open and the trees are low, the river is clear and the moon is near.
The moon at dawn passes over the remaining barricades, and the stars stay at the old gate. Sikong Shu "Returning to the North after the Thief's Peace"
The mountains spit out the moon on the fourth night, and the water at the end of the night is brightly lit. Du Fu's poem
The first half of the moon: the bright moon startles the magpies on other branches, and the clear wind chirps the cicadas in the middle of the night. Xin Qiji's "Moon on the Western River (Night Walking on the Yellow Sand Road)
The water is still and the building is cloudy, the mountain is dim and the moon is slanting. The night came to the end of the returning birds, cawing and killing the crows. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. (Xin Qiji, "He Xin Lang")
The moon: deeper in the moon half of the house, the appendices of the Big Dipper, the Big Dipper slanting south. Liu Fangping's "Moonlit Night"
A thousand waves at the head of the Red Cliff Rocky, and the moon at the third hour on the strings of Tong Dioguo. Xin Qiyu: "Man Jiang Hong".
Hu Die Dreams of Home for Ten Thousand Miles, Cuckoo Techniques on the Moon for Three Shifts Tang Cui Tu: "Spring Evening"
The water and the moon pass through the Zen silence, and the fish and the dragon listen to the sound of the Brahma. Qian Qi, "Sending a Monk Back to Japan"
The Moon; Qian Qi, "One Hundred Untitled Poems on the Journey of the River" (a poem by a doctor under the age of Children under the age of 2)
The fire and the soldiers have left their embers, and there are only a few homes in the poor villages. There is no one to compete with for the dawn crossing, and the moon is still on the cold sand.
Quan Deyi Dawn
The wind shakes the five taels at dawn, and the moon reflects on the stone wall. The moonlight is a little light, and the sails are in the sky.
Li Hui (李回) Farewell to Zhu Dashan (朱大山路) on Tianchang Road (天长路)
It is difficult to accompany the stagecoach, and I am half remembering you in the mountains. The moon is gone, and I can still count the clouds on the stream.
Sikongtu Nine Songs of Imminent Events
Travel thoughts are again alarmed by the summer, the small pine in front of the court. The distant peaks are full of noble spirit, and the waning moon is restrained.
Chinese children under 2 years of age: Children under 2 years of age: Jiang Xing, 100 Songs
There are remnants of soldiers' fire, and there are only a few houses in the poor villages. There is no one to compete for the dawn crossing, and the moon is still on the cold sand.
Han Irrigation
After the door has been closed to the fallen flowers, the window contains the moon and the wine is waking up. （
Wang Changling (王昌龄)
青楼怨香帏风动花入楼，高调鳴筝缓夜愁。 I can't tell you how I feel about the mountains, but the moon is still on the curtain hooks.
Wu Yuanheng, the Spring Dawn, heard the warbler
The few orchid platforms were startled by the dawn dream, and the moon in the green forest was thinking of the lonely warbler. I'm not sure if it's a thousand years of hate, but it's a thousand chirps of a bird of prey.