Moonlight leaks in the forest, as sparse as residual snow.
Independent of heaven and earth, the breeze is blowing in Lan Xue.
Li Bai's Ode to Berus
In the middle of the night, Jiang Yue found Hui, and song month, the Water Man, came back.
Ouyang Xiu's Sleeping in Yueyang
Since then, this ship has passed away, and Jiang Hai spent the rest of his life.
Su Shi's "Linjiang Fairy, drinking Dongpo at night, waking up and getting drunk"
When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn.
Li Qingzhao's Memories of Qin E Yongtong
Don't do this. It's all over and the moon has gone west.
Nalan Xingde's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Now I Know It Was Wrong"
Moonlight leaks in the forest, as sparse as residual snow.
Zhang Dai's Jinshan Night Show
Cherish the residual red tears full of skirts, never infatuated, everywhere acacia.
Kuang Zhouyi's Thought of Listening to Songs by Reducing Words
I can't spend my honeymoon with melancholy. The secluded steps are covered with moss all night.
Wu Wenying's "The wind is loose, listening to the wind and rain is clear"