Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon is born on the sea.
I travel thousands of miles with the waves, and there is no moon by the river.
The river turns around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines like a graupel.
Frost flows in the air, but it can't be seen on the white sand.
There is no dust in the sky, and there is a solitary moon wheel in the sky.
Whoever sees the moon for the first time by the river shines on the people at the beginning of the river.
Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but the Yangtze River sends water.
White clouds have gone, and the green wind is overwhelming.
Whose boat is it tonight, and why did it miss the beginning of Mingyue Building?
Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.
The jade curtain won't roll up, so brush it back on the anvil.
At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.
The swan goose flies for a long time, and the fish Long Qian jumps into the water.
Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and spring had not come back.
In spring, the river flows away, and it falls on the moon and leans to the west.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.
I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.