The round moon, what poem comes to mind?

The bright moon leaves the branches startled by magpies, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night. (Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River")

In the morning, I went to sort out the wasteland and filth, and returned home with a hoe in the moonlight. (Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields")

The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come out of it; the stars are shining brightly, as if they come out of it. (Cao Cao's "Viewing the Sea")

I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon and follow you to the west of the night. (Li Bai's "I heard that Wang Changling sent it from Zuoyao")

When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. (Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou")

When I raise my head, I forget the bright moon, and when I lower my head, I miss my hometown. (Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts")

From now on, if you can take advantage of the moonlight leisurely, you can knock on the door with your stick all the time. (Lu You's "Visiting Shanxi Village")

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. (Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou: When will the bright moon come")

It is dark on the sand and the pond, and the clouds break through the moon and the flowers make their shadows. (Zhang Guang's "Sky Fairy")

Under the moon, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds form a sea tower. (Li Bai's "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate")

The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine back on me? (Wang Anshi's "Mooring at Guazhou")

Looking up at the bright moon, bowing down to think of hometown. (Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts")

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows up the stone. (Wang Wei's "Mountain Residence in Autumn")

When I was young, I didn't know the moon, so I called it a white jade plate. (Li Bai's "Gu Lang Yue Xing")

The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. (Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan")

The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. (Du Fu's "Remembering My Brother-in-law on a Moonlit Night")

Toast to the bright moon and make three faces to each other.

(Li Bai's "Drinking Alone Under the Moon")