What poems come to mind when I see the bright moon?

When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine

When I was young and didn’t know the moon, I called it a white jade plate.

The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty was at the Pass of the Han Dynasty, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned. ——Wang Changling's "Out of the Fortress"

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

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

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown. ——Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts"

The good water and good mountains are not enough, and the horse's hooves urge us to return home under the bright moon. ——Yue Fei's "Poem of Dengchizhou Cuiwei Pavilion"

Send you off to your old mansion, the bright moon is full of Qianchuan. ——Yang Jiong's "Send Off to Zhao Zong at Night"

People in the deep forest don't know, but the bright moon comes to shine. ——Wang Wei's "Zhuli Pavilion"

Who can't see the sorrow alone, and even teach the bright moon to shine yellow? ——Shen Quanqi's "Ancient Meaning"

The clear breeze and the bright moon are unattended, and it feels cold when coming from the south. ——Huang Tingjian's "Ezhou Nanlou Calligraphy"

Look up at the bright moon and express your feelings for the celestial light. ——"Midnight Autumn Song"

This life and this night will not last well. Where can I see the bright moon next year? ——Su Shi's "Mid-Autumn Moon"

The bright moon rises above the cloud cliff, and the clear light flows. ——Zuo Si's "Miscellaneous Poems"

The green mountains are together with the clouds and rain, and the bright moon has never been the two towns. ——Wang Changling's "Sending Firewood to the Emperor"

On three or five nights of bright moon and spring breeze, thousands of people are enjoying themselves but only one is worried.

——Bai Juyi "The Fifteenth Day of the First Month in Chang'an"