The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake. (Yan Shu)
Above the cloud steps, the moon hall opens, and the palace burns incense in the quiet night.
Listening to songs is like jade, and riding the moon on six streets is like frost.
I only feel that the moon is bright and frosty, and I am soaked in Wanjiayuan tiles.
The mid-month mist is long and white, and the fishing lights outside the bridge are a little blue.
At the end of the month, crows regard it as a leaf, pushing the window between branches.
Try to see the bright moon in Gao Feng, and occasionally open your eyes to see the world of mortals.
The spare bright moon is even listed with money, not red flowers.
Look at the stream at the end of the month, afraid that Ling Bo will leave.
Tian Yue's double cultivation, human solution and spring outing.
Show off a thousand strands of goose yellow, and make it foggy in the middle of the month.
The beach was dark and the moon hissed.
The west guest falls on the moon and shakes flowers. It's time for the world to wake up after drinking.
Who believes in Beijing dust, comes to the moon alone.
Removing China lanterns to attract the moon is even more attractive.
Outside the building, the autumn rope is still hanging, and the first frost month is high and slow.
The trees are dominant, and the moonlight is self-evident. (All the above are Wang Guowei's)
The window is brighter, and it snows every day.
On bloom Day in February, in Geling, tourists talked about immortals.
Rice baskets greet the waning moon, and the breeze sings late autumn. (Yuan Mei)
The clouds in the ancient temple lean on cranes, and the empty pool shines on dragons.
The fragrance disappears with the clouds, and people return to the moon.
The land is barren and the moonlight is faint.
Jianghan night is blustery, and Yancheng has a high shadow.
Night worries the soul, the moon is low, and the city is dark.
Hanging on a leaf boat, the cool moon fills the lake and Qiu Meng Circle.
Destroy ancient and modern times, only the years, faint wax wine to welcome the new year. (Tan Sitong)
The cool breeze and the bright moon spoke softly, and the willow branches danced with the delicate flowers. (The author is unknown)
There is no love in the month, and where to send acacia in my hometown.
The moon is on the floor, remembering that happy time in the dark, just like dreaming.
Spring flowers, spring moon, annual guests, cherish spring and fear spring farewell.
Pink fragrance wins the moon.
The north wind blows away the night snow, and the soul still loves the peach blossom moon.
Disappeared with the east wind of March warbler.
Why do you leave for a year so lightly?
Konoha has returned, and the waning moon is windy.
When * * * Pan Quanxi burst its banks and hung Yang Zhou.
Sweep the window and take a farewell photo for now.
I wish I could be in the sky and on the moon, and I have to go to Yuen Long every year.
In autumn, buns throw grass. The wet moon is cold and silent.
Round and round, I looked at Shu Yue, and I saw ice silkworm silk. If you want to be hot, you will be cut into vermicelli.
At the beginning of the stream wind, the rain is suspicious, and the autumn moon is full of strings like a bow.
Empty mountains are quiet, and water and moon are dark.
On Lianhua Lake, the moon can hang as long as you like.
After the recovery of the Qing Dynasty, I took photos of Xishan Ridge.
Compassion, high-rise buildings like snow. Twenty-eight is Chanjuan, and the moon is bright and emerald. From the tapestry of labor, a small string of bamboo sticks was born. Zhu Xian's hands are like clouds. It fell to the sky with a bang, and everyone who heard it shed tears. Especially in the year of lang, hope lang goes out of the building The blue sky is like sea water, and the blue moon is like pearls. No full moon, no Chang 'an visitors. The ancient road is white and frosty, and the sand destroys pedestrians. Moonlight shines on the sky, and moonlight shines on the earth. When you are United, don't abandon each other. (All the above are written by Nalan Xingde, and the last one is his "Looking at the Moon on Tall Buildings")
The bright moon depends on the base in autumn, and the wild burning cold leaves the forest at night. (Gu) According to
There are countless stars in a river, and the sky falls in the forest in January.
The ape crane is sad, and the fish dragon dances proudly in autumn.
According to people's courage, it is like Qin's, and it gives me the feeling like a cloud on the mountain.
Zhao Zhaori's moon is high, and Cheng Yi's ten knives win the ball. (Gong Zizhen)
A spring night is full of flowers, and the fragrant flowers are full of pity; The wind moves flowers to explore the shadow of the moon, and the moon mirror shines on the flower demon. Play the flower drum in the middle of the month, and gently pass the flute under the flower; I'm afraid the moon will sink and the flowers will fall, and the platform will be depressed. (Tang Yin's "Eleven Flowers and Moonlit Nights")
It rained for five days, and the moonlight flowed.
I woke up, and the low moonlight shone on the rafters, playing for me very gracefully.
Swallows worry about the river to the moon, and cuckoos break Luoyang smoke. (Wen Tianxiang)
I die with the sun and the moon, and I hate heaven and earth.
Before the bottle, everything is guarded by Penglai. Don't let high-rise buildings idle in the snow.
Affectionate bright moon invites you to give me priceless green hills on credit.
The article takes the moon to the frosty night, and the punch line comes first in spring.
Before flying to the north, I knew that it was snowy in the desert in the north, or the south that spent most of the Spring Festival in the south.
Under the bright moon, only three people were singing to the shadow.
The Moon rises in the Millennium Fountain, and the cold light pours like mercury.
Where the green hills are too old, the bright moon just follows.
The Zhu Gong Canal is like a summer house, full of romantic and clear corners.
I have asked Xifeng to sing the swan song, and asked Mingyue to accompany me.
At that time, I stepped on the east wind of the moon and sat watching the drunken man lock up the spring. (Su Shi)
When the moon rises, the clouds fly to the golden mirror, and the lamp shoots the ice curtain to pull the fire dragon.
The rivers and lakes are far away and the years have moved.
Open the door to the courtyard, white as snow.
The lonely village smells clothes in the moonlight, and the kitchen smokes and cooks taro.
And heaven remains our neighbourhood, the moon is thousands of miles away.
Ten miles of clear waves know the stone, and the five watch is accompanied by clear frost.
Sweep the atrium to prolong the moonlight, and slowly drag the crutches to listen to cicadas.
The twilight clouds are covered with thousands of scales, and the crescent moon is thin and fine.
Looking at the moon without it, looking for flowers and asking Liu Fei.
Lotus rolls reflect the lake and the moon. (land travel)
The moon is falling all over the sky with black hoof cream, and Jiang Feng is sleepy. (Zhang Ji)
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are tears in the pearl of the sea and moon, and the blue fields breathe their jade to the sun.
I am a weak lingzhi, biased by storms; I'm Lingfang, but I don't have any fragrant leaves.
The ditch water divides from west to east, and it is windy in September and autumn.
Go back to know the moon, where dreams come from is more cloudy.
Thousands of miles of Jialing River water, the moon is bluer than smoke.
There are only the sea and the moon, which are under the pressure of Chicheng.
During the day, the moon is cold but not ice, and in autumn, Hu Jin spits eastward. (Li Shangyin)
Stay near the building, floating on the cold river.
Ran Ran, a foreign country, disappeared in the years and the emperor sank in the city.
Only when the moon is mysterious, thousands of miles are with you. (Luo) According to
Clear waves are full of moon shadows, making waves gather sand zhangs.
Water is suspicious of arrows, and the moon is like a bow wound.
The long river falls into the wild goose garden, and the bright moon falls into the whale pool. (Lu) According to
The wood is cold and the mountains are quiet, and the river is empty and the autumn moon is high.
A Leng Yue is rising in Dongling, and the crystal sound of the air is that the water is flowing against the sparse roots.
The moon is cold and empty, and the dream is colorful.
At the beginning of the wilderness, Pinghu was not born.
The high moon stars look far from the east, and the clouds break the frost and the north is late. (Liu Zongyuan)
Clouds break the moon, flowers make shadows, and heavy curtains cover the lights. (Zhang Xian)
Horse stepping on dust and frost, moon shining on Jiangtou Road.
In the future, the pool will be bright and the moon will be cloudy.
The moon is thousands of miles away.
Clouds are floating all over the world, fighting for the sun and the moon.
Before the bright moon, I saw the milky way diarrhea.
This is the Millennium in Sanqiu. The lake is flat and the moon is hanging in the sky.
The mountain city is dark and silent at night, and the hidden moon winds around the city.
The white moon in the pine room shines on rare books, and the fragrant spring under the bamboo sprinkles Yao seats. (Liu Yuxi)
Lin Yueyun is covered, and the mountain lights are sad.
Birds are freely perched in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door.
Once upon a time, the moon moved to Jiujiang wave.
A lonely boat trip in January, a thousand waters and thousands of cen.
The new moon has a faint glow and the room is empty. (Jia Dao)
Let's wait for the bright moon at night and see how many stars are swimming.
The sea whale swallows the bright moon, and the wave island is not big.
Open the sun and the moon through the door, and cut the stars. (Han Yu)
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
Bamboo sends a clear moon, and moss moves to the jade seat in spring.
War and chaos, Jianghan is a trickle.
Playing the flute is crisp in autumn and clear in the wind and moon.
The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. (Du Fu)
Ming Lake is full of autumn moon, and it is pan-Fuling West.
You can get close to the moon by raising your hand, and there seems to be no mountain obstacle to fly forward.
Sweep the cliff and remove the fallen leaves, and the moon is bright.
Birds are still scarce when you are drunk.
The shadow lingers in Chu month, but the heart flies to Qin Yun.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon illuminate a golden and silver terrace.
My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight. (Li Bai)