I want you to help me find some poems about lakes, bright moons and pavilions. Please.

The crane flies into the sky, and I have been cold and hot several times. It has been a thousand years. Poor May Hua Shao, why did you stay? In the dream, Furong Pu, Iraqi boat, Yuet dress. Bright eyes and jade wrists should be better than clear water and white jade. Cao Lu, wins and wins. People in the right place at the right time support each other. But you see, the clouds are light and the wind is light, listening to the butterfly dance by the running water. Winter goes to spring, the wind blows outside the pavilion, and countless weeping willows are cut.