Please write five poems with the word "moon".

1, the bright moon shines at night, and the bright moon shines at night to promote the east wall. Yuheng refers to Meng Dong, and the stars are vivid. Thousands of years of exposure to weeds, the season suddenly changes. In the woods of Qiu Chan, this mysterious bird died peacefully. Yesterday, I was a friend of the same family, holding high and shaking six purlins. If you don't want to join hands, you will abandon me like a relic. There is a fight between the north and the south, and the morning glory does not bear the yoke. What's the use of not having a solid name? 2, listen to the moon poem, listen to the moon building head is too clear, listen to the moon according to the building is the most distinct. Skyscrapers turn silently, and medicines jingle. The music is wide and cold, and the axe is tinkling. Occasionally, a fragrance blows away Chang 'e's laughter. 3. The moon is in the sky, and the moon is in the sky, taking care of my bed. Too sad to sleep, wandering around in clothes. Although the guests are happy, it is better to turn back early. Who should you sue when you leave home alone? Back to my room, tears stained my clothes. 4, complaining about new songs, fresh and clean as frost and snow. Cut into acacia fans, round like the bright moon. In and out of your arms, shaking the breeze. I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come, and the coolness will take away the heat. If you give up your donation, your kindness will be lost. Second, the poetry of Tang and Song Dynasties looks at the moon for fifteen nights (Wang Jian). In the atrium, there is a crow in Bai Shu and a silent and moist osmanthus fragrans in Coody Leng. Tonight, the moon is full of hope, and I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into. Guan Shanyue (Li Bai) The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass. At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive. The garrison soldier looked at the remote border town, and his hometown could not help but look sad. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away. Drink the bright moon (Li Bai) from a pot of wine among the flowers alone, and I will drink it alone. No one is with me. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind. I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering. Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way. Ye Si (Li Bai) has such a bright thread at the foot of my bed. Could it have been frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.