Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, and there is no moon by the river.
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.
Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.
There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.
Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.
The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.
Whose boat tonight, where do you miss the moon floor?
Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.
The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.
At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.
Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.
Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.
In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.
I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.
Visit Tianmu Mountain in a Dream
Sleepwalking in Tianmu (M incarnation) saw off Li Bai.
The sea can explore the secluded state, and the water and fog are hidden but not close. But the Yue people talk about Mount Tianmu (M incarnation), and the clouds are light or visible. On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China. Tiantai (tāi) is eighteen thousand feet, and at this point, it begins to turn to the southeast.
My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight. The moon lit up my shadow and took me to Xianghe. Xie's thatched cottage is still there, and the water in Shandong (land) is rippling with clear apes. I wore Xie (J:)' s earliest spiked shoes and climbed the Qingyun ladder. Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space. Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended. Yin Yin (yǐn), the bear cannon dragon, shocked Lin Zhentian. In the clouds darkened by the darkness of rain, the water is full of smoke. God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling. The cave is full of stone leaves with an opening in the middle. An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon illuminate a golden and silver terrace. Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one. With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows. I moved, my soul flew and suddenly began to grow. My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.
This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water. So I'm leaving you. I don't know how long it will take. But let me raise a white deer on my green hillside and ride to you when I need you, Dashan. Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face!