A classic poem that can't sleep at night

The following is a classic poem that can't sleep at night:

1. After the lights go out, sleep in the beautiful rain. -Bai Juyi's Sleeping in Autumn Rain

2, looking at the water and mountains is a waste of food, and listening to the wind and rain may wish to sleep. -Once upon a time, "Fa Yi Xing"

3, tired pillow tired long night, small window is not clear. A dog barked in an isolated village, but several people walked in the waning moon. -Su Shi's tired night

4, struggling to find poetry under the lamp, sleepless nights are afraid of the cold. -Yu "Send Wen Feiqing on a Winter Night"

May I be like a star, like the moon, and shine every night. -Fan Chengda's "Car in the Distance"

6, idle old, lonely shed listening to the rain, lights Jiangcun. -Ni Zan's "Full Moon, Surprised Back to a Pillow Dream"

Tonight is the loveliest moon in a year, and everything else is arranged by fate and beyond our control. But, to reject this wine, can we choose more tomorrow? . -Han Yu's Mid-Autumn Festival to the Second Official Zhang

8, floating clouds spit on the moon, flowing shadows and jade steps. Although thousands of miles away, I know my heart at night. -Ouyang Xiu's "Nocturne"

9, the moon is black and the wind is high, and there is a little firefly. Slight wind and waves, scattered like river stars. -check Shen Xing's "what you see in the boat night book"

10, but when the west wind comes, there is no way to change it secretly. -Su Shi's "Dong Xian, Ge Bing and jade bone"

1 1, what's going on in the world, the heart of a teenager. Clear and profound. -Wang Fuzhi's "More Leaking Meaning"

12, I feel lonely. -Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jie Xing Qiu Nostalgia"

13, lovesickness leaks more every night, and the moon is dry. I miss you and I am cold. -Wei Zhuang's "Huanxisha, acacia at night is more leaking"

14, however, those poems that have been rejected for ten years are a shame, and these white hairs are pinned by petals. -Qian Qi's "To my friend Pei Shuji in the capital"

15, joys and sorrows are always ruthless, and before the next step, bit by bit until dawn. -Jie Jiang's "Yu Meiren Listening to the Rain"