it's almost a happy rain to watch the moon, but you can still play weiqi when you open the statue.
I miss the wind and admire the moon for ten years, and I dream of provoking the green poplars.
the creation is repeated, and the white head is trapped in the elderly. Sing the wind and admire the moon on the stone, and then smile and clear the river.
Du Ling enjoys the moon and the autumn laurel, while Peng Ze has no money for chrysanthemums.
a cup of moon dew is full of flowers.
Fifteen years ago, flowers were spent at the end of the month, and I followed Zeng Fu's poem of appreciating flowers.
The warm wind in Nanmo blows the dance pavilions, and the cool moon in Dongcheng shines on the songs and feasts. Feast is a fairy in wine.
I never accept the sound of resentment, and my string is broken several times. I don't know who will appreciate the new sound. It's a good wind, a bright moon and a dark heart.
The moon is bright in autumn. How about inviting people to enjoy it?
The above is an ancient poem.
What follows is written casually by myself. .
On the moonlit night, Wu Shao was drunk and reflected in the river, and guests stayed in Dongting to enjoy the fragrance alone.
Yiren enjoyed the full moon in front of the pavilion, but I didn't know there was no shadow behind it.
I invited a beautiful woman to enjoy the moon, with a low eyebrow and a smile.