Poetry about Haoyue

Bodhisattva Man Wen Tingyun

It is only noon when the bright moon comes at night, and there is no one talking behind the heavy curtain.

Shui Long Yin Qin Guan

I am sentimental, but with the bright moon at that time, I am still the same.

Treading on the Shasha Jiang Kui

The bright moon in Huainan is cold over the mountains, and no one cares about me when I return.