The beautiful ancient poem of Xingyue is as follows:
Looking at the Han Yue, the bright moon, the bright moon, the bright moon.
The struggle for success is still lacking. Just like young bridegrooms, they meet for a while and then part ways.
It was last year at the threshold of the small building. Thousands of miles of clear light remains the same, the night is eternal and the people are tired of it.
Shui Tiao Ge Tou Su Shi Bingchen wrote this article while drunkenly drinking in the Mid-Autumn Festival and pregnant with a child. When will the bright moon appear? Ask the sky for wine.
I don’t know what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid of the beautiful buildings and jade buildings. It's too cold at high places.
Dancing and clearing the shadows, it seems like they are in the human world. Turning to Zhu Pavilion and arriving at Qihu, the light shines without sleep.
There should be no hatred, nothing will be better than others. People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This has never been the case in ancient times.
I wish you a long life, thousands of miles away from the beauty of the moon. Flower Moonlight Night on the Spring River The tide of the Spring River reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide.
The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the spring river. The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like sleet.
The frost is flying in the sky unknowingly, and the white sand on the pavilion cannot be seen. The river and the sky were completely dustless, and there was only a solitary moon in the bright sky.
Who by the river sees the moon for the first time, and the moon on the river shines on people for the first time. Life is endless from generation to generation, but the river and the moon are only similar year after year.
I don’t know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending flowing water. The white clouds are slowly disappearing, and the green maple pond is full of sorrow.
Whose family is in a boat tonight, where can I miss the moon tower? Poor Yue Pei upstairs, Ying Liren's makeup mirror stands.
The jade door curtain cannot be rolled up, and it comes back when it is smashed and brushed on the anvil. At this time, we look at each other but do not hear each other. I hope that the moonlight will shine on you.
Swan geese fly long and fast, fish and dragons dive and leap into the water. Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, but it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring.
The spring water in the river is gone, and the moon has fallen in the river pool and is setting in the west again. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi and Xiaoxiang roads are endless.
I don’t know how many people will return home by the moon. The falling moon shakes the trees all over the river with love. Appreciation of Li Shangyin's "Chang'e" Chang'e ·Li Shangyin The candle shadow on the mica screen is deep, the long river is gradually setting and the dawn stars are sinking.
Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and her heart will be filled with blue sea and blue sky every night. "Farewell Pei Jiu Di": The West River flows eastwards for thousands of miles, and passenger boats are stationed on the riverside tonight.
The moonlight adds to the beauty of spring, and the reed breeze seems more serene than the bamboo breeze. A tower near water is easy to see the moon, and flowers and trees facing the sun are easy to see spring.