The month is very beautiful, and the memory of Li Bai's "so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed" has aroused many people's reverie. Please write two poems containing "the month".

1, so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already? Li Bai

2, lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home Li Bai

3, the moon is lifted like a mirror, sea-clouds gleam like palaces Li Bai

4, till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, to bring me my shadow and make us three Li Bai

5, Chang' an for a month, thousands of households pound clothes. Li Bai

6, the moon rises from Tianshan Mountain, and the sea of clouds is boundless. Flower- bewitched, you are deaf to the Emperor. Li Bai

8. behind her closed casement, why is she still waiting, watching through its crystal pane the glow of the autumn moon?. Li Bai

9. I am worried about the bright moon, and I will stay with you until Yelangxi. Li Bai

1. we both are exalted to distant thought, aspiring to the sky and the bright moon. Li Bai

11. Emei Mountain is in the autumn, and it is reflected in the water of Pingqiang River. Li Bai

12. a wind from the pine-trees blows my sash. Except my comrade, the bright moon Wang Wei

14, moonlight in its groves of pine, stones of crystal in its brooks Wang Wei

15, marsh-lands are swollen wide with the moon, while torrents are bent to the mountains' will Ma Dai

16, high in the faint moonlight, wildgeese are soaring, tartar chieftains are fleeing through the dark Lu Lun

17, Lu Cong tonight is white, the moon is the hometown of Ming. Du Fu

18, the stars are moving around, and the moon is near nine. Du Fu Take the moon lotus hoe home. Tao Yuanming

2, go to the west wing alone without words, and the moon is like a hook. Li Yu

21, the bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze chirps in the middle of the night. Xin Qiji

22, the poor third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow. Bai Juyi

23, a splash of water and a splash of moon, half into the river. Liu Fangping

25, mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song. Li Shangyin

26. Holding a bow like a full moon, looking at Sirius in the northwest. Su Shi

27. The courtyard is as empty as water, and the water is full of algae, and covered with bamboo and cypress shadows. Su Shi