Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moon by the river!
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines like graupel on the flower forest (pronounced xiàn).
Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.
There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.
Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.
The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.
Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?
Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.
Jade curtain can't be rolled up, but it will be brushed on the anvil (a "finger").
At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.
Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.
Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.
In spring, the river flows away, and the river falls in the moon and the west (for rhyme, so read xiá).
Oblique (this is the first sentence, so it doesn't rhyme, so read xié) the moon is full of sea fog, and (pronounced jié) the poem xiaoxiang is infinite.
I don't know how many people return to the moon, and the moon (a kind of "flower") shakes the trees all over the river.