Ancient poems about orientation

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely

Julian Waghann set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice never forgot to tell Nai Weng.

In my north, in my south, spring is flooding. Day after day, I only see seagulls.

Hate you is not like the moon, north and south, east and west, north and south, east and west.

The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.

Fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west, fish hits the lotus leaf south, and fish hits the lotus leaf north.

I advise you to drink one more glass of wine. Westerners have no reason to go out.

Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny but sunny.