The poem praising the moon by thinking at night is

1 Silent night Thinking of Li Bai's bright thread at the foot of my bed, may there be frost already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

Du Fu, a wanderer, heard the drums that predicted the battle. It was the first call of autumn, a wild goose from the border. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

Su Shi, the head of Shuidiao Song, was drunk in the Mid-Autumn Festival, so he wrote this article. When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth. Turn to Zhuge, humble household, don't sleep, there should be no hate, why always say goodbye? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope that people will live for a long time and have a good scenery!