Looking at the moonlight in front of his bed, could there have been a frost already?. Looking up at the mountains and the moon, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.
Nineteen ancient poems of the bright moon (anonymous)
The bright moon, how bright it is, looks like my bed. Sadness can't sleep, and I wander around with my clothes on.
it's better to return home early, although the guest is having fun. Who should I sue for my worries when I leave home alone?
lead him back into the room, with his dress in tears.
Nineteen ancient poems with bright moon and luminous glow
The bright moon and luminous glow promote the east wall. Yuheng refers to Meng Dong, and the stars are vivid.
when the Millennium is stained with weeds, the season suddenly changes. Among the trees in Qiu Chan, the mysterious bird died peacefully.
once upon a time, I was a friend of the same family, holding high and inspiring six purlins. If you don't want to join hands, you will abandon me like a relic.
there is a bucket in the north of the south basket, and the morning glory does not bear the yoke. What good is a false name without a solid stone?