Are there any ancient poems describing the dead of night?

"The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already?" Sitting alone by the window, looking up at the bright moon in the sky, is that the round in my hometown? "Until, holding up my glass, I asked the bright moon, which brought me my shadow and made the three of us", drinking alone in the yard, moonlight like water, a glass of sake, but homesick tears? "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine." What a profound understanding and love. With the mirror of the bright moon, you may see the face of an old friend. This round of bright moon, according to the past and the present, always evokes people's homesickness.