Poems about the bright moon should have the title, author, content and reasons for recommendation. Three poems are enough.

Looking at the moon, thinking of a distant one.

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

Zhang Jiuling (678-740), a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem full of longing for the moon, lyrical and mixed with scenes. Beautiful artistic conception and sincere emotion; The structure is thorough and orderly, and the language is bright and sonorous; Among them, "the moon is now at sea, and the horizon is * * * at this time" is an eternal saying.

Drink the moon alone.

Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.

I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.

The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.

When you are awake, you are happy together, and when you are drunk, you go your separate ways.

I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.

A group of poems written by Li Bai, a great poet in Tang Dynasty. * * * Four songs. The first one is the most famous. This poem is about the poet drinking alone in the moonlight, and no one is near him. With rich imagination, the poet expressed a complex emotion from loneliness to non-loneliness, and then from loneliness to loneliness. This poem fully expresses Li Baixian's broad-minded mind, and there is no tolerance between things and me. With novel conception, fantastic imagination and profound emotion, it is a unique masterpiece in Li Bai's lyric poems.

Li Bai, thinking at night

There is a bright moon in front of the bed, and there is frost on the ground.

Looking up at the moon and overlooking my hometown.

This little poem has neither strange and novel imagination nor exquisite and gorgeous rhetoric; It only describes the homesickness of distant guests in a narrative tone, but it is meaningful and intriguing, and has attracted readers so widely for thousands of years.