What ancient poems are more beautiful?

Chunjiang mosaic moon Zhang Xuruo

Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.

I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, and there is no moon by the river.

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.

Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.

There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.

Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?

Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.

The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.

Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?

Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.

The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.

At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.

Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.

Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.

In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.

The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.

I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.

Wen tingyun is in the moonlight on the riverside.

Yushu Pavilion is blue and dark, and Huating suddenly becomes a green country.

Qinhuai is ruthless, and it is also spring in Jinling.

Yang's II was heavy, but he ignored Hua Zhi and suspected Six Dragons.

Hundreds of sails are full of wind, and even the sky shows Jin Furong.

Zhu Cui Ding Xing woke up, and the faucet chopped the waves and mourned.

A thousand miles of culvert shines on the soul of water, and ten thousand branches break their noses to make fragrant snow.

Leak into the west sea, smell the chicken on the pillow.

Wild string plays the role of wild goose, which makes you drunk.

Smoke from cooking stoves is still fragrant in dreams.

There is Xiaoying in the deserted palace, who only flies to Xijiang.