The poems about the moon are as follows:
(1) Thinking about a quiet night
Li Bai (Tang)
so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?. I raise my head to gaze at the moon, Lowering my head, my nostalgia comes around.
(2) a night-mooring near maple bridge
Zhang Ji (Tang)
frosty night, Jiang Feng fishing for fire to sleep. The lonely cold mountain temple in the city outside the city of Suzhou, the sound of the bell ringing in the middle of the night passed to the passenger ship.
(3) Boarding Guazhou
Wang Anshi (Song)
Guazhou in Jingkou is separated by several mountains. Gentle spring breeze blowing green again, but, the moon in the sky, when you can take me home?
(4) remembering my brothers on a moonlight night
Du Fu (Tang)
a wanderer hears drums portending battle, a wild goose is singing in autumn. Dew changes to frost since tonight, how much brighter the moonlight is at home! All the brothers were scattered, and no family could inquire about life and death. Letters to Luoyang city often cannot be sent to, and the war is often not stopped.
(5) a night-mooring on the jiande river
Meng Haoran (Tang)
while my little boat moves on its mooring of mist, and daylight wanes, old memories begin. The boundless expanse of the wilderness was still deeper than the trees, and the moon was close to the moon.
(6) bidding a friend farewell at jingmen ferry
sailing far off from Jingmen Ferry, soon you will be with people in the south. Where the mountains end and the plains begin, and the river winds through wilderness. The moon is lifted like a mirror, sea-clouds gleam like palaces. And the water has brought you a touch of home, to draw your boat three hundred miles.
(7) listening to the flute in the fortress
Gao Shi (Tang)
It's snowy and quiet, herding horses in Hu Tian, and guarding the building with a strong flute in the moonlight. Excuse me, where did the plum blossom fall? The wind blew all over the mountain overnight.
(8) moonlit night
far off in Fuzhou she is watching the moonlight, watching it alone from the window of her chamber. Are too young to know where the Capital is, for our boy and girl, poor little babes. Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, her jade-white shoulder is cold in the moon. When shall we lie again on our screen, watching this bright light with no more tears?.
(9) writing in Chinese
Cen Can (Tang)
When he travels to the west, he wants to go to heaven, and his family will see the moon twice. I don't know where to stay tonight, and Pingsha is vast and uninhabited.