Old poems about the moon from elementary school:
1. "When will the bright moon come out?" Su Shi of the Northern Song Dynasty
When will the bright moon come out? Ask the sky for wine. I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places. Dance to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world. Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of saying goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.
2. "Begonia" by Su Shi of the Northern Song Dynasty
The east wind is full of light, and the fragrant mist is covered with moonlight in the corridor. I was afraid that the flowers would fall asleep late at night, so I burned a high candle to illuminate my red makeup.
3. "Ode to the Dusk River" by Tang Bai Juyi
A setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red. It's a pity that on the third night of September, the dew looks like pearls and the moon looks like a bow.
4. "Moon on the Xijiang River: Night Walk on the Yellow Sand Road" by Xin Qiji of the Southern Song Dynasty
The bright moon scares the magpies on the branches, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers tells of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain. In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw a bridge over a stream when the road turned.
5. "Mid-Autumn Moon" by Tang Qiji
The sky is blue and cloudless, with wet clothes dew, and the stars are shining brightly. Don't let the east tower stand in the way of its rising momentum. Watch the world around you at noon. Xu Mingming Yinhaoso is willing to teach Youyin how to get the elixir branches. Poor Chanjuan's shadow in the middle of the night, facing the Wuhou residual wine pool.
6. "Boarding at Guazhou" by Wang Anshi of the Northern Song Dynasty
Between Jingkou Guazhou and the water, Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?