Poetry with the moon in it are:
1. On the willow branches above the moon, people make appointments after dusk. ——Ouyang Xiu's "Shengchazi·Yuanxi"
Full poem: On the night of the Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. On the top of the willow tree in the moonlight, people meet at dusk. On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still there. I don't see the person from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are wet with tears.
Translation: During the Lantern Festival last year, the flower market was illuminated like daylight. Make an appointment with the beautiful woman after dusk, when the moon is above the willow branches, and talk about your heart. During this year’s Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first lunar month, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. I can no longer see my old friend from last year, and the sleeves of my spring shirt are wet with tears of lovesickness.
2. The tower near the water gets the moon first, and the flowers and trees facing the sun are prone to spring. ——Su Lin's "Fragmented Sentences"
Full poem: The tower near the water gets the moon first, and the flowers and trees facing the sun change into spring.
Translation: The balcony near the water (because there is no tree cover) can see the shadow of the moon first; while the flowers and trees facing the sun (the illumination is naturally much better, so they germinate earlier), The easiest way to create a spring scene.
3. There is a bright moon on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. ——Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan"
Full poem: The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this moment. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they miss each other at night. When the candle is extinguished, the compassionate light is full, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew. I can't bear to give it away, but I still have a good night's sleep.
Translation: A bright moon rises over the vast sea. You and I are admiring the moon despite being separated by the world. Passionate people resent the long moonlit night and stay awake all night longing for their loved ones. I extinguished the candles and loved the moonlight in the room. I wandered around in my clothes and felt the coldness of the night dew. I can't give you the beautiful moonlight, I just hope to meet you in my dreamland.
4. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. ——Du Fu's "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night"
Full poem: The sound of drums breaks the line of people, and the sound of wild geese is heard in the autumn. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. All my brothers are scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death. The letter sent was not delivered, but the troops were not suspended.
Translation: The sound of drums on the garrison has cut off the pedestrian movement, and the mournful cry of lone wild geese can be heard from the border fortress on an autumn night. Tonight has entered the Bailu solar term, and the moon is still the brightest in my hometown. Although there are brothers, they are all separated and have gone to separate places, and there is no news about them. Letters sent home to Luoyang City are always not delivered, not to mention the frequent wars that have not stopped.
5. The bright moon was there at that time, and it once illuminated the colorful clouds. ——"Linjiang Immortal" by Yan Jidao
Full poem: After a dream, the tower is high and locked, and the curtain is low when sober. Last year, spring regret came. The falling flower man is independent, and the wisps fly together. I remember when Xiao Ping first met her, Luo Yi had a double heart. The pipa strings speak of lovesickness. The bright moon was there at that time, and it once illuminated the colorful clouds.
Translation: I dreamed of going back to the balcony late at night and the red door was locked. The drunkenness faded but the curtains were drooped. When the hatred of last year's spring came to my mind, people were quietly independent among the falling flowers, and swallows soared in the breeze and drizzle. I remember meeting Xiao Ping for the first time, wearing a Luo Yi scented with two layers of "heart". The pipa plays Weiwei lightly to express the feeling of lovesickness. The bright moon was still there, illuminating her colorful cloud-like figure when it returned.