There are many wonderful words to write about the moon in ancient poetry. Please choose two of them and write them down, and say them as written poems.

1. "The ice wheel obliquely rolls the mirror for a long time, and the river practices the cold light." The poem comes from Chen Liang's "A Conghua Xitang Playing with the Moon" in the Song Dynasty.

the ice wheel is inclined to roll the mirror forever. Jiang Lian hides the cold light. The dangerous fence is drunk and picturesque, and it is separated from the smoke village and where to sound the roots. The black magpie is tired, the ichthyosaur is startled, and the stars hang the weeping poplar.

thousands of reeds are covered with water. Autumn is full of rivers and townships. The balcony is like a fairy dream, and it is suspected that it is Luopu Xiaoxiang. The wind shows awe-inspiring, the mountains and rivers turn, and today's ancient photos are bleak.

the main idea of the poem is: the full moon turns obliquely, as if it had been run over in a clear long sky; Moonlight is spread on the river like a white horse, vaguely flashing with cold light.

With strange imagination and precise metaphor, the words depict the shape of the moon in the sky, and describe the roundness of xiao yue, the clearness of the long sky, the clearness of the river and the coldness of the moonlight. It is very beautiful to use these two words to describe the scenery on a moonlit river.

2. A clear cloud is like a wadding, and a crescent moon is like a sickle. This poem comes from Han Yu's

Late Posting Dr. Zhou Lang, 18 Teaching Assistants, in the Song Dynasty, and the scenery is bleak.

a clear cloud is like a wadding, and a crescent moon is like a sickle.

the fields are moving occasionally, and the clothes are tired for a long time.

My life can join hands, sighing that the old age will drown.

clear clouds: clouds in a clear sky.

The main idea of this poem is that the clouds in the clear sky are like shredded cotton wool, and the new crescent moon is like a freshly ground sickle.

literature needs metaphor, and poetry cannot do without metaphor. Han Yu is a writer who is good at setting metaphors. He uses shredded cotton wool as a metaphor for white clouds floating in the blue sky, and a grinded sickle as a metaphor for a crescent moon in the night sky, which is vivid and evocative.