More than five ancient poems chanting the moon

When the moon rises, it is bright and beautiful ("The Book of Songs, Chen Feng, Moon Out")

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. Bring a separated heart and miss the night (Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Thinking about the Distance")

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and it sank again, and I suddenly remembered home (Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night).

Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year (Zhang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River")

Rabbit cold toad cold osmanthus white. This night, Heng E should be heartbroken (Li Shangyin's Moonlight)

The moon is hanging in the sky, making Yan night lonely (The Last Five Stump (II))

Color Rock Trail, Gaozhai Watergate. Between the thin clouds and the rocks, the solitary moon turns over.

Storks chase silence, jackals eat noisily. Insomnia and anxiety, unable to work hard. "

-("Song of the Su River")

The quiet building is straight, and the mountains are faint and the moon is oblique. When night comes, birds will die and crows will be killed. (Farewell)

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Silver moon

In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room. For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.

The fragrant mist wets the temples, and the jade shoulders are cold. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .

-(Du Fu's Moonlit Night)

I thought about my family and myself, and I entered a new level. I mind that my children can't think, and I have entered a new level. My temples are wet and my arms are cold, so I can watch the moon for a long time. The better the moon is, the more bitter it is, and the more beautiful the language is. At the end of the day, when I think of getting together, I feel sorry for the shape of the moon, and my words are graceful and earnest. I saw this old love. (Du Yi)