Looking up at the bright Bai Yue in the night sky is expressed in a poem.

Don Wang Wei: I don't see the goose feet in my hometown, but the crescent moon spits moths and eyebrows.

Tao Jin Yuanming: In spring and autumn, there are many strange peaks in Xia Yun, bright autumn moon and solitary pine in Dongling.

Don Li He: The desert is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook.

Song Yan Dao Ji: At that time, Mingyue was there and she had gone home according to the colorful clouds.

Don Liu Yuxi: Dongting was born in the middle of the autumn lake, and the waves are like molten gold.

Zhang Qing Yan Hui: Plum blossom snow, pear blossom moon, total acacia. Naturally, spring comes before you know it.

Stone: The new moon is like a beautiful woman. It was dyed at the beginning of going out to sea.