Poetry about the love of the moon

The poems describing love with the moon in ancient Tang poetry are as follows.

1, Bai Shu Crow Atrium, Coody Leng Silent Wet Osmanthus fragrans. Tonight, the moon is full of hope, and I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into. Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights"

2, mica screen candle shadow is deep, the long river gradually falls and the stars sink. Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night. Chang Li E Shang Yin

3, the moon, now full of the sea, the end of the world at this time. Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. Looking at the moon reminds me of a distant Zhang Jiuling.

4, the first time I heard the geese, there was no cicada, and it was a hundred feet high. The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation. Li Shangyin's Frost Moon

5, the autumn is crisp and the moon is hanging, and Guanghua is wet. The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in. The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent. What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand. Meng Haoran's Autumn Night under the Moon

6, the water pattern is precious and thoughtful, and it takes a thousand miles to rest. From then on, there is no good night, let him go down to the west wing in the bright moon. Yi Lee, write about love.

7. Alone at the bottom of the river, the moonlight is like water. Where are the people who came to see the moon together? The scenery is vaguely like last year. Xiao Zhao, I feel old.

8. Bai Shu rooster crows in the atrium, frost and silent wet osmanthus. Tonight, people are looking forward to it. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si? Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights"

9, Xiao Niang's face is thin and difficult to win tears, and peach leaves are long and susceptible. The glory of the land is three points, lovely Yangzhou, and you actually accounted for two points. Memory of Xu Ning in Yangzhou

10, the moon, now at sea, Tianya * * * at this time. People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams. Looking at the moon reminds me of a distant Zhang Jiuling.