Give me a good ancient poem

Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night

The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide.

The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the spring river.

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like sleet.

The frost is flying in the sky unknowingly, and the white sand on the pavilion cannot be seen.

The river and the sky are of the same color without any dust, and there is a solitary moon in the bright sky.

Who by the river saw the moon for the first time? When did Jiang Yue shine on people?

Life is endless from generation to generation, and the moon and river look alike every year.

I don’t know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

The white clouds are slowly disappearing, and the Qingfeng Pu is full of sorrow.

Who is cheating tonight? Where do I miss Mingyue Tower?

The poor moon wanders upstairs, it should be seen in the dressing mirror.

The Yuhu curtain cannot be rolled away, and it comes back when it is smashed on the anvil and brushed.

At this time, we look at each other but do not hear each other, and I hope that the moonlight will shine on you.

Swan geese fly long and fast, fish and dragons dive and leap into the water.

Last night I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, but it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring.

The spring water in the river is gone, and the moon has fallen in the river pool and is setting in the west again. (Ancient pronunciation xiá)

The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi Xiaoxiang has infinite roads.

I don’t know how many people will return home by the moon. The falling moon shakes the trees all over the river with love.