Poems about the moon and the sun

The bright moon shines in the night, promoting the weaving of the east wall.

Listen to the moon and the head of the building is too clear, and listen to the moon according to the building is the most distinct.

The bright moon is bright, according to my bed.

Cut into a acacia fan, like a bright moon.

Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know whose house the autumn thoughts are.

The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, and the vast sea of clouds.

Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

The darker moonlight is half a family, and the Beidou is dry and the Nandou is oblique.

The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming.

At this time, looking at the white rabbit, I want to count everything.

The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

The green girl Su'e is resistant to cold, and she fights Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the month.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking.

Under the moon, the flying mirror, the clouds are born and the sea is built.

The ancients did not see the present time and the moon, but the present month once shone on the ancients.

The moon hangs in the autumn sky, and the glorious dew is wet.

Seeing the moon in the dust is also idle, and the situation is between the Qingqiu Immortal Mansion.

It may not be that Su'e has no hatred, and the jade toad is cold and lonely.

This night is not good in this life, where will the bright moon look next year.

Where is the northwest looking township, and the southeast is full of the moon.

The jade Shanshan went down to the moon wheel, and found Revsin in front of the palace.

The bright moon is not out of the mountains, and the light is white.

If there is no moon repairer in the sky, the cinnamon branch will be damaged to the west.

The moon comes at night in the mountains, and I haven't seen it until dawn.

When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine.

It's a pity that a stream of wind and moon, Mojiao trampled on Qiong Yao.

Worship the fall of the stars, about the floating of the bright moon.

If you have a long round night, people may not see goodbye.

On a moonlit night, there are several traces of the past.

Bright moon, bright moon, bright moon. There is still a lack of contention.

Blowing through the smoke into the night wind. A bright moon on the curtain.

At the beginning of the evening, the light smoke is in the moon, and the wind shines through the toad.

That is an eternal night, and the moon is empty.

Osmanthus floating jade, the first moon is full of heavenly streets, and the night is cool like washing.

The spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me.

The bright moon is not frightening, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night.

Morningside is desolate, and returns with the moon and lotus.

The journey of the sun and the moon, if out of it; The stars are splendid, if out of it.

I send my sorrow and the bright moon, and follow you until the night is long.

The mountains are high and the moon is small, and the water falls out.

From now on, if you are allowed to ride the moon idlely, you will knock on the door with a cane all the time and night.

The wild sky is low and the trees are low, and Jiang Qingyue is close to people.

The smoke cage is cold, the moon is long, and the sand is long, and the night is close to the restaurant in Qinhuai.

Alone in the west building without a word, the moon is like a hook.

Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight.

On the sand and on the pond, the clouds break through the moon and the flowers make shadows.

The pear blossom courtyard melts into the moon, and the catkins pond has a faint breeze.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream.

The moon black geese flew high, and fled in the night.

The hour does not know the moon, and it is called a white jade plate.

In the Qin period, the bright moon and the Han period, the Long March has not been returned.

The bird stays in the tree by the pool, and the monk knocks on the door under the moon.

People in the deep forest don't know, and the bright moon comes to take pictures. (Wang Wei's "Bamboo Pavilion") the moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and the spring stream sings; (Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream") the moon falls and the sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng is sleeping.

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. ("Silent Night Thoughts" Li Bai) has been burning for three months, and the family letter is worth 10,000 dollars. ("Spring Hope" Du Fu) poor boudoir Liyue, grew up in the Han family camp.

Shen's "Miscellaneous Poems") sees the fishing lantern in the dark moon, and the lonely light is a little firefly. Poor on the third night of the first month of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow. (Bai Juyi's "Twilight River Yin") should be encouraged in time, and the years do not treat others.

Tao Qian's "Miscellaneous Poems").

Moon: The lake and autumn moon are harmonious, and the surface of the lake is not polished. Day: The sunshine incense burner produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river.

The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

The sunset is infinitely better, just near dusk.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

The sunshine incense burner produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river.

Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio.

Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio.

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

If there is love in the sky, the sky is also old, and if the moon is hateless, the moon is always full (original).

I send my heart and the bright moon, with the wind until the night is long.

The forest people don't know that the bright moon comes to take pictures.

The sunset is infinitely good, but it is just dusk.