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When the hour does not know the moon, it is called a white jade plate; and suspicious Yaotai mirror, flying in the blue clouds. (Gulang Moon Travel") When the moon does not come out, the Wangjiang River flows artesianly. Suddenly the west moon of the city, the blue sky hangs a jade hook.

The full moon is like a mirror, and the crescent moon is like a hook, which is the shape of the moon. "The autumn wind crosses the river and blows down the mountain to the moon. The master brings out fine wine, extinguishes the candle and prolongs the light.

Send Cui's Kunji to Jinling) The moon turns with Bishan, and the water is blue and the sky flows. It is like a galaxy, but it is secluded in the clouds. (Moonlit Night River Travel to Cui Zongzhi) This is where the moonrise is written and its surroundings.

Li Bai writes the most about the moon on the mountain and the moon in the mountains, with a wide field of vision, and the dynamics of the moon make people suddenly feel fresh and bright. There is also a moon on the water, and it is not a misty and cold scene: "The jade toad is off the sea, and the white dew is wet with flowers.

The wind on the cloud side gives birth to claws, and the sand head is soaked in water. (Early Moon) The suburbs are cloudy, and the account is half a toad. Thousands of miles of Shu frost, a river practice horizontal.

Looking at the Moon After the Rain) Fifteen Nights Looking at the Moon" Wang Jian The white arboreal crow in the atrium, the cold dew is silent and wet osmanthus. Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know who will fall in autumn! "Nanzhai Playing with the Moon" Wang Changling When he was lying in Nanzhai, he vomited at the beginning of the month.

Qinghui is rippling in the window. A few surplus and void, clear and ancient. The beauty on the bank of the Qingjiang River is the night more bitter.

Thousands of miles in total, the breeze blows Landu. "Mid-Autumn Moon" Su Shi The twilight clouds are overflowing and cold, and the silver man silently turns the jade plate. This night is not good in this life, where will the bright moon look next year.

Mid-Autumn Moon Qi has been empty and cloudless, dewy wet clothes, and the starlight is pouring out of the rules. Donglin is not hindered by the rising momentum, and the four seas are looking at the road. Xu is also clear and eloquent, willing to teach the dark to take Danzhi.

Poor Guan Ye Chanjuanying, facing the five remnants of the wine. "Guan Shanyue" Li Bai The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of clouds. The long wind is tens of thousands of miles, blowing the Yumen Pass.

Hanxia Baideng Road, Hu peep into Qinghai Bay. came to the battlefield, but no one returned. The soldier looked at the side, and thought about how bitter he was.

High-rise buildings are at this night, sighing is not idle. "Silent Night Thoughts" Li Bai The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

The drizzle hid the deep alley.

Moss green slate.

Cooking cigarettes roll away.

If the mist is thick.

Yangguan is not a hometown.

The west wind thanked the flowers.

The ancient road is far away from the border pass.

The remnant sun dyed red yesterday.

If Nanyan returns.

The ideal is still far away.

How I miss that afternoon.

There is a lazy trembling sunshine and you.

The breeze is accompanied by a faint fragrance.

The water wave boy and the defeat rippled with it.

I packed my bags.

Look into the unknown distance and talk to you.

I'm leaving. The maple leaves are red and light.

The wild goose is close and far.

I wish someone could tell me.

The end of the road is at **.

Until the sale. Your message is here.

1, "Mother".

Oh Mother! The storm in heaven came, and the bird hid in its nest.

The storm in my heart came, and I only hid in your arms.

2, "Stars".

The stars are twinkling.

In the deep blue space, how could I hear them talking?

In the silence, in the faint light, they praised each other deeply.

3, "Darkness".

How to describe it, the depths of the soul.

In the depths of the universe, the resting place in the brilliant light withers.