"The tide of the spring river reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon rises together on the sea.
The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but where is the spring river without the moonlight?
The river flows round and round the meadow, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like sleet;
Frost is flying in the sky unknowingly, and the white sand on the pavilion cannot be seen.
The river and the sky were completely dustless, and there was only a solitary moon in the bright sky.
Who first saw the moon by the river? When did the moon on the river shine on people for the first time?
Life is endless from generation to generation, the river and the moon 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 green maple pond is full of sorrow.
Whose family is cheating tonight? Where do I miss Mingyue Tower?
The poor moon wanders upstairs and should be seen in the dressing mirror.
The jade door curtain cannot be rolled away, and it comes back when the clothes are smashed and brushed on the anvil.
At this time, we look at each other but don't hear each other. I hope that the moonlight will shine on you.
The swans fly long and fast, and the fishes and dragons dive and jump 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 set in the west again.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi and Xiaoxiang roads are endless.
I don't know how many people are returning by the moon. The falling moon shakes the trees all over the river with love. "
"Good poetry. Good poetry is better for good people. Mr. Jian Yue is well-deserved."