Moon Appreciation Poems and Ancient Poems

1, I don't know the month for hours, so it's called Baiyupan. I suspect it is Yao's platform, flying in the sky. Is the fairy in the moon hanging her feet? Why do laurel trees become round in January? -Li Bai's Lang Yuexing

2. When will there be a moon in the sky? I stopped my glass and asked now. The moon will never reach the moon, but it is very close to the people. -Li Bai's Drinking for the Moon

3, people have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. This matter is old and difficult. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. -Su Shi's "Water Tune Songs"

4, the spring rock waterfall spring, the mountain has been silent for a long time. The bright moon is a pure pine forest with thousands of peaks of the same color. -Ouyang Xiu's "Step by Step Back to Guanghua Temple from Bodhi"

5. When will there be a bright moon? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. -Su Shi's "Water Tune" high school domineering inspirational slogan

6. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. -Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains

7. At midnight, when I was lying there and couldn't even hear the sound of an insect, the moon in the mountains came into my door with her pure light. At dawn, I left alone, unable to see the way in and out of the fog, and I groped my way up and down. -Han Yu's Rock and Roll

8, cold food is homeless, tears are like gold waves. There should be clearer light in the middle of the moon. The Relationship between Love and Marriage in Du Fu's One Hundred and Fifty Days to the Moon

9. It's a pity that a stream is romantic. Don't teach me to crush Qiong Yao. Take off your saddle and rest at Qingyang Bridge, and there will be the sound of spring dawn in Du Yu. -Su Shi's Xijiang Moon

10, a sunset spread in the water, half the river rustled and half the river was red. The loveliest thing is the ninth day of September. The bright pearl's bright crescent moon is shaped like a bow. -Bai Juyi's "Mu Jiang Yin"