Poems that can't sleep at night

Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.

In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

Silently alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard.

It's a long night, and it's hard to sleep because of the beauty in my heart. Acacia is thick and bowed, and affection occupies the heart. The past years have been accompanied, and the past is still yesterday. When the swallow flies with me, the sky and the earth will be connected.