What poems are there with the moon?

1, willow shoots on the moon, about after dusk. -Ouyang Xiu's Life Inspector Yuan Xi

The whole poem: Last year, the Lantern Festival, the flower market was full of lights. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk. On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.

During the Lantern Festival last year, the flower market was brightly lit. After dusk, at the time of the willow tip on the moon, I met a beautiful woman On the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. Never see last year's old friend again, acacia tears wet the sleeves of the spring shirt.

2. It's easy to get the moon near the water tower, and it's easy to spring in the flowers and trees in the sun. -Su Lin's "broken sentence"

The whole poem: the moon comes first near the water tower, and flowers and trees are easy to spring in the sun.

The balcony near the water (because there are no trees to cover it) can see the projection of the moon first; The sunny flowers and trees (naturally, the light is much better, so they germinate early) are most likely to form the scene of spring.

3, the moon, now full of the sea, the end of the world at this time. -Zhang Jiuling's "Full Moon Philip Burkart"

The whole poem: the moon is in the sky, and the horizon is at this time. People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

There is a bright moon rising on the vast sea. You and I are far apart, but we enjoy the moon. Affectionate people hate the long moonlit night and miss their loved ones all night. Put out the candles and cherish the moonlight in the room. I wandered around in my clothes, feeling the cold at night. I can't give you beautiful moonlight, I just hope to meet you in my sleep.

He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! . -Du Fu's Moonlight Remembering My Brother

Poetry: Wanderers listen to drums, autumn geese. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

Garrison the drums upstairs to break pedestrians, and the lonely geese sing in autumn night. Starting from tonight, I entered the Millennium solar term, and the moon in my hometown is still the brightest. Although there are brothers, they are all separated, and it is impossible to find out about them. Letters from home to Luoyang have never been delivered, and frequent wars have never stopped.

At that time, the bright moon was there, like a colorful cloud. -Yan's "Linjiang Xian"

The whole poem: the balcony is locked high after a dream, and the curtains are low after waking up. When hatred came last spring. Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on the word se. Acacia is written on the string of pipa. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.

In the middle of the night, I dreamed that the balcony doors were locked and the wine was weak, but I saw the curtains hanging heavily. When last year's spring resentment came to mind, people were faint and independent in the falling flowers, and swallows were flying in the breeze and drizzle. I remember the first time I saw Xiaoping, wearing Luo clothes and two heavy words. Pipa flick Committee tells the taste of acacia. At that time, the bright moon was still there, and it once returned with her colorful figure.