Lonely moon poems

There is nothing to say in the west wing alone, and the moon is like a hook.

Until I raised my cup, I asked the moon to bring me my shadow, and let us three Li Bai and four poems drink with the moon alone. The first part.

She was guarding an empty boat at the estuary, and there was no one to accompany her except the bright moon and cold water in Bai Juyi's Pipa.

Day * * * far away, Du Fu Jianghan lonely night.

Looking at Noda from the front door alone, buckwheat blossoms like snow in the moon. Bai Juyi's Country Night

The bright moon in Huainan and Qian Shan are cold, and no one cares about Jiang Kui's "going to the sand and coming from the east"