"Summer Night Walking Moon"
Ming • Yu Qian
The moon entered my house, and the breeze blew my clothes.
Take a walk down the Yao Steps and look up at the stars.
Wan Li did not hear, and the group moved the salty breath machine.
The song vibrates the forest, and the birds and finches compete to fly.
Exhausted but returned, this meaning is rare.
"The Poetry of He Jiaojiao in the Bright Moon"
Wei Jin • Lu Ji
On the north hall of ann bedroom, the bright moon entered my house.
There is a surplus of brilliance, but it is not enough to win.
The cool breeze winds around the curved room, and the cold cicadas sing high willows.
I have been walking for a long time.
The eunuch will be unsuccessful, and it is difficult to keep his thoughts.
"Fan Dengmi Sends Four Songs, Part III"
Tang • Tang Yanqian
The moon entered my room, and the wind blew my robe.
The best night is the most silent, and the travel situation is depressed.
Chi loves the waves, a crane sings nine gao.
"Spring Breeze"
Northern Song Dynasty • Kong Pingzhong
The spring breeze sweeps away the floating clouds, and the sky is blue.
Three stars are presented, and the bright moon enters my room.
Last night was rainy and I couldn't sit on my knees.
How long it can be, it is as bright as day.
"Bright Moon Song"
Song • Jiang Teli
The moon is high in the sky, and I live in the world.
High and low have gone for tens of thousands of miles, and the years Chinese New Year's Eve and nights have followed each other.
The bright moon is in my arms, and I am in the bright moon.
There is everything in the middle of the mysterious light, and who knows this situation at this time.
Sauvignon Blanc Part III
Song • The Way of kings
The sky is hanging. Surrounded by mountains. The mountain color is into the curtain.
The breeze blows my clothes. The lake is east and the river is west.
East to West to Endless Period. Not as good as Jungongyi.
《Nishiyama Road》
Song • Xiao Yuanzhi
Save yourself the day you leave home, and the autumn wind blows my clothes.
Guest chanted poems to give, and asked when to return.
Lonely village hall, long nostalgic bamboo door.
The melancholy is unbearable, and the mountain rain is dark and oblique.
"Night Sitting Puppet"
Southern Song Dynasty • Wen Tianxiang
Xiao Xiao's autumn night is cool, and the bright moon enters my household.
He gathered his clothes and lifted the atrium to see the cow and the woman.
Sitting for a long time under the cold dew, the sad wind is moving.
Do not meet Prince Joe, who means with the language.
"Miscellaneous Ten Songs, Seven"
Kim • Zhao Bingwen
On the day of empty fasting, there is nothing to do, and the upright piano is played.
The bright moon enters my body and illuminates the heart of eternity.
The ancient wind is gone, and there are Taikoo sounds.
Hanging on the wall, I have no ancient or modern way.
"The Moon Comes into Me"
Late Song and early Yuan Dynasty • Li Fu
The bright moon entered my house, and Juanjuan was full of clothes.
The wind flutters and the bamboo is scattered, and the light is clear and the light is danced.
I can't sleep in meditation, and I know that the autumn night is long.
But think of the ancient books, explore and compile the sac.
One reading three or four reactions, people are far away from the heart.
Throw in the court, back to the shadow wandering.
The long sky is scattered with white dew, and the dark drop is green and yellow.
The morning pneumatic movements, full of frost on the ground.
"Missing Title Part II"
Late Song and early Yuan Dynasty • Hu Zhonggong
The silverfish are removed from the chapters, and the characters are compiled into a fight.
The fireflies are small and have no crystal light, and the bright moon enters my body.
"Autumn Night Nostalgia"
Late Yuan and early Ming Dynasty • Li Yu
The autumn wind blew my clothes, and the bright moon shone on my bed.
Wandering in the middle of the night, feeling only self-harming.
The dark hung in Jiangzhu, and the crickets sang in the high hall.
There are also dew grass fireflies, which fly freely in the wind.
Physics is like a trance, and Hao Qiong is in the middle of nowhere.
Abandon He Zuyun, I will pick Qiongfang.
"Bright Moon Song"
Ming • Wearing a crown
The bright moon came into my curtain, wandering and unable to speak.
Wheels grow in the belly, where the chickens are chirping.
"Autumn Nostalgia"
Ming • Qu Jingchun
Autumn nights can not sleep, look up to Linxuan.
The bright moon entered my arms, and the hatred was not self-sustaining.
I remember going to Jingluo yesterday, just when the moon was stringy.
The moon is a few rounds short, and I have no repayment date.
Only should be clear and light, Sauvignon Blanc.
"Summer Nights"
Ming • Cheng Tong
The south wind blew my shirt and sat alone to invite the bright moon.
Send Zhu Xian in your heart, you can say it to Qingtian.
Pan Moon Society
Ming • Ma Yilong
Mid-Autumn Festival, boating on Yuyang Lake.
The lake is bright and bright, and the night is like a good night.
The moon is in my arms, and the lake is with it.
"Sending titles to the new city Wang Shangshe (Qishen) Garden Residence Twelve Songs, Its Nine Shuangsong Shuwu (Xin Wei)"
Late Ming and early Qing dynasties • Zhu Yizun
I would like to be a crane, a nest of kings and pines.
The breeze blows my clothes, and the moon shines on me.
With the jun years cold covenant, whispering for spring and winter.
"Cambodian Wang Junzhi"
Qing • Li Zhenjun
The moon entered my house, and the breeze blew my shirt.
The summer recedes and is slightly cool, and the sky is full of shade.
FeiHong under the far Nagisa, Xianlu wet suqin.
The sun and the moon come and go, pitching into ancient and modern.
Cherish the second gentleman, and have a noble heart.
"Five Miscellaneous Poems, Part III"
Qing • Wang Zhong
Zero dew gradually weeds, Cham Cham dynasty desires to be xi.
Sunrise on the corner of the road, the breeze blows my clothes.
Qin Chuan girl, tired of walking alone.
Zhu Yan was radiant and scorched in the morning light.
Embracing the pillar of faith, the encounter ended in doubt.
Do not hesitate to pay a thousand gold, why (a cause) to understand my words.
I didn't forgive my heart and failed in the middle of the sang.
"Spring Garden"
Qing • Ye Heqi
The cane toured the garden path, and the spring breeze blew my clothes.
The little bees are eager to dance, and the birds are still flying.
The green willow cage is densely smoked, and the green plum is rainy and fat.
The flowers are idle and idle, and they sit on the moss at will.