Ancient poems describing the moon

Wang Wei: I didn't see the goose feet in my hometown, but the crescent moon vomited moths and eyebrows.

Don Zhang: The spring tide is here, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.

Tao Jin Yuanming: In spring and autumn, there are many strange peaks in Xia Yun. The autumn moon is bright, and the winter ridge is lonely and loose.

Don Li He: The desert is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook.

Song Yan Dao Ji: At that time, Mingyue was there and she had gone home according to the colorful clouds.

Don Liu Yuxi: Dongting was born in the middle of the autumn lake, and the waves are like molten gold.

Ouyang Xiu of Song Dynasty: On the moon, the willows shoot, and people meet after dusk.