An ancient poem trying to express emotion through the sea.

Flowers on the river under the moonlight in spring

Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.

I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moon by the river!

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.

Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.

There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.

Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?

Life goes on from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue looks (only) similar year after year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.

The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.

Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?

Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.

The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.

At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.

Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.

Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.

In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.

The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.

I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.

Night view of Wanghailou

The waves came first, and there were piles of snow in front of the building.

Since then, you must go to see the Yinshan Mountain twenty times.

Crossing the wind and rain into the building is spectacular.

When the rain ebbs and flows, the sea is blue, and when the lightning flashes and thunders, the purple snake is chosen.

The castle peak breaks the tower, and people call from the other shore.

The autumn wind on the river is late, in order to spread the bell and drum to Xixing.

Who is burning Ye Xiang downstairs? Yu Sheng's sadness begins.

There are guests singing autumn fans in the breeze, but no one in Yue Bai sees evening makeup.

Shahe lights shine on the mountains, and songs and drums laugh.

To ask whether the young people have a heart, the horn towel is like Peng.

Once I was thirsty for wine and swallowed the sea, and I was crazy about poetry several times.