The poet Li Bai was in a foreign country, looking at the bright moon in the sky and chanting loudly: Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, and I suddenly remembered home; Wang Anshi, who was in the same boat with Li Bai, took a sip of wine, sighed and casually read: When will the bright moon shine on me when the spring breeze turns green in Jiang Nanan? Looking at a pen forest in the moonlight in the distance, Wang Wei also chanted: there is moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream; Su Shi bathed in the Mid-Autumn moonlight, filled every poet with wine, raised his glass and took a swig, chanting loudly: This night is not good in this life, where will I see the bright moon next year; Bai Juyi looked at the curved moon in the sky and read: poor September third night, dew is like a real pearl like a bow;