Li Bai's ancient poems on Mid-Autumn Festival include: I didn't know the moon when I was a child, so I called it a white jade plate.

I also suspect that Yao Taijing is flying beyond the white clouds.

Immortals drop their feet, and osmanthus trees form a group.

The white rabbit smashed the medicine and asked who to eat with.

The white rabbit is not an old panacea. Can you tell me who eats it?

Toads eat the full moon, the moon, the moon is so dark, I don't know.

After Yi shot down nine suns, the paradise on earth was clear and quiet.

No matter how worried you are, sadness will destroy your heart.