Modern poetry in the night sky 1 bright starry sky
Shining starry sky
Like sand in the desert.
I can't count them.
Gaze at the night
Every star
These are all gems.
Bright starry sky
Like a swarm of fireflies.
Everyone has their own dreams.
I lie on the grass at night.
Count the stars in the sky
Enjoy the peace of the night.
Modern Poetry of Night Sky 2 Night Sky
Tonight, the lights went out one by one.
My eyes are still wide open, looking at the distant sky.
Didn't see the stars
The tall buildings in the city were cut into geometric patterns for my appreciation.
The dim light of the street lamp creates a deep atmosphere at night.
Very quiet, very quiet.
This is not a sleepless night.
There is nothing disturbing.
I am awake and happy.
The occasional whizzing of car engines and the sound of planes flying by.
The noise of a few people's activities also makes me not lonely.
Ears are like elves given by night.
Its unique aura brings me breathing at night.
The cities are sleeping.
I really appreciate its sleeping position.
I know the best background music at this time is silence.
If you have to say anything to match it.
I guess it's a piano.
Just like I would say that the guitar sounds best in the sun.
I have imagined countless times that when I was lying in bed, I could see the night sky in the distance.
This day has finally arrived.
Hee hee, how can I sleep?
At the moment, my heart carries the bright moonlight.
Night soothes the body.
The big crib makes me toss and turn.
What could be more important than this moment?
I suddenly thought of Alice.
It turns out that silence can make people miss, but it is not warm and urgent.
Like clear and thin running water, it is unstoppable.
We don't want music.
I'm afraid that kind of deep thinking will haunt Beethoven's mind.
I'm afraid this blank night will turn into a music review.
It's amazing. There is an echo.
This is the beauty of the night.
The whole city is a valley.
I wonder if there will be an echo of that loud noise in my heart.
Let's just say it exists.
My nerves are tense every minute.
I can feel it's happy.
It's that kind of pleasure, but it's not violence
It's time to end, or I don't know where it will spread.
I hope tomorrow will still be so energetic.
good night
Modern Poetry of Night Sky 3 Night Sky
Been gone for a long time.
Tired of walking
My heart will be uneasy.
Under the night sky
The moon is hanging high.
The icy moonlight
Touched my heart again.
A vague mountain in the distance
But you
Get in my way
Staring at my hometown
Modern Poetry in the Night Sky Four Nights in the Sky
What caught your attention was that.
A night sky soaked with ink
There are countless stars on the post.
Plus the bright moonlight
Breeze blowing
Welcome fireflies to chase around
It's really poetic
Bathed in all kinds of light
A cold current welled up in my heart, surging
Unable to stop
When the moon is full of yin.
Can you fill it up?
Look up at the height of the moon
Everyone has it.
A lofty ideal, a lofty goal
I can't imagine it at all
When you jump from a canyon to a cliff
The stream is still flowing in the ocean.
The night sky of the universe is everywhere.
But the human sky has no size.
In contrast, it proves to be inferior.
Fireflies follow its light.
Pursue its Excellence everywhere
Run around and relax.
The whole night sky is surrounded by it.
Make it beautiful and flawless
daydreamer
Modern Poetry in the Night Sky 5 The Moon in the Night Sky
Narunyue
Cry calmly in the water
Narunyue
Quietly waiting for a quiet night.
Narunyue
Still looking at that group of infatuated haze.
Stay there
Always waiting
Missing pedestrian
There will always be on the rocks next to the clear spring and under the pine leaves.
Beautiful image (of a woman)
Cicada with silver wings is playing.
Play the harpsichord with accompaniment
Narunyue
True and noble
The soft light disturbed the night sky.
Spin around in the mountains
Narunyue
foolish
On the concrete slab, I remember every flaw.
The moon in the night sky
Or does it just look like it?
Delayed winter
The footsteps in winter are very light, very light.
Brush a few white clouds gently.
There are no flying snowflakes, but who knows the tears of snowflakes?
Watch the world, with the bright moon.
A wisp of breeze, after years of parting.
About the years of fishing
You are a fish and I am a tear.
In this late winter
You are on the street corner, I am in a dream.
Gray shed melancholy tears and kept a diary.
With a flick of a finger, the fallen leaves have turned to dust.
Gently rippling
Time flies like water.
The lingering worry seems to have no return.
You are late. You should come with you in winter.
The world of mortals is boundless, and you are in heaven.
A song "No Return" is for you.