Modern Poetry of Stars 1 Stars
When I was a child,
The stars set off the bright moon in the night sky.
now
Stars are the accumulation of knowledge,
It is a beacon of dreams.
When I grow up,
The stars are the sweat of struggle,
It's happy laughter.
When I get old,
The stars are my thoughts for my distant mother.
It is my mother's devotion to me and her smile.
Mom, mom,
Stars, stars,
In my country, I respect you,
You look down on me in heaven,
We just looked at it,
Gradually,
I cried, silently crying.
And you smiled, smiling so naively. .....
Starry modern poem 2 "Light"
There was a saying in ancient times.
Time never wears away its will.
Heaven and earth are dull and time is slack.
On the moonlit night, the stars are shining high, and it is empty and sad.
Shake, shake, shake.
After the clouds, the wind changes, and each shows the sky.
Eventually, the rain will fall and the dust will disappear.
Qinglong means frank and straightforward, and the husband and wife are soft around their fingers.
Suzaku aspires to the sky and sinks in the Xuanwu Sea.
Keep your way and tell the truth.
The right way into the temple, evil spirits into hell.
Yin-Yang transformation is a genius.
In an era of peace and prosperity, people will live in peace.
Always read the way of sages and realize the opportunities of heaven and earth.
Anything can last as long as it circulates.
Today's meaningless civilization is the kindling of mankind.
Everything is ready, except the east wind!
The process of self-destruction witnessed the perfection of the theory.
Civilization is a positive portrayal of human beings.
Evil, the opposite exists.
Success or failure is right and wrong, the right way is evil, follow its path.
Our lives can be long or short, high or low.
Just looking for a job in the temple, but in order to survive in hell.
Each has his own life and does his own work.
Tian Xingjian, human beings should constantly strive for self-improvement.
I was born with a long smile ...
Sorrow and joy are in the world, and the sky is full of stars.
The loss is increasing day by day.
Eternal death lasts forever.
Compared with the sky, the fight is endless.
Modern poetry has three stars.
After dinner, go out for a walk,
Under the dim street lamp,
And sparse passers-by,
I think it's someone who went home.
Stars flow, moonlight is like water,
Beautiful night sky,
Melted people's hearts.
Quiet night,
Slow down everything,
Breathing becomes symmetrical,
Such as blood circulation,
It's all done slowly
Looking up at the stars,
Facing the moon, dreaming back to the Tang Dynasty,
Revisit the theme it missed,
And then pursue the kingdom of poetry,
Feelings have become higher;
Make a wish on a long-lost meteor,
Somehow,
Found that all wishes became simple and pure,
It seems that we are still the children who count the stars;
Staring at the North Star,
To find the direction of life,
Become suddenly enlightened.
Maybe you're still confused,
But no longer lost.
A passionate and brave force,
Accumulate in my heart.
After the night, another day,
A new day will be busy again.
When I went to Qiu Lai in spring, the years were seamless.
Every quiet night,
No matter where you are,
May your heart always be on.
Star Modern Poetry 4 "Those Children in idolize"
& lt me >
Those children in idolize envy the beauty of the Milky Way.
With bright dreams, they painted bright footprints for the Milky Way.
Those children in idolize are longing for the sound of falling into the sky.
They play the secrets of life for the galaxy with ethereal songs.
Those children who chase the stars are running in the dark.
They shoulder the sacred mission of the galaxy with their weak bodies.
Those children in idolize will also feel sad for the fading light.
With their firm steps, for the Milky Way, disperse the diffuse dark clouds.
& lt second >
Those children in idolize are stuck in a confused crowd.
Wipe away the tears of the rainbow for the galaxy with your residual strength.
Those children in idolize, looking back, are full of sadness and joy.
Say goodbye to the color-exhausted galaxy.
Those children in idolize recall their first meeting with each other over and over again.
They scattered broken glass at the Milky Way with pale eyes.
Those children in idolize, looking at the insurmountable distance under the stars.
With trembling hands, they buried the loudest voice in their hearts for the galaxy.
& lt third >
Those children who chase the stars, although they know the beauty of the night.
Still refused to stop, leaving a gap for the galaxy.
Those children in idolize leave their dreams in the longest season.
Although I know the horizon is close at hand, I still believe that the horizon is close at hand.
Those untraceable dreams, although left in the clouds, are also printed in each other's hearts.
This is our secret under the stars.