The moon is always bright.
Whether it's round.
It is still an octant.
Or a semicircle.
Or moth eyebrows
Still bow-shaped.
Whether it's silver or bright
Whether it's temporary yellowing
Or hazy.
Like mountains and rivers.
She is particularly beautiful.
There are mountains and hills on the moon.
There are osmanthus trees
There are immortals such as Chang 'e and WU GANG.
Toad and rabbit.
The moon has endless legends.
The moon has endless fairy tales.
The moon is high in the sky and shining on the earth.
moonlit night
The sky and the earth are beautiful.
Mountains, rivers, trees, flowers and buildings on the ground.
In the moonlight than in the daytime.
More beautiful and mysterious.
People on the ground are under the moon.
Or work or love or walk.
Or chat or drink or recite poems.
The children are singing.
The moon bent a boat.
Moon, moon, come with me. those
Children's songs about the moon
Catch chickens with eagles.
Games like hide-and-seek
The moon belongs to all eyes.
The moon belongs to everyone's heart.
The moon, beautiful people's eyes.
The moon warms the heart.
If there is no moon
Half the night.
What is it like?
And what system is the universe?
At all ages
No one doesn't love the moon.
There is no one who doesn't like watching the moon.
I don't know. A madman who has lost his mind.
Don't you like the moon?
Even if it is
That's just because he's crazy.
It does not harm the sanctity and brightness of the moon at all.
Unfortunately, today.
An invasion of the moon is taking place.
The "top" among human beings who master high technology.
Has begun to pollute the moon.
There are even more unscrupulous people who confuse people.
what to say
In order to ensure the safety of the earth
We must blow up the moon.
I lack the speech status and influence to condemn such people.
But I dare to predict
Once the survival of the moon reaches its most dangerous moment.
The universe will roar at mankind.
That must be more powerful than human high technology at any time.
Moon of Modern Poetry 2: Happy Eyes
It's more like smiling and bending the corners of your mouth.
A few stars in the sky
It's the broken foam you spit out
You stand in the night sky of dedication
Take out a small silver hook.
The sound of hanging firecrackers
And the blessing of the whole world.
The clock struck midnight.
Who is cheering and who is shouting?
The happiness of the earth
Bathe in your intoxicated Yin Hui.
The dawn of the new year has come.
You're still jumping and flashing.
A thorn that jumps out of an eardrop
20xx years of beauty flashed out.
The modern poetry of the moon is like the ubiquitous air.
Although everyone is involved.
But as the master of all things, time
Put me and the living scenery.
Rent it to the whole world, but no one told me
For whom the sky is born, and for whom the spring is autumn.
Who knows the depth of spring?
Who is my dream girl?
Humans are enough for me to love all my life.
Now I want to love you.
It is said that national dignity and personality are father-son relationships.
Love and marriage
Is the relationship between leather shoes and cloth shoes.
I'll worry you tonight.
Let you never be lonely again.
You sleep and you dream.
Can your sleep make me sleep?
Let me dream your dream, too.
Sleep until 100 years old.
Dream for your next life.
Bloom like a flower on my path.
But as a Chinese rose,
I can blow away the sadness of the times.
But I can't brag about your blue figure.
The most worrying thing in the world is flowers.
Now my heart has been confiscated by you.
In your present life and afterlife.
I will take the initiative to be happy and feel sad.
Come on, let's get married.
I have prepared a beautiful spring for you.
Modern Poetry of the Moon 4 Smoke in the City
Dirty Bai Yue in the sky
The moon jumped into a river in the mountain village.
Wake up a group of sleeping waterfowl.
Escape to the tree
Dare not make a sound.
I wash the moon in the river.
As if washing an ancient white porcelain.
River water and moonlight
Beautifully interwoven into warm milk
Open my long hair
Like a curious fish.
Swimming on the wet moon .......
Accidentally, the pebble slipped me.
Broke my beloved white porcelain
In an instant, it broke into scales and shone all over the river.
I screamed in fear.
Hurriedly fled to shore.
I sat on a stone on the shore.
Vaguely heard the crying of the baby in the village.
And a woman's gentle caress.
There has been a commotion in the river for some time.
Slowly restored calm.
Look up and find the answer
There is a wet moon in the sky.
The bathed moon is tender, like a baby's skin.
Water drops roll on it, dripping
Wet the trees where birds live.
Moonlight bookmarks on every page
I can read my own name.
And the names of my future children.
Tonight, I found a fluffy cloud.
Cut the moon a comfortable nightgown.
In my dream, someone saw me washing the moon in the river. ......
Modern Poetry of the Moon: The Story of Five moons
The moon is a shadow at first, looking for your body.
She came to the surface, and the fish in the water laughed at her darkness.
She came to the shade, and the cicadas in the tree despised her weakness.
She came to the beach and the crab on the beach cut her heart.
She came to the mountains, and the sparrows in the mountains chattered and didn't listen to her.
She came to the desert, and the thirst in the desert bared her teeth and killed her.
She escaped, escaped, escaped, and came to the end of the desert.
This is a sea.
The sea shows fierce light.
Roll up the waves and devour her soul.
She ran, ran, ran when she couldn't move.
She faced everything in this silent melancholy.
Prepare to be buried inside.
Bubble, gloomy
She sinks, sinks
I think I've been looking for it for a long time
He didn't show up either.
A beam of sunshine reached out and grabbed her.
Drag her out of the sea.
She flew into the air.
Fly to the sky
light
Turned into the moon
Found his own body.
That's the sun.
Modern Moon Poetry 6. I like watching the moon on 15.
She's at the border.
Shining in my hometown, too
The mountains and rivers in my hometown have nurtured me and made me strong and healthy.
Teach me to study hard and think hard.
Strive to make progress
Border pass furnace exercises my iron bones and soft intestines,
Let me defend the border and serve my country.
Infinite glory
The kindness of my hometown elders
Remember for life
The love of frontier comrades-in-arms
Changji xinshang
I like listening to the fifteenth moon.
She is witty and elegant.
Full of passion
In that cold mountain canyon
I used to lie on the ice and walk through the snow.
Patrol and stand guard
Under the scorching sun of Yuanye Poliang.
She was sweating like a pig.
Sow hope
She is filial to her parents and raises her children.
Endless kindness
I defend the border and do my duty for my country.
An min xing bang
I like the moon on the fifteenth.
Love to raise my beautiful hometown more.
I love the mountains and rivers of my motherland.
I prefer the uniform she wears.
I love the beauty of my wife.
Loving her more can share my sadness.
I love the handsomeness of my comrades.
Love him more and have the responsibility to defend our country.
Look at the starry sky
Nailed to the moon
Please send my love and thoughts.
Bring it to comrades-in-arms
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And the old people in my hometown.
Friends and peers
May everything go well.
To be happy, live long, healthy and peaceful
The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming. Let's practice the eight central regulations, no gifts, no moon cakes, no fruit baskets and a poem. I wish you all happiness.
Modern Poetry of the Moon 7 Clumsy Penguins
The curved moon gives birth to hills.
I'm afraid weeds will waste her.
Wave a hoe in your hometown.
Deeply plough the lunar soil
The shallow moon hangs in the treetops.
I'm afraid the hurricane will blow her away.
Use father's reins.
Tie her firmly to the treetop.
The full moon falls on my window.
I'm afraid the moon is frosted.
Pick up mother's needle and thread.
Sew her a thin and tight dress.
Modern Poetry of the Moon: August is bright, the moon
How many clouds are there below you?
All human feelings
Humans use your form.
Lack of a garden
Selfish propaganda on earth
You go, I go.
Who created heaven and earth?
spring,summer,autumn and winter
Everything grows on the sun.
Glow at night, glow at night
But let you represent sadness.
The moon is walking in the sky.
I swim at the bottom.
Living in the long river of years
Always feel the warmth of moonlight, that night
You are spreading the energy of the sun.
Illuminate people's hearts
Moon, moon
The whole world has long known.
Without dark forces, the earth can't survive.
But someone is determined to shape your cold face
Sadness is written on your face.
It does not damage the image of the star at all.
Modern Poetry Moon 9 Tides (Wang Jiaxin)
In the moonlight
The sea surges with the tide of love.
The closer the moon is to the earth.
The more the sea churns.
Layer after layer of tides.
Rush to the beach.
Trying to find ......
The moon blushed with shame.
-although the sea didn't.
Gently suck her lips.
sea
Just from the flow of the moon
Got a deep motivation.
The snow-white tide of love
A quarrel began.
One row fell down again.
-So back and forth.
Life and growth in nature
However, to get close to the moon.
But it's impossible.
-The sea knows this.
So I put the beautiful image of the moon
Was quietly taken back to the bottom of the sea.
Like a shell that breeds pearls.
Sandwich a grain of sand.
Then close it tightly.
-Only open to tidal observers.
Leave an eternal mystery
This is silence.
It's acquiescence again
Modern Poetry of the Moon 10 Vase, Moon (Ouyang He Jiang)
When the vase was taken from my hand, it didn't interfere with summer.
It thinks it can enter more bodies from my absence,
But I have never been anywhere except the moon.
Love in the moonlight is misfortune.
Have we ever had such a loving yesterday?
The moon is an elegant representation of the dead.
When it shines, it seems that many flowers stand on tiptoe.
I saw these flowers, these almost immortal flowers.
Girder, but I can't name it.
The vase expresses intuition,
It makes the moon in the wrong view open underwater.
There, flowers swept in like fire.
The vase in the body fell down and the bones turned into music.
Night has come before the end of the song.
This is just one of the many nights of profit and loss.
The uneasiness of the soul flutters on the shoulders.
When I am old, I am addicted to the nostalgia for the sad cafe.
Tears are mixed with glass and scenery,
Broken with an inaudible sound.
None of the satellites we once lived in survived,
All the vases we touched with our hands fell off.
Tell me, what else is complete?