A modern poem about a short moon
Ah, moon, you climb into the sky,
What a sad step!
You look pale,
You are speechless, silent!
Why, even at high altitude,
Busy Cupid still uses his arrow?
Really, if those discerning eyes clearly know love,
So you have signs of love:
I saw the clue,
From your sad expression.
Even out of friendship,
Please tell me, moon,
Is it full of eternal love,
Just lack the wisdom to grow up?
Are the beautiful women there narcissistic?
No different from us.
Do they want love,
Lovers laugh at others for falling in love?
How do they view love,
Do you call heartlessness noble?
Modern short moon poems II
At night,
I looked at the window,
The stars winked at me,
Seems to be trying to persuade me to sleep.
Woke up and didn't fall asleep,
The moon is smiling at me.
In the morning,
I looked at the window,
Father Sun came out,
The sun shines on me,
It seems that I am afraid of wetting the bed.
At night,
I looked at the window,
Sun's father is going to get off work,
He returned to his home in the west,
Soon, he was gone,
The moon and stars are working again.
In the dream,
I looked at the window,
Watch the sun, the moon and the stars and chat together.
however
The real sun, stars and moon,
Although they are colleagues,
But,
They've never met each other,
Maybe,
August 15,
They will meet when they change shifts.
Then say hello to each other.