Self-written poems about celestial bodies include but are not limited to:
1. Meteor (Author: Ma Chenghao):
In the beginning,
I am just a stone,
People’s eyes always turn to,
The Cowherd,
The Weaver Girl,
or Sirius,
I accumulated strength every night,
grew my wings,
Finally I flew,
I flew to Space,
flying to the earth,
flying into people's field of vision,
Wow, look at the shooting stars!
They screamed,
made wishes,
This was the last sound I heard,
but it was also the most beautiful sound.
2. Stars (Author: Yin Yubo):
One by one,
Sparkling,
Stars, < /p>
Scattered,
Like a curtain,
The sky,
Dear friend,
Please tell me I,
who,
broke the shiny glass
into pieces,
spread it in a big ball - a big ball Yes,
on black wool.
3. Milky Way (author unknown):
On summer nights,
I always like to walk by the river,
That The silver disk-like moon
and the sparse but extremely shining stars
are reflected in the river,
a breeze blows,
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The small river really turned into a sparkling Milky Way.
The dancing shadows of the trees on the river bank and the lively sound of frogs in the river,
bring up countless joys in my heart.
The colors of the stars and moon on April and July 7th (author unknown):
The night is changing, and the stars are rising and falling.
It is an encounter, a reunion, who can say?
The night is like water, and the moonlight is still beautiful.
The stars are as bright as flowing water.
The night is cold. Although the moonlight is as beautiful as a fairy,
it is as cold as frost.
The stars meet at night, and the magpies build a bridge to meet each other.
I only wish that time would stop at this moment.
Thinking in the night, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are connected heart to heart,
So what if they are thousands of miles apart?
Sighing in the night, the sigh of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl,
But May the future be long.
Singing at night, the leaves are floating, the sound is like a song,
Singing joys and sorrows.