Good Night Poem: White Moonlight
It wasn’t until,
the whole season passed,
that I remembered in a daze,
Broken thoughts,
are gone,
only the most bitter drop remains.
If,
the pain of autumn wind,
can stop breathing,
then,
Who will be there after many years?
Will still be there,
searching through the vegetation all autumn,
for the news that was lost at some time.
If,
you are just not careful,
your mind is buried in ink,
then,
I promise you,
wake up,
that bad injury,
will never be traced again.
Time turns the corner,
Suddenly,
becomes quiet,
You can hear the sound of leaves falling,
Behind a flash of light and shadow,
spins into a cheerful flower.
Thoughts,
have lost weight over the years,
The vicissitudes of life have left traces every month,
I just hide my smile temporarily,
Wait in your heart,
The haze will no longer rise,
Only the original intention has no regrets,
Through wind and rain,
Still the same beauty. A good sentence to describe the moonlight, the moonlight diffuses quietly
1. The thinness of the moonlight, the brightness of the moonlight, and the softness of the moonlight are all so appropriate and warm, and I have always liked the moonlight night scene. Hobby ever since.
2. The moonlight is like water, the moonlight is like a painting, the moonlight is like a poem, and the moonlight is like a song. I love the moonlight as crystal clear as water, I love the moonlight as beautiful as a painting, and I love the moonlight as timeless as poetry and song.
3. The round moon is proudly emitting soft moonlight. There was a kind and gentle smile on her round face, and she looked at the earth quietly. A few thin gray clouds lingered in the soft moonlight, and the river that had been running all day calmed down. The moon is reflected on the river. When the evening breeze blows, the waves sparkle. The entire wide-mouthed river is like a moon mirror, like a piece of pure white jade, like a ribbon studded with precious stones. The moonlight shines on the house, shrouding the earth like smoke and fog, covering the ground with a thick layer of white dew, and covering the crops with a veil of dreams.
4. The quiet night, the faint moonlight, and a few green bamboos are cut into a picture by the small windows, and what they outline is the beauty of freeze-frame. I was rippling in the beautiful picture of moonlight and enjoying it.
5. It is late at night and the bright moon hangs high. Pieces of moonlight, gently falling down, sprinkled on the eaves, sprinkled on the river, sprinkled on the ancient tower towering into the night sky, sprinkled on the wall with hanging vines. There was no one on the path paved with bluestones, letting the moonlight shine through, giving off little bits of silver light. In a quaint house, many people were busy gathering together. Through the door, dazzling figures could be seen looming, and there was an unsettling atmosphere in the air. This was a sign of the coming storm.
6. The moonlight is gentle, gentle, like a wisp of breeze squeezing in through the crack of the door; like a mother's hands caressing her child; like a veil on an angel's body. The surroundings were quiet and quiet, and I seemed to hear my own "pounding" heartbeat. There is no hustle and bustle of the world, no worldly worries, only my own tranquility.
7. The surroundings are very quiet, as if you can hear the sound of moonlight falling, quiet and beautiful. Under the moonlight, there are no delicate flowers, no green leaves, no warmth of May, but only coldness, bleakness, and silence. But it looks gentle because of the moonlight. Under the blue sky, it is surprisingly dazzling and dazzling. It seems like a magnificent gem, the snowflakes are falling to the ground, the feathers of the white bird are like cicada wings...
8. Moonlight, quiet moonlight, the creatures in the mountains and forests are at peace because of your touch. "The bright trees shine among the pines, and the clear springs flow up the rocks." It is conceivable that in the quiet mountain forest, wisps of milky white soft moonlight pass through the clusters of pine needles and fall on the bright pebbles in the tinkling small spring. Those "ding-dong" sounds powerfully hit the hearts of living beings, accompanied by the moonlight flowing down. They will always be the sounds of nature that cannot be composed, and they will always be the masterpieces that cannot be made. Any inanimate color will be There is no way to interpret the life of the moonlight. We can only open our minds and accept the gentle whispers of the moonlight. Silence is better than sound at this time.
9. The moonlight passed through the shade of the trees, leaking out the glittering jade fragments all over the ground. The moon is like a big jade plate, shining moonlight on everyone's face. It feels so comfortable and soft on everyone's face! The bright moon quietly opened its eyes from the eastern sky, like a naughty child. Walking through every house as a guest at night, gently touching people's bedrooms while they sleep, caressing their faces.
The moon is as bright as the day and the moon is caged in light gauze, making people relaxed and happy - the moonlight is like water and the moonlight is charming. I stared at the moon in a trance. The moon is so beautiful. Can I sit on a spaceship and travel through space? Can I meet Chang'e and Wu Gang? Can I play with the Jade Rabbit?
10. The moonlight is always mixed with the flavor of longing and nostalgia. Those wandering travelers can wander in rivers and lakes, endure the hardships of wandering, and drink away their sorrows, but they can't let go of the feelings that the moonlight brings to them. The clear moonlight touched their heartstrings inadvertently. Therefore, the free and uninhibited Li Bai would sing: looking up at the bright moon, looking down at his hometown. Therefore, the heroic and unrestrained Su Shi is no match for the sorrow of "broken hearts every year, moonlit nights, and short pine trees." Therefore, Lin Qingxuan is also willing to warm a pot of moonlight and drink wine, and get drunk in the haze. They treasure the moonlight and this sultry song that will last forever, because only the moonlight can understand their voices.
11. The moonlight spreads quietly, dancing on the fingertips of the wind at night. The past is worth recalling: On this night when the moonlight was like water and sky, I sighed deeply by the window. To experience that indescribable mood...
12. The moonlight is like an exciting melody, an eternal swan song in the poet's heart. The moonlight is like a pot of sweet sake. The longer it brews, the more intoxicating agarwood it becomes. Moonlight is like a confidant, listening to the whispers of your heart and giving you the most sincere advice.
13. The moonlight is the most beautiful in the world, and the apple tree is the most beautiful in the village. The moonlight shining on the apple tree is the encounter of beauty and beauty, the collision of extreme and infinite, and the most beautiful thing in the world. The birth of something beautiful. It can even be said that if the moonlight is female, the apple tree is of course male. Then the apple orchard under the moonlight is a small warm home, like an excellent man and a beautiful woman walking together to form a happy home. A happy home.
14. Intoxicated under the moonlight, but also thinking under the moonlight; melancholy under the moonlight, also sighing under the moonlight; wandering under the moonlight, also chanting under the moonlight; walking alone under the moonlight, also Silent under the moonlight. Looking back and around, I realized that it was deserted and no one was with me. It seemed lonely and desolate, but I didn't know that the soft moonlight was like a passionate and considerate woman, who walked into my heart.
15. The moon is coming out soon. The moon was still far away, but behind the horizon it seemed to rise from a dark abyss. A faint light rimmed the treetops surrounding the high slope, like the rim of a goblet. The silhouettes of these treetops reflected in the dim light became darker and darker every minute.
16. The fog dissipated, and the silver moonlight covered the vast beach like a proud and dazzling widow's mourning dress. There is not a single boat on the river, and not even a trace of microwave can be seen. In the middle of the river and on the banks, there is silence everywhere. This tranquility is like the endless peace that death brings to the suffering patients.
17. The silvery moonlight shines on the ground, and there are mournful cries of crickets everywhere. The fragrance of night filled the air, weaving into a soft net, covering all the scenery inside. Everything that the eyes come into contact with is covered with this soft net. No matter whether it is a plant or a tree, it is not as realistic as it is in the daytime. They all have a vague and illusory color, and each one hides its meticulousness. Every point keeps its secrets, giving people a dreamlike feeling.
18. The night has just darkened, and the thick fog is spreading, creating a calm and peaceful night. The white fog is dyed golden under the light of the soft moonlight and street lamps. Under the moonlight, the leaves rustled, as if they were playing a "Moonlight Song", graceful and poignant, deep and beautiful, and the beating notes seemed to jump out of the hazy moonlight, making it so exciting. People are intoxicated.
19. All things in the world are created by God and are all harmonious, but the moon is different. The moon has its own character, with its waxing and waning phases. The charm and charm of the moon are reflected here. . Why does the moon need to compete for glory? Her purpose is to make the night no longer scary and bring warmth and light to people!
20. The moonlight is soft, soft, like newly washed satin, like the dripping skin of a baby. At this time, the clear light falling from the high-rise buildings, the orange lights slipping out of the small windows, and the elegant moonlight formed a wonderful work. No wonder even the great poet Li Bai wanted to "raise a glass to the bright moon". The clear bright moon calmed the pain, fatigue and anger and made them fall asleep; the moonlight dissolved the hatred, desire and incomprehension and made them disappear. The moonlight made the arrogance of the successful and the inferiority of the loser at the same time. In a dream, it has a tolerant heart!
21. Moonlight, the cold moonlight, has placed so many people’s melancholy, so many people’s wishes, so many people’s thoughts, and so many people’s sorrows.
"The smoke cage is cold, the water is caged, the moon is caged in the sand", the moonlight is misty, can't you bear to see the coming destruction of the country and the family? "You should feel the cold moonlight when you sing at night." Is the moonlight cold because you are not accompanied by your beloved? "Toast a glass to the bright moon, and make three people in the shadows." I am so lonely that I have to invite the bright moon to have a drink. Is this loneliness? Is "May you live forever and travel thousands of miles to meet the beautiful lady"? Is this the best wish for people?
22. The moonlight in autumn is indifferent and quite flawless. It looks even more elegant and noble in the quiet night, but I still see the melancholy and sadness revealed in the moonlight from time to time. Maybe it's because I'm too far away from the world of mortals, or maybe it's because I've been lonely for a long time. Although I look high in the sky, my soul is so empty and lonely, which makes me so melancholy and dull.
23. Along the way, the moonlight poured through the branches on the roadside without reservation. When I raised my head, I still saw the kind and gentle face of the moon, and I felt that my whole body and mind were enveloped by the moon. Wrapped, it no longer feels cold. The steps also became brisk, and the old ladies in front chatted and laughed heartily from time to time. I heard they went to dance in the square in front! I haven’t felt this way for a long time, so I fell in love with the winter moonlight and the winter mood.
24. The night is deep, the bamboos outside the window have become silent silently, the wind has long gone away, the moonlight is still faint, falling silently, and at this time, when I glance , suddenly saw the clouds hiding in the distance under the moonlight: silently, quietly crying, but not falling.
25. I walked under the moonlight and strolled along the garden paths. The wind sang softly, and the soft moonlight reproduced Su Shi's open-mindedness at that time, "the courtyard is as clear as water and empty". The moonlight is so beautiful in his heart. Is the silver moonlight enlightening us that open-mindedness is a kind of beauty? Didn’t he also say, ‘I don’t know what year it was in the palace in the sky? ’ Does it also imply that time is fleeting and we should cherish it? Good night poem: I miss you in a poem
Stories in time
Singing an immortal legend
A piece of the past
Annihilation in the rush of that year
In order to meet you
I crossed the twenty-four bridges on a moonlit night
Copying a poem again and again
Just for, just for a whisper that knows how to whisper in my ear
I copied your name with words
Engraved the name together
Then all the shallow relationships will be profound
If the spring sunset ends
Then my piece of poetry
I will sing it just for you
When the memory is stranded on the desert beach
The emptied mind has become peaceful
If the wind outside the window blows the sadness in the heart
The longing in the mind will It will not overflow into disasters
The poems in May have not yet dried
A piece of poetry is a love letter
A faint fragrance is a whispered love message
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And I draw my heart
Draw a concentric circle for you
Just so that I can have an address to convey my thoughts
The wind and the flowers bring the fragrance
I miss you in a poem
When spring comes
I don’t care too much
I just look at a flower Find your direction in Kaili
Words, copy stroke by stroke
Heart, stick to it wholeheartedly
I don’t care much
The meaning of smeared ink
I only care
There are traces of you in the fragrance of ink
Spring is getting older
Poem in May The note is still hesitating on the tip of the pen
What the hands are holding is an inch of coolness on the fingertips
It is not just the ancient stories that sit in the time
There is also the moss The edge of blooming flowers
If! You and I still rub shoulders at the intersection
At that time, the love is deep and the fate is shallow
The fate gathers and the fate falls apart, we turn around and forget.
A piece of poetry spreads in May
A wisp of flowers is deep in the heart
Touching the temperature of a flower
Poems about May Day in the world
Forever blooming on the branches
The deep love written down
will always be the sonorous and powerful testimony of the pen tip. Good night poems: Qiu Jian, Water Patterns, Remember
Autumn Notes
One
We met at an extremely early time
A morning with whiter flowers than jasmine,
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Earlier than the thin purple wings of hibiscus flowers
You may have forgotten because it was too early
I ask you to remember slowly, slowly
Open and search slowly, I am
You are the earliest and cry the most
Rose
Two
The earliest It is precocious
or childish love, conveyed in poetry
Easy to bury but not easy to die, burn it
to ashes and scatter it in the wind< /p>
Will be resurrected and reunited twenty years later
Take shape and fly with tears
Three
If you promise again
There is nothing I can do about it
I have no choice but to do anything
Ah, please tell me
Let the wind and sand blow away
All the leaves of the trees, the seeds of the flowers
And the unbearable butterfly wings
If you are determined to miss it
I am helpless and sorry
p>Let me immediately become
a withered and cut off rose
a water pattern
I suddenly thought of you
But it’s not you after the disaster, you after all the flowers have fallen
Why are the crowds, if they have a direction
they all move in the direction of dispersion
Why are there thousands of lanterns? Thank you, the light cannot flow to you
The innocent first day was like a small grass
Then the green grassland turned into a wasteland
All the vegetation was burned : You use thousands of moments of love
Maybe I should only carve you out of glass
Instead of deep meditation
Maybe you should have told me earlier I
No matter where I am, there is no palace or statue of gods
I suddenly think of you, but it is not you at this moment
No longer shining brightly, no longer Splendid
Not in the most beautiful dream, in the most beautiful dream
Suddenly remembered
But the sadness is slight
Like the shore The boat
The water pattern on the side of the boat
Remember
If, if you said it to me
One sentence after another
Innocent words
When I wake up in the morning
I remember it
My youth
Simple things
p>If you said
Sentence by sentence
Shallowly and deeply
Yun Feixueluo's words
Concern is Ask
And sometimes
Concerned
Yes
Don’t ask
If there is no news
Just like being quiet after a shipwreck
The sea is actually also
Quietly remembering
If it is the end of summer
The beginning of autumn
I wrote it once or twice
Obscure words
Alluding to the accidental
Like accidental
Falling Rain
——Also remember