A bow of autumn moon modern poetry

In August, under the osmanthus tree.

I left the kiss on the goose yellow stamen and let it go with the wind.

A faint fragrance penetrated Qian Shan.

Let outsiders forget their homesickness.

A quiet heaven is like a faint moonlight.

How many people expect to melt deeply and silently.

Flowing in the silent mountains and rivers, flowing in the blink of an eye.

Chang 'e, what happened to the world? The world looked at her, expecting to find another one.

Looking for the trace of the man who is not around.

The moon is the merciful eye of God.

Sympathize with the people and comfort the waiting returnees.

Let the moonlight fall on my heart and carve it into permanent cinnabar.

Make a unique door for you with meaningful posture and heart.

Missing is a strange bone in the body.

There are necrotic protrusions and weird bends.

But with its unique morbid power, it destroys impermanence and despises vicissitudes of life.

Therefore, across the vast expanse, warp and weft can also face each other.

The bright moon still witnessed how many kinds of love and sadness in the world.

Silent company

More than all poetic persistence.

August is before autumn, and evening is after autumn.

The moon is high in the sky.

Finally, who will put the world in their hearts?