Cang Kejia's poem The Stars. First of all, the stars symbolize everyone, and "one's own aperture" is to show one's own light and explain the value of one's existence.
Cang Kejia (1905 10 2004 10 from October 8th to February 5th), a famous poet, was born in Zhucheng, Weifang, Shandong. He was once called Zang Wangyuan, but his pen names were Shao Quanlin and He Jia. Famous alumni of National Shandong University (now Shandong University and China Ocean University), students of Wen Yiduo, loyal patriots.
Stars. Author: Cang Kejia.
I like listening. People call stars stars.
The night sky is another world and the stars are its people. No one will crowd out anyone, and be close to each other.
They are so small that they have no names. They use their own aperture to tell their existence. Lift your face,
Towards the Milky Way, one, two, three, you count, oh, they are so many, so many. ...
Poems about stars:
Li Yu's sentence is morning glory all the way, in the yang of the river. Hey, Aunt Huang, overlook.
Li Shangyin's Miscellaneous Ballads and Li Furen's Song are not knotted, but two strands are knotted. White-haired people send black-haired people, and the moon doesn't teach stars to replace them.
Li Bai's 17 songs in Qiupu are lit with red stars all over the sky. On the night of the moon, copper smelters sang, and their songs resounded through the cold valley.
Twenty-three poems by Li Hema, this horse is extraordinary, and the house star is the star. Tap the fine bone forward, and it will bring its own copper sound.
The weaver girl by the Italian river in ancient Meng Jiao led the cowherd by the river. Never crossed the shallow water, but looked at each other from a distance.
At the end of the year, Bai Juyi hoped that the stars would turn frosty and gloomy. Autumn frost can spoil the color of everything, and winter is the most withered year of the four seasons. Smoke and waves are half exposed in the new sand, and birds are snowy. Looking at the dusk in the north and south, poverty and yin travel far, thinking about two boundless.
Huang Jingren yee huai like this star is not who stood in the middle of the night for the wind dew last night.
Xin Qiji's "Night Walk on the Xijiang River". There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and it rains before Zhongshan at two or three o'clock.