Modern poetry imitates the lyrics of Ai Qing's The Sun.

The tired moon is resting in the clouds, leaving only a few stars as if on sentry duty.

The moon hangs obliquely in the sky, smiling, and the stars are crowded with the milky way, flashing.

A full moon rises, like a bright lamp, hanging high in the sky.

The moon opened its eyes wide and looked kindly at the villages and fields, much like a polished copper plate.

The full moon is rising, and a soft smile appears on her silvery face.

The bright full moon has been lifted to the sky by the distant blue mountains.

The moon, round, is like a spinning wheel, spinning her romantic reverie.

At night, it's quiet. The full moon like a jade plate passes through the clouds, and the faint moonlight shines on the earth.

An apricot full moon climbed out of the mountain mouth and threw its reflection into the lake.

The full moon, like a yellow lantern, is held in the sky from the eastern horizon.