Appreciation of the classic poem "Crescent Moon: Source Pole"
Sleep that flits through a baby's eyes-does anyone know where it comes from? Yes, there is a rumor that it lives in a fairy tale village in the shadow of a forest lit by fireflies, where two shy and charming flower buds hang. From there it kisses the baby's eyes.
The smile that flashes on the baby's lips when he sleeps-does anyone know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale crescent beam touches the edge of a disappearing autumn cloud, and a smile was first born in a dream of a dew-washed morning-a smile that flashes on a baby's lips when he sleeps.
The sweet, soft and fresh breath on the baby's limbs-does anyone know where it has been hidden for so long? Yes, when the mother is a young girl, it lies in the mystery of gentle and silent love that permeates her heart-sweet, soft freshness has blossomed on the baby's limbs.
Flying to the sleep where the baby's eyes stay, who knows where it comes from? Yes, it is said that it lives in an elf village deep in the forest, where the glow of fireflies shines, where two shy buds hang, and from there, it flies to kiss the baby's eyes.
When the baby is asleep, his lips will smile. Does anyone know where it was born? Yes, it is said that the youthful light of the new moon touched the edge of the dying autumn cloud, so the smile was born in the morning dream of dew bathing? When the baby falls asleep, a smile will flash on his lips.
The sweet and tender fresh breath blooms in the baby's limbs. Who knows where it has been hidden for a long time? Yes, when my mother was a girl, it was already lurking in her heart, lurking in the mystery of tenderness and silence of love? The sweet and tender fresh breath blooms in the baby's limbs.
Appreciation of Classical Poems of Crescent Moon by the Sea
On the seashore of endless world, children get together.
The children gathered at the seaside of the boundless world.
The boundless sky overhead is still, and the restless water is noisy. On the seashore of endless world, children meet with laughter.
The vast sky is still overhead, and the endless sea is surging under your feet. The children gathered at the seaside of the vast world and cheered.
They build houses with sand. They play with empty shells. They weave boats out of dead leaves and let them float on the vast deep sea with a smile. Children are playing on the seashore of the world.
They build houses with sand and play with empty shells. They weave boats with fallen leaves and let them float in the deep sea with a smile. Children are playing on the seashore of their own world.
They don't know how to swim. They don't know how to cast nets. Pearl pickers dive for pearls, businessmen sail by boat, and children collect pebbles and scatter them again. They don't look for hidden treasures. They don't know how to cast nets.
They don't know how to swim. They don't know how to cast a net. Pearl pickers dive for pearls, businessmen sail on boats, but children pick up pebbles and throw them away. They don't look for treasures. They don't know how to cast nets.
The sea is surging with a smile, and the smile on the beach is pale. The deadly waves sang meaningless songs to the children, even like a mother rocking a baby's cradle. The sea is playing with children, and the smile on the beach is pale.
The sea stirred the waves with a smile, but the smile on the beach was dim. Dangerous waves sang meaningless songs to the children, as if the mother was humming and rocking her baby to sleep. The sea is playing with children, and the smile on the beach is dim.
On the seashore of endless world, children get together. Storms wander in the pathless sky, ships are wrecked in trackless water, death is spreading everywhere, and children are playing. On the seashore of endless world, it is a great gathering for children.
The children gathered at the seaside of the boundless world. Storms roar in the vast sky, ships are silent in the boundless sea, death is approaching, but children are playing. On the seashore of the world, there is a grand meeting for children.
Appreciation of Classical Poems of A Crescent Moon Collection Home
I walked alone across the field, and the sunset hid its last gold like a miser.
I was walking alone across the field, and the sunset hid its last gold like a miser.
Sunlight sinks deeper and deeper into the darkness, and the lonely land that has been harvested lies quietly.
The day fell into deeper darkness, and the lonely field that had been harvested lay there quietly.
Suddenly, a boy's shrill voice resounded through the sky. He walked through the invisible darkness, leaving the footprints of his songs through the silence of the evening.
A boy's shrill voice suddenly sounded in the sky. He walked through the invisible darkness, leaving traces of his singing in the silence of dusk.
His village is at the end of the wasteland, beyond the sugarcane field, hidden in the shadows of banana trees, slender betel nuts, cocoa trees and dark green jackfruit trees.
His rural hometown is located on the desolate edge, behind the sugarcane fields, hiding in the shadow of banana trees, slender betel nuts, coconut trees and dark green Jacques trees.
I stayed on the lonely road under the starlight for a while, and saw the dark earth spread out in front of me. It surrounded countless families with its arms. These families had cradles and beds, mothers' hearts and night lights, and young life was happy with a kind of joy that knew nothing about the value of the world.
I stopped for a while and walked alone under the starlight. I saw the dark earth spread out in front of me, embracing countless families with my arms. In those families, there are cradles and beds, mother's heart and night lights, and young life. They are full of joy, but they don't know the value of such joy to the world.