Write modern poems about the moon

Modern moon poems are written like this:

First, look far.

There is an ancient moon in the sky.

I have a homesick heart.

Vaguely see in a trance

On the mountain road, the moon is above my father's head.

go forward

I followed, dragging a slender shadow.

Second, the "moon"

The moon is noisy and chattering.

Who saw her a thousand years ago?

Hundreds of brothers, who praised her?

Love, Friendship or Revenge?

When dew was born, there was a cause and effect in lyricism.

The past is just a legendary novel in others' mouths.

She only talks about today.

Endless daily necessities

Endless joy and sorrow

Water plants with 300 poems.

Lan Zhi from Sinology University.

Metaphor of men and women

The monarch and the minister sang in the temple.

The moon only talks about life.

Lotus picking in the south and harvesting in the north.

She watched and listened.

Different roles have changed in this land.

It is also a harvest.

Love and the harvest of crops

The moon said: It is those years full of sweat and lovesickness.

Third, the "bright moon"

The bright moon shines in the Woods.

On branches and under leaves.

voice

Ah, the people in my heart

The pond is like a deep mirror.

Reflect the shadow of the black willow

The wind whimpered in the willows.

Dream on, it's time.

Broad and warm peace

Seems to have come down.

A starry sky

This is a happy moment.

Fourth, "the moon"

There are two moons.

One hanging in the sky

One hangs in my heart.

The moon in the sky is clear and bright.

The moon in my heart is smart and beautiful.

The moon is shining in the sky.

The moon in my heart is always by my side.

I like the moon in the sky.

I prefer the moon in my heart.

The name of the moon

It barks loudly.

That sounds great.

V. Where the Moon Rises

Moon rises

There is the sound of tired birds returning to their nests

The fish jumped out of the water.

Blue flicker

There is a sweet piano playing.

Old legend

Towering birch trees

Secretly revealing wisdom and aloof.

At night, it casts a shadow on the moon.

It was also that night.

The tracery pasted on the window.

Wrapped in ice

In my dream

It melted.