Aesthetic Artistic Conception of Moon Poems

Soft as floc and light as silk cloud, the bright moon around it rises slowly, and the brightness reflects around it into a colorful aperture, which is deep and shallow, if there is something, it seems nothing. The following is a poem about the beautiful artistic conception of the moon. I hope it will help you.

The moon is red the moon is red.

one

Hanging in the sky

The lantern is red.

countless/innumerable

Wandering on the road

Fireworks are red.

Ten million flowers

Get pleasure from a child's face.

Tangyuan is red.

Bowl after bowl.

It hurts in Niang's heart

The moon is red.

The night that dyed the Lantern Festival red.

Two moons I see two moons:

General samples, different stages.

At this time, one is in the sky,

Put on clothes with bird hair;

She did not spare her kindness,

Her gold and silver are all over the floor.

She didn't forget the glass in the Forbidden City.

Three seas have her beauty.

She jumped out of the clouds and into the tree.

Hiding in the new green vines again.

She is so delicate, so beautiful,

The fish at the bottom of the water is also drunk!

But something's wrong with her,

She always likes to consume small things;

Sometimes there are only stars in the sky,

Without that charming round face,

Although I will come back then,

But this lovesickness is a bit hard!

What you can't see,

Although not to mention how gorgeous!

She also has a drunken smile,

There is also the exquisiteness of rotation;

She never lets people talk about generosity,

But you can't see my garden!

What is precious is her magic on the horizon.

Often pass my mental wave to Korea:

I like the surge of silver waves,

There are silver bells in the waves accompanied by music;

It's just those ponytail bubbles,

It's better than carving jewels.

A perfect moon,

What's more, it will never be incomplete!

As long as I close these high heels.

She went to heaven!

The temperature of the moon brings the cold at night.

a violent gust of wind

It's like fighting for sovereignty.

Unscrupulous pursuit.

Lonely passerby

The bright moon penetrated the clouds.

Give off bright light.

Leaves are falling.

In the moonlight.

Bright brightness

Mist covered the stars.

But it can't hide the brightness of the moon.

It can't stop the temperature given by the moon.

Not as hot and dazzling as the sun.

But it can prevent the night from getting so cold.