Fanxing's Poetry Creation

Baidu promotion closed. The moon is full of hope tonight. I don't know who will fall in Qiu Si. The silent and desolate night is a bright moon, and the sky has faded from rich blue to a layer of black. There is only one bright moon. No, it should be called the bright moon. Its brilliance is God's grace in heaven. Only the afterglow, strolling through the black mist and kissing the boundless earth. It's too bright. It is like another sun in a quiet night, and the jungle under the moon is all wrapped in silver. Perhaps the bright moon will only appear when the journey is tiring-the stars are different, and the three or five are in the east. The stars are not a single individual, but a large chess-like fantasy intertwined in the sky. They only have a dim little lamp. Unlike the bright moon, which shines through dust, stars are faint light that does not immerse in the world. The light of the bright moon covered them, and people looked directly at the bright moon to express their feelings. Few people can look up at the stars in the silent night sky and see their tiny light. How dare the firefly light compete with the bright moon? We have never been supporting actors, the stars said to themselves. Supporting role? You don't even deserve a supporting role, do you? The moon smiled. The stars didn't answer, just staring at the quiet forest, steep mountains, vast rivers and seas and bustling cities on the ground. The stars look deeper. Gorgeous, sublimation, the cohesion of dreams and hopes. How much sorrow can a long river have? Like a river flowing eastward. I like to stare at the bright moon in the night sky. How much melancholy can always float away with the cold wind. The bright moon half covers its face, so bright. It is like another sun in a quiet night, and the jungle under the moon is all wrapped in silver. Suddenly, a bright light flashed across the sky with a strong black color. Like the dawn in the abyss, fleeting. The rest is romantic fantasy, and I was stunned and fascinated by it. As the brilliant light of the road flashed across the sky, the moon was dejected and decadent under the vast light. I'm crazy. I was stunned. This beauty shocked me. I'm going to enter the room and take out my camera to record this gorgeous scene, but I'm worried about missing this gorgeous scenery that can't be described in words. This is gorgeous, sublimation, and condensation of dreams and hopes. This is the dream of the stars, I muttered. Just like this meteor, the blooming after forbearance is not the color of the gorgeous moon, but the light of life! Although the stars are small, they can't be ignored. Although the moon is vast, it can't create such a gorgeous scene. Really, fireflies dare to win glory in Hao Yue, and Hao Yue dares to win glory in fashion. Little moon, big star.