A modern poem about the moon 1 Tonight, the moon rises.
Tonight, the moon rises.
On the blue planet
At the top of the unfathomable sky
The dragon and phoenix moon rises.
Fly freely at the top of your dreams.
Once broken claws and wings
Put down the buttonwood and bury the deep sea.
This is a dream that has been pregnant for five thousand years.
About outer space, about flying
I have been waiting for a long time.
But I never gave up.
Approaching the sun with a unique posture of dragon and phoenix.
Fly freely
Long and loud, I burn myself
Raise my long shining flame
The arrow that penetrates time and space ejects light that overcomes the night.
Holding it is like holding a bright star.
I once bloomed in the glory of the East.
Get up, get up
Feathers and dragon scales burn a full moon.
According to my dream of flying naturally
Nirvana that devours the black barrier
Rebirth with skyfire
Tonight, the dragon and phoenix moon rises.
Above the constellation
At the top of the dream
It is approaching the sun with a unique attitude of dragon and phoenix.
Fly freely
Modern Moon Poetry II "The Moon"
Bright and noisy?
Who saw her a thousand years ago?
Hundreds of brothers, who praised her?
Love, friendship or revenge?
When dew was born, there was cause and effect in lyricism?
The past is just a legendary novel in others' mouths?
Does she only talk about today?
Endless daily necessities?
Endless joys and sorrows?
Poetry 300 aquatic plants?
Lan Zhi of Han Xuefu?
Those metaphors of men and women?
Singing 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 on the land?
Is it also a harvest?
Love and harvest of crops?
The moon said:
Is time full of sweat and lovesickness?
Modern Poetry about the Moon 3 "Two moons"
Xu zhimo
I see two moons:
General samples, different stages.
One is in the sky at the moment.
Put on the clothes of an open bird;
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 difficult!
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,
It's a pity that you can't see my garden.
What is precious is her infinite magic,
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 my eyes,
She went to heaven!
Modern Poetry on the Moon 4 "Where the Moon Rises"
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Moon rises
The sound of a carving returning to the nest.
There are fish jumping out of blue light.
There is a piano playing an old legend.
I don't know whose eyes.
Fall on the birch tree and blink.
Show wisdom and detachment
But it was thrown to the moon at night.
Infinite tenderness
It was also that night.
The window grilles cut by those grannies are stuck on the window.
Wrapped in ice flowers
In my dream
It melted.
Go, the fragrance of the moon.
Dark subway, messy road
The withered branches spread wildly in the city.
-The blood vessels of our lives
Bustling, busy, people come and go.
Take care of each other and hurry
-corrupt cells, each of which is a walking corpse as strong as life.
My past, my future
What is submerged and blooming is the endless sadness of real death.
-falling wings, with dust that I don't know is clean or dirty.
Mom's smile is the sunshine in my life.
Parting lights up the paradise of life;
Lost love, what shall I take with me?
It's my dirty, cold intestines.
Goodbye, my soul.
Leave my fragile body
Go where you belong.
Exile you and let you fly freely
I won't give you a happy hometown.
-Farewell, my dream, my years.
Leave this desolate place of world peace.
Get out of here It is clean and dirty.
Go, go, go.
Dragging dead bodies, looking for the fragrance of the moon.