The Moon's Prose Poems 1 Mid-Autumn Moon
How many people are wandering in this city?
In the Mid-Autumn Festival in a foreign land, reunion can only be a luxury.
My heart was touched by the autumn wind.
The loneliness of a full moon is like chewing coptis chinensis.
A homesick day
Embark on the road of reunion
Streets blown by cool autumn
People's faces are not as bright and soft as before.
Hasty figures
A more numb expression.
Tonight, the full moon can't polish the lights of this city.
Wandering around the wine table can't weaken the homesickness for this city.
A tired person is on the road, stumbling under a month.
Reminds me of ancient wandering poets.
But today, poetry can't tell the year.
The moon and clouds dispelled the sadness.
Distant sorrow, full moon night strong wine.
Tonight's poetry is full of nostalgia.
The Moon's Prose Poems 2 The beginning of that round
The braid is flawless.
White love
Don't blame dandelions for floating.
These flowering and closing moments
Change color
Sometimes, it's like a floating seed.
The trajectory of life
The call of life is for a better and comfortable sky.
Looking at the fence of Nanshan leisurely
Count the preciousness of words
Chrysanthemum is open and indifferent.
And the smell of hoes and baskets.
Let the later people sit back and relax, and their backs are sore and backache.
So the chrysanthemums opened.
Under the moon, the night is clear and covered.
Daytime injury
After fatigue, just wash your fatigue.
Those gray and black towels and their own tears.
It's just a smile after drinking, soothing the knife frost in autumn.
The unruly life is cutting everyone's body and mind.
But no one will dislike her, and the vicissitudes of climbing are full of mature eyes.
Love is the water that continues its ups and downs.
Pick a chrysanthemum.
Wear a full moon on your chest.
Moon Prose Poetry 3 Temple
The Lama in red uses glowing fingers
Flip the ancient scroll gently
Butter lamp burning in September
Who has narrow eyes?
Milky white clouds and rain penetrating into autumn
Eagles occupy the sky.
Where the wind blows and the grass is low.
Flowers scream in the snow and ice.
You are so sad.
At that moment, tears filled my eyes.
Soothe burnt and moldy corn.
You're too heavy.
On the swamp, the white swan has a pink neck.
Bloody mottling
Good evening. Yang is like blood.
A dark lake
Give me a bracelet with aquatic plants.
Walking on a slightly raised hill: you tell love.
Those panicked shells, light gestures
Cherry sprouted in the rain.
Petite cattle and sheep jumped over the blue flame.
Go deep into the mountains. On a September night
Showing a deeper blue color.
The wind blows your slightly melancholy hair.
On the old boat, you sat on the floor.
Lonely fishing, red moon
This morning, outside the fresh window,
A cool wind is blowing,
The weather is cool, different from yesterday.
-Smart, energetic and broad-minded,
I saw the sky at a glance.
At the intersection of the sky and the mountain,
There are sweet memories of my childhood.
And a lifelong dream,
I left that simple place for my dream.
Tonight, in the clear night sky,
The sweetness of round moon cakes,
Did you fly to your familiar hometown in the wind?
Or the full moon in the sky,
Passing the expectant eyes,
Spread the wings of missing,
At the junction of the mountain and the sky,
Ran Ran can fly.
Tonight, the two stars will also be reunited with their relatives at the Magpie Bridge.
How else to find it?
Oh, I see,
The moon must be chatting with Bing Xing.
Talking about my childhood deep in my memory,
Speaking of the crowded roads in my hometown,
speak ...
The moon's prose poem that a touch of moonlight wrapped around the landscape.
The money in one place is tightly wrapped around the ground.
Catch the shadow of flowers.
This spring, the sensational peach blossom can't solve the mystery of March.
How can we close our doors to the outside world in this dusty moonlight?
In summer, the moonlight will meet the sea breeze and step on the lotus leaf.
Visually measure the distance beyond the water and listen to the love words of a pond of fish.
Autumn is still the beautiful image of the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon.
Exquisite deciduous moon cakes, round, are missed by the roar of cicadas.
Missing and circular
In winter, butterflies sleep and plum blossoms are fragrant.
Snowflakes flying all over the sky will be bathed in moonlight.
When it's raining in Mao Mao in the spring breeze, there's no time to see it, the moonlight of reincarnation.
Standing on the branches of spring again
Listen to this song again and again.
I felt sorry for myself and shed tears.
Jasmine flowers fall with the wind.
I was walking home alone.
Maybe the method is wrong. Nobody waited for me at last.
Time always passes.
The meteor passed by, leaving nothing behind.
We cried and laughed in the moonlight.
You said you loved me in the moonlight.
No matter how stormy it is, I will always hold your hand.
Protect you from leaving.
Listen to this song again and again
I feel sad and cry alone.
I am addicted to the silence of this night.
The earth is silent, and the moonlight is silent.
The mountains in the distance are full of poetry.
The trees nearby are covered with paintings.
Fall asleep in the moonlight.
It must be safe and sweet.
But I don't want to sleep.
Can't live up to the beauty of the moonlight.
Let me pluck the strings.
Play a song to express your feelings directly.
Let my skirt fly.
Don't ask when you are dancing.
But I can't sing and dance either.
I must hurry back to that building.
Sleep there. I like kicking the quilt.
Motherly love is the moonlight when he sleeps.
The moon's prose poem 8 darkens the night sky.
Broken full moon
Divide into bundles of tulle
Guo Man chuangxuan
Fallen in countless wanderings
Wake up the drooping curtains
Hug the moonlight tightly
Fade that loneliness.
The wind goes through the night.
Tap on the glass.
Shouting at the moonlight outside the window
Overlooking the fireworks in the distance
Gorgeous colors shine with the brilliance of life.
The brief glory left the memory to the sky.
The heart listens to the breath of the night.
Quietly thinking about distant concerns.
The faint moonlight mingled with the early morning rain and dew.
Salvage the missing residual color
Leaving only the loneliness on the windowsill