Poetry of the Moon/Moon Soul
I. Date
The peach blossoms in the mountains are red.
The crowd on the hillside began to increase.
A poetic shot set by the girl's camera.
Only tireless bees chase the days in the peach blossom core all day.
Second, the rain lane
In the Spring Festival Evening of 2007, the small town Yuxiang put Dai Wangshu's Lilac on the stage.
The village girls who came back from the laundry, stepping on the classical melody, laughed like peach blossoms.
The beautiful figure rippled on the bluestone steps in the alley. At that moment, all thoughts stopped, including the endless running water.
Third, return at dusk.
A photo of dusk covered the mountains with golden clothes and was displayed in Tang poetry and Song poetry.
A farmer who didn't understand the wind and rain, with a rake on his shoulder, cleared the way in front of the cow, followed by his wife. So they walked silently down the hill.
Only the plowman Cleisthenes blew his horn from time to time.
Fourth, moonlit night.
The stars are far away and the moonlight is dim.
I don't know whose dog is barking vigorously, as if calling the moon into the house.
The peach blossom in front of the firewood spilled a few pieces in the night wind, and a lonely lamp shone on the girl's heart leaning against the window.