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!
Two moons by Xu zhimo
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.
Those posted on the window
Grandma cut off the window grilles.
Wrapped in ice flowers
In my dream
It melted.
The island where the moon rises
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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.
The moon on a windless night
Poetry/Liu
This month must be Li Bai's first round.
Why else would it get into my window?
Shining in front of my bed
I don't want to be Li Bai this month.
I don't want to wander around the world and be a wanderer.
I just need to keep my wife in my hometown.
Keep coming and going
Think quietly about the days of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.
We still end up wearing glasses this month.
Touch it gently.
My hands are used to the breeze.
You don't mind coming all this way, do you?