Gorgeous moonlight slowly slides down like running water, warming everyone's mood ... eternity is what we have been looking forward to. The moon ... can you take my thoughts to her? Come back ... the moon here is broken because of you.
The broken moon reminds mother of her three daughters. ...
The eldest daughter returned to her home on July 1 0997, and the second daughter also returned home on February 20th 1999. Only the naughty little daughter has not returned to her warm embrace. Who can reunite mother and daughter at an early date?
Missing is a kind of sustenance and our spiritual pillar. Only when you miss can you have dreams, and only when you have dreams can you have hope. Who doesn't love beautiful things? Unfortunately, the dream full moon is gone. When can we enjoy the moon together? The shortness of night and the scarcity of sunny days make the moon appear less and less. Even if it appears, there is always a dark cloud around the moon. Dark clouds cast a shadow on the beautiful moon. Who will help me get rid of that shadow? Let the moon light up our hearts. On the other side of the sea, the daughter looks at the moon to represent homesickness, while the mother here looks at the moon affectionately.
The sea area of one centimeter on the map is not so far away, but the moon does not pass through that sea area of one centimeter. The moon could have brought her a little warmth, but why is there always a dark cloud between centimeters, blocking the moon? The distance is not far, and the dark clouds are not terrible. As long as we pray to the sky together and say "sincerity is the spirit", one day the moon will pass through the dark clouds. At that time, the family was bathed in gorgeous moonlight again, and it will last forever.
But now the meteor next to the moon is the moon's tears. The moon doesn't know why she is crying. She only knows that when tears gush from the bottom of her heart, she can get a little peace. Who wants to make the moon cry? Why so cruel? Born from the same root, the moon is everyone's favorite, but paranoia is a sin, and everyone hates it. It makes something that should be beautiful flawed, and this flaw could have been avoided. So why don't we put aside our paranoia and enjoy the beautiful moon together?
* * * Compatriots who appreciate the beautiful moon, we can share all the beautiful things, but why not share them on this moon? There used to be a magical and evil fruit in the place where the dream began, called "separation". It turned many compatriots who ate it against each other, but after the separation, the kinship of flesh and blood lingered in everyone's heart all day. Finally, everyone realized that they were reunited by looking for inner tolerance and understanding. Because they know the pain of separation, they cherish the happiness of getting together, so the Chinese nation was born. Later, tolerance and understanding made the evil and magical fruit of "Li" mutate! So there is the fruit "pear" that we often eat today. As long as people are tolerant and understanding, even if they are "separated", they can become "pears". So what can hinder our determination to go home and see the moon together because of missing?
The broken moon is not perfect. The moon should be a beautiful symbol. Why is this piece missing? If there is tolerance and understanding in everyone's heart, it is the eternal beginning of the full moon night. The moon is not one side of the moon, and no side is not perfect, and this adhesive is tolerance and understanding.
Dark clouds covered the moonlight and meteors crossed the moon.
Understand that pear blossoms turn into pear blossoms, and sincerely make the moon long and round.
Come back ... the moon here is broken because of you. Mother's arms will eventually have your warm position ... the moon! Please take your thoughts to her.
Half a Moon (Prose Poetry)
Half a Moon (Prose Poetry)
Cricket meanders and swims, looking up at the half moon climbing into the night sky.
The semi-circular graceful arc depicts a perfect white feather fan, turning to yellow with passion.
This bowl of country wine soaked in homesickness fell slightly, and the dream of wandering in a different place was intoxicated.
Cupid's arrow shot from the good bow, with shy panic.
Half a month! Who have you forgotten, and who have you forgotten? Whose sadness did your gentle eyes penetrate?
Leaving half incomplete, silently and thoughtfully climbed up my spine.