Stars are poems written by the moon, and the wind shuttles between the moon and the stars.
Chant in a low voice and dip your feet in ink at night.
Looking up at the starry sky, every poem amazed him deeply.
Every poem makes him cry, and the moonlight caresses the stars with warm hands.
Even his every blink of an eye is in his mind, and he forgets that he was lost.
He wrote down the feeling of reading under the starlight, which filled the empty night.
When the stars fall, poetry falls to the ground, and the earth reads it with great excitement.
Meteorite fragments were bound into books and exhibited between heaven and earth.
The second poem describing the moon:
The moon can't sleep Wash your face in the galaxy.
Walking in the nebula from east to west.
The stars are sleepless, blinking their thinking eyes and dreaming.
Finally dragging the light of wisdom across the beautiful night sky.