A beautiful poem praising the moon

The moon, so bright, like a young girl, soothes everyone's heart. Yu Wenmi, I made up a beautiful poem praising the moon. Welcome to appreciate and learn from them.

In the moon, in the moon.

On the moon.

The night is more empty.

No wind

Only the iron in the stone

Giggle.

No one can see it.

No one can hear you.

The earth hangs high.

Like a splendid plaque in the palace.

It never seems to fall.

Like another sun

But bigger.

And lonelier

The moon is only in a dream.

I want to find it as clear as ever

Long-lost moonlight

That poetic light

Will you come into my dream tonight?

Open the dusty window page.

And open your heart.

The moonlight came slowly.

A flock of birds

In my heart

The singing of resting birds

Jingtaiqian

I hold the moonlight in my hand.

night with beautiful moonlight

Emotional slide show

Go deep into the bottom hole

As pure as moonlight and water.

The moonlight is boundless.

The warm breeze mingled with the moonlight.

Transparent, pure and tender.

I am in the moonlight and the wind

Moonlight and wind blew across the chest.

Touch a broken heart

Rain falls in the garden in the moonlight.

Flowers are so unrestrained and enthusiastic.

Fragrant as moonlight.

I take a deep breath.

The lungs were cleaned.

Since then, I have been full of confidence in life.

moonlight

Light up my eyes

Watch the constellations drift away.

Is the last symbol of love.

A star draws an arc of light in the sky

Leave me a good idea.

Flowers bloom before the moon ―― An ideal scene for a lovestruck couple

I want to live a luxurious life again.

Please let the moon shine on my cup.

Don't get drunk tonight.

Fall asleep in the moonlight

"Moon" If

Let me choose

I will become the moon.

Every night of immersion

A tired figure that plagues passers-by

As soon as the light goes out

The moonlight jumped on the window.

Smile and watch people fall asleep.

then

Leave a gentle and affectionate kiss.

People's locked brows

Naughty look at their little corners of the mouth.

Raise a dreamy smile

Silent buttonwood

Spend a trance-like night with me.

Sunny stood next to me.

Depression to despair, to blindness.

The heart is hidden in the dark sea of time.

Who is facing the moonlight?

Smile with a waterline on a summer night.

Time spent on branches.

It's too light.

The song of the night bug surrounds itself.

Also surrounded by lights

Firefly dancing

they

It's a quiet poem

It is the secret of love between two beancurd flowers.

The moonlit night is so silent.

I heard yesterday's song:

"In my sleep, I smiled happily."

We revel in our own surprises.

What's there to be hysterical about?

I hope

Our laughter is not a mask of sadness.

Our kindness is not just self-sacrifice.

We sympathize with those who don't love each other, don't we?

When we are asleep.

But I saw parting in my dream.

The lost beauty still hurts.

People only really wake up in dreams.

You must have never known each other before.

Even as completely incompatible as fire and water.

You can live in harmony without loving each other.

It's a miracle-

Even satisfied

It has been arranged in advance.

Looks like you should ask me.

But you are just like those tolerant people.

Wait until the spark burns out in the poem.

My song

Will bring me pain.

from now on

All the words were suddenly denied.

Leaving only rhythm and rhyme

Like a shadow cast by a branch

subtle

You might think.

I have a pair of calm eyes.

Draw a faint eyeliner

You don't understand other people's sadness.

Without pain, shadow and anger

But only happiness, clarity and singing.

How nice it would be to introduce my hand into the poem?

I know some people.

Their hearts are already cold.

But we are talking about how warm and happy we are.

When they laugh,

That's because they are lying.

One night, they were in the dark.

Quietly guessing the expression in their eyes.

Gender has degenerated.

The secret has changed.

Similarity is different.

I like all the colors of white.

On the unshakable wall background

One of them felt sorry for the other.

They stood in front of the mirror.

There is nothing else there.

Only real images.

Maybe it's really "painful and happy"

But who knows?

I'm just a moon.

You can rest at dawn. ...