Are there any poems praising the stars?

Dear, your lip bead is like a star, dear, your lip bead is like a star hanging in every night I look forward to. Is the light that the wind can't blow away. It's the poem of that sparkling and charming star, and the rain didn't get wet {in your eyes}. Without you, I thought the world would turn as usual until the light didn't enter my semi-hidden window, until love woke me up. In fact, I love you, but I lied to myself that the world I want is in your eyes. Actually, I resisted you, but I found more evidence. Dry tears turned into a river in your eyes, thinking that I could find the sea and go far. I thought it was just. These feet will be sour until the rain tells me that I am holding an umbrella alone, until love knocks down the courage in front of me. In fact, I love you only because I lied to myself. The world I want is reflected in your eyes. In fact, I resist you, but I find more proof in your eyes that dry tears once loved you. I see, I won't deceive myself again. I've been waiting for you to see me tomorrow. I have been listening to or observing everything in the three thousand worlds with a sincere heart, kneading the lonely words in my heart and expressing them as much as possible. You won't look me in the eye at all, and cross the snowy night with my heart. I only see the frosted trees become bare. I have never seen any star lose its luster because of dark clouds. Your lip bead is like a star, and my soul can only prepare eternity for you. I am like a diligent ant, constantly carrying poems on my back. Let your life sit on a poem and smile at the stars. Please hold up an orange lamp to illuminate me and let my lost soul follow my footsteps. Although you and I are two opposite stars in the Milky Way, I will still wait for the bright eyes. Will you still be so shy and affectionate after 1000 years, and I will fall into another world with heavy worries and become a dust mica screen, and the long river will gradually sink. -Li Shangyin's "Chang 'e" is as cool as water at night, sitting and watching the morning glory and Vega. -Mutu's Autumn Night is an Altair, a girl by the Jiao Jiao River. Fine hands, make a loom. "Nineteen ancient poems" The moon is dark and windy, and the firefly is lonely. Slight wind and waves, scattered like river stars. Tea Shen Xing Su Shi: There are seven or eight stars in the sky. At two or three o'clock in the rain, the moonlight is as cool as water, lying and watching the morning glory and Vega. The shadow of mica screen candle is deep, the long river is gradually falling and the stars are sinking. Li shangyin-