Looking up at the starry sky, classic modern poetry

The night was dark and silent.

The air is filled with summer enthusiasm.

Noisy cities are also affected by the night.

Calm as a lady, charming as a young woman.

I stood in the corner of midsummer, looking up at the starry sky.

Stars, moonlight harmony, eyes through tang style, across the Song Dynasty.

I am illusory. I want to return by gondola, a boat full of stars.

The moonlight shone brightly and the shadows of trees danced with them.

The vast universe is mysterious and sultry.

Wind, through the lonely world of mortals.

Arouse colorful dreams, full of color.

I look up at the starry sky and look for the brightest star.

I wonder if there is a dream I am pursuing in her flashing light.

Standing in the bustling city, I remember when I was young, in a small country yard.

Just look up at the starry sky quietly.

Listen to the old legends memorized by the old people.

On a starry night, occasionally, I will timidly think of the distance from Baicaoyuan to Santan reflecting the moon in Lu Xun's works.

At that time, I would also timidly sweep the wall.

I always suspected that someone would call my name, so I made up my mind not to answer.

Young memories, beautiful and full of fantasy, still like the frogs coming from the distant river pond under the starry sky.

Crickets in the corner are chirping in an orderly way, and fireflies are leading the way in front of me with small lanterns.

Nowadays, the memory of the countryside has gradually faded with the changes of the times.

Reinforced concrete replaced the traces of rain at that time.

Noisy city, can no longer hear the innocent fairy tales of the past.

People grow up, but they are confused. I don't know where to smell the pure land.

However, that purity will still linger in my heart, which is the romance of colorful meteors crossing the sky.

Short and wonderful, the sky is boundless, and fate is like a meteor.

The Milky Way looked across and then fell in the wind.

Leisure is sentimental, and I still like to look up at the stars.

Eyes will also go through the night, through the stream of people, beyond all obstacles that can be surpassed.

To touch, to pursue, to describe.

A world that only you can understand.