Poetry of the Moon 1 Moon and Night Circle
Look at the bright moon outside the withered vine.
Who knows what year this year is,
The moon is also in the sky,
My heart is hovering.
It's getting late and my heart is tired.
It's lonely and touching to watch the moon set.
Laughing at the fact that Iraqis are not idle,
I won't lose my heart.
The moonlit night flourishes with the purple sunrise,
Now I am twenty-one years old.
Strive for fame and fortune,
Become the number one scholar again.
Poetry of the Moon 2 The Moon in Spring
The Moon in Spring
yolk
My eyes
Also plated with a layer of golden light.
The Moon in Spring
It's new
Just took off the bloated winter.
be radiant with delight/joy
Put on bright makeup in spring
The Moon in Spring
With the fragrance of wheat.
Like a newly married bride
Touch the hair of the grass
Kiss the face of a flower
So, one side of the country
It prolongs the fragrance of the Spring Festival.
The Moon in Spring
It's really written in the sky
Such as hieroglyphics
Reality. Vivid. Kindness picture
That's not a dream.
That's the folks.
Poems carefully fiddling with farm tools
The sound of the water pump rhymes.
Longgou is a line of poetry.
Oh! The Moon in Spring
Bright yellow bright yellow
Split and secrete elegant light.
Is that wine?
Scoop a spoonful to drink.
Suddenly, Li Bai was drunk and blurred.
My heart is sweet, too.
The Moon in Spring
The intoxicating moon
Men's wine
A woman's soft heart
The poet's heart
Farmers' wishes ...
Poetry of the Moon, March Light
The night came quietly.
The moonlight shines on the earth.
night with beautiful moonlight
Gentle all night
A little gauze
Make the earth a little hazy.
Perched bird
In the nest built by mother
Go to sleep peacefully
The earth gradually closed the moonlight.
Make the night a little more mysterious.
Stars in the sky
Like a shining jewel.
Give the bird a warm dream.
Let mother wait by your side
Be quiet.
Poetry of the Moon 4 Hold the moonlight tight
At this time, in addition to moonlight.
Only emptiness remains.
I thought I heard someone calling in the distance.
Like nature
On a quiet night, if the first quarter moon has feelings.
Can you give it to someone who can't end it?
Some traction
Like the tide
Up or down
After all, it is an end.
Moonlight flooded the bed.
sparklet
Before someone leaves, have a good reflection.
The silhouette left by the window
Like a knife
Cut the heart, but cut the resentment.
now
I just buried myself gently in my arms.
It's like my sky is full of moonlight.
Poetry of the Moon 5 Tonight's Moon-Written in Mid-Autumn Festival
The moon tonight
Always through the dark clouds
Don't want to see it?
A Chinese captain is still detained in a foreign country.
The moon tonight
Much like the pale face of a mother who just died.
Even with the money mountain as an obstacle.
I also want to see behind bars.
The moon tonight
Like a family torn apart by cruelty-
Tears flowed down the gap.
On 9.6 million square kilometers of land.
The moon tonight
This is a huge ship.
Full of the anger of a nation, heading for an island.
Nobody wants to stop it.
Poetry of the Moon 6 Moonlight in Hometown
See the moon
I want a place called home.
My hometown
Right under the roundest and biggest moon.
Bright moonlight
Always light up the land of my hometown.
Time is running out.
Listen to your mother.
There is a big tree on the moon.
There is a child my age under the big tree.
Play happily on the swing
I also received a letter from my mother.
When the moon is not round
Don't point at the moon.
Because she will be angry.
Will sneak down when I'm asleep
Bite my ear.
This day
I have grown up.
Carrying a simple bag
Left the person you love.
Say goodbye to my lovely hometown.
Wandering the streets of the city
Like a dream.
Years baptize the dust.
The vicissitudes of life in the blink of an eye.
I often stand by the window alone.
Staring at the moon in the sky
Thinking about the person I love.
Miss my hometown
But always so bleak.
I can't see that big tree
I can't see the children on the swing.
I can't see where the moonlight falls.
I miss my mother far away.
Are you staring at the moonlight in your hometown?
Finally, one day.
I asked my mother doubtfully.
Why is this?
Mom told me with a smile
My children/my children
Only the moonlight at home is the roundest and brightest.
My eyes are moist.
Tears have slipped down my face.
Can't help sobbing shouted
Mom, I miss you so much.
Mom, I miss my hometown very much.
The moon's poems also bend in July.
I don't know where it is,
Be humiliated by others.
It makes people do anything,
As for the moon with me.
The moon is also curved,
Like zixi talking about clouds.
The moon is also curved,
Such as red plum and red lips.
The moon is also curved,
Like a green willow with a broken line.
The moon is also bent without thinking,
I just want to win a heart.
Poetry of the Moon and Sorrow of August
Tonight, the moon enters an infinite lazy dream.
Like a beautiful woman lying on an overlapping mattress,
Feel free to use her hand before going to bed.
Gently stroke the outline of your breast,
Like an avalanche on the soft satin back,
The moon is about to faint,
Her eyes looked at it like a hundred flowers in full bloom.
A white illusion hovered in the blue sky.
Sometimes, when she feels lazy and has nothing to do,
Drop a silent tear on the earth,
A devout poet, a person who hates sleeping,
Treat this drop like an opal.
Pale tears are shining red in your palm,
Put it in his heart far away from the eyes of the sun.
The Moon's Poem 9 "Blocking the Moon"
Thomas Hardy, England
Close the window, close the curtains,
Stop the sneaking moon,
Her dress is so much like her old one,
When our lyre has not been accumulated,
The dust of the years, the names we read.
It was not engraved on the stone tablet.
Don't step on the dewy lawn,
Want to see what Cassiopeia looks like,
Ursa major and Ursa minor,
The twinkling image of Orion;
Don't build cars behind closed doors; We were attracted by the scenery,
When good things are still dead.
Let the fragrance of midnight linger.
Don't brush off the bouquet,
Awaken the same sweet love,
Just like when the fragrance blows to you and me,
Life at that time was like laughing,
Love is as beautiful as people describe it!
In an ordinary room with lights on,
Imprisoned my mind and eyes,
Let mechanical words be born,
Let the slightly black details be exposed;
How fragrant is the first flower of life,
How bitter the fruit it bears!
Poetry of the Moon 10 Moon
The moon in the sky goes round and round,
It shines like a jade plate in the sea.
A group of fish swam over,
The tracts were broken into two or three pieces.
The fish ran away in fear,
All the way to the rock.
Looking back,
The moon is round.
Poetry of the Moon 1 1 Moon
Mother moon is out again.
He searched all the way.
Naughty star child
frequently
Give off a soft light
guide
The children in Xing Xing have gone home.
Poetry of the Moon 12 Clouds and Moon
White clouds drift by,
This white handkerchief
Floating in front of the moon.
Brush gently,
Drift away gently.
The moon that brushed the face,
It's brighter
Poetry of the Moon 13 Moon
The moon lives in the Milky Way.
Sometimes bend your little finger.
Sometimes there is a white ass.
The moon lives in the Milky Way.
Sometimes I'm not at home
I went to my cousin's house to play.
The moon lives in the Milky Way.
There is also a sister named Chang 'e.
live together
The moon lives in the Milky Way.
Live together
There is also a brother named WU GANG.
The moon lives in the Milky Way.
Sister Chang 'e keeps a white rabbit.
WU GANG's brother often cuts down osmanthus trees.
There are still many fish in the galaxy, right?
There are many children playing games, right?
Poetry of the Moon1April Bright
Every treetop,
Hang a moon,
Bird said
I am very good with the moon.
Every bay pond,
There is a moon floating,
The frog said:
I am very good with the moon.
Every washbasin,
Holding a moon,
The baby said:
I am very good with the moon.
Poems of the Moon1May.
Where to go on a moonlit night,
Always wear the groom's veil,
It rained all night,
Countless months, countless dreams.
Bleaching with the wind in this endless night.
The distant morning star,
According to the moon,
The moonlight shines on the earth,
Purify the heart of the world,
The moon tonight,
Why is it so curved?
Poetry of the Moon 16 Moon, Moon
Moon, moon
Mysterious girl
You are round and short.
You are black and bright.
Show happiness and sadness.
Is it to wake me up?
Thick, light and thick.
The hope of a lifetime?
Moon, moon
Mysterious girl
You left and came again.
You appear and hide.
That's the passion. Turn around.
Is it to ask me out?
Near, far, near.
A lifelong dream?
Poetry of the Moon 17 The stars became the moon.
Young people in the city,
Like the moon tied to the stars on the horizon,
Close the window and the night.
The moonlight divides the night in two,
On the left is sleep paradise, and on the right is insomnia hell.
On the left is the harvest year of hungry souls,
On the right is famine,
There is a morbid belief in the middle.
The wind plays with the night,
It's like a child's hands are covered with mud.
The stars are overseas Chinese living on the moon.
Brilliant closed the eyes of the stars with a smile.
Youth is the medicine of a star,
Drunk countless times today.
Dreams of yesterday and the day before yesterday,
The stars say everything will come true tomorrow.
Tomorrow, tomorrow,
The stars became the moon.
Poetry of the Moon 18 Stars and the Moon
The moon can't sleep,
Wash your face in the galaxy.
From east to west,
Stroll through the nebula.
The stars are restless,
Blinking your thinking eyes and dreaming.
Finally dragging the light of wisdom,
Through the beautiful night sky.
Poetry of the Moon 19 "The Moon"
Hang a moon in this yard.
Hang a moon in the yard.
In the yards of thousands of families
Hang a moon.
Whether it is a poor family.
Rich or not.
Whether it's civilians.
Whether it is the emperor
Follow this Nightcrawler.
Follow that Nightcrawler.
Follow all Nightcrawler.
No matter which direction you go.
Give you moonlight.
distinctly
There is only one moon.
What efforts has the moon made?
What do you think?
Poetry of the Moon 20 "The Moon in My Heart"
Hanging in the sky in a curved way
Quietly shine on the beautiful village.
The forest cage is foggy.
The water in the river flows slowly.
I pretended in the moonlight.
Thinking about the girl I love.
You are from the sky.
How long will the party last without you?
Poetry of the Moon 2 1 Moon
The bright moon shines in the Woods.
On branches and under leaves.
voice
Ah, the people in my heart
The pond is like a deep mirror.
Reflect the shadow of the black willow
The wind whimpered in the willows.
Dream on, it's time.
Broad and warm peace
Seems to have come down.
A starry sky
This is a happy moment.
The Moon's Poem 22 "The Moon"
there are two
One hanging in the sky
One hangs in my heart.
The sky is clear and bright.
The cleverness and beauty in my heart
In the sky, it is looming.
The heart is always by your side.
I like the sky.
I prefer what I think.
the name of
It barks loudly.
That sounds great.
Poetry of the Moon 23 "Gentle Moon"
During the day, I left without looking back.
Only moonlight is left
Warm and docile
Don't cry in the music
Don't stare blankly in front of the screen.
Become the only secret that can remain the same.
She quietly guarded a pool of brilliance.
Protect our happiness.
From the sad melody
Salvage the sinking shadow
Let the soul follow
Blue expectation stroll
She leads the voice of reading.
I crawl like dust.
Towards the moonlight
Let's get close to the dancers.
Poetry of the Moon 24 "Happy Moon"
Elegant goddess of happiness
Rejected the kindness of the sun
Expect to wait
Join hands with stars
* * * The moment of love
Walking in the breeze and clouds
It was her happiest moment.
Taste the gentle caress of love.
Feel the tenderness of the clouds.
She has long been intoxicated.
She was already elated.
The torrent of love
Make her look beautiful
Shine brightly
Look! this evening
She is wearing a looming wind skirt.
Driving a rolling auspicious cloud
Under the care of the stars
Continue to write a romantic journey
Poetry of the Moon 25 "No Moon Tonight"
July 1 1, this is a high hanging.
Why, leave a dark night?
Noise of doped crickets
Subverting sleepless nights
Follow the idea
Now it failed, and it flowed to the tree.
Send a weak signal
Pass on the love you can't give up.
Those kisses under the willow tree
Cultivate the values of marriage.
On this fertile soil, Yan Yan has become stronger.
Record our footprints
At the moment, I have no intention of saying a word.
But I cut my root and blood flowed into my heart.
The collapse is unbearable.
Please forgive me for calling for help at night.
Not tonight.
My love for you is like the night.
Strong and not easy to destroy
Eternal love letter
Poetry of the Moon 26 "The Moon of Life"
The moon was really round last night.
Quietly flowing Ying scattered to the lake.
Think about the right depth.
There is a school of fish playing.
Beetles and crabs put aside their past grievances
Became cicada's companion
Water plants and moss exchanged glances.
Spread the frog's voice far and wide.
The moon is round tonight, too.
Liu Ying scattered to the lake.
Someone looks depressed.
Many years ago in the summer.
This lake, this night
you said
I am your life.
Please put me in your heart.
The Moon's Poem 27 "The Moon"
And noisy and talkative.
Who saw her a thousand years ago?
Hundreds of brothers, who praised her?
Love, Friendship or Revenge?
When dew was born, there was a cause and effect in lyricism.
The past is just a legendary novel in others' mouths.
She only talks about today.
Endless daily necessities
Endless joy and sorrow
Water plants with 300 poems.
Lan Zhi from Sinology University.
Metaphor of men and women
The monarch and the minister sang in the temple.
It's just that life is nagging
Lotus picking in the south and harvesting in the north.
She watched and listened.
Different roles have changed in this land.
It is also a harvest.
Love and the harvest of crops
Say:
It is those years full of sweat and lovesickness.
Poetry of the Moon 28 "Two moons"
rise
The sound of a carving returning to the nest.
There are fish jumping out of blue light.
There is a piano playing an old legend.
I don't know whose eyes.
Fall on the birch tree and blink.
Show wisdom and detachment
In the evening, I threw it into.
Infinite tenderness
It was also that night.
Those posted on the window
Grandma cut off the window grilles.
Wrapped in ice flowers
In my dream
It melted.
Poetry of the Moon 29 "Where the Moon Rises"
Go ahead, floral fragrance.
Dark subway, messy road
The withered branches spread wildly in the city.
-The blood vessels of our lives
Bustling, busy, people come and go.
Take care of each other and hurry
My past, my future
What is submerged and blooming is the endless sadness of real death.
-falling wings, with dust that I don't know is clean or dirty.
Mom's smile is the sunshine in my life.
Parting lights up the paradise of life.
Lost love, what shall I take with me?
It's my dirty, cold intestines.
Goodbye, my soul.
Leave my fragile body
Go where you belong.
Exile you and let you fly freely
I won't give you a happy hometown.
-Farewell, my dream, my years.
Leave this desolate place of world peace.
Get out of here It is clean and dirty.
Go, go, go.
Dragging the bodies of the dead in search of flowers.
Poetry of the Moon: Moon at 30- 15 years old
Yang Yichu/Wen
I can't miss the past
Cann't get out of the past
Nothing is far away.
Empty wine glasses in festivals.
See through loneliness.
Love comes and goes in a hurry
Life comes and goes in a hurry
You can see the confusion in romance.
Beauty in Guanghan Palace
There is a moon on the fifteenth day.
Fairy walks out of Guanghan Palace.
I missed the good years in my hesitation.
Jade rabbit's eyes
Light the grass, trees and flowers around you.
I'm at a loss about my beloved three-legged horse.
Small leaves of Guanghan Palace
It is not far to know that the love in your heart is deep.
It's pure beauty in May.
I looked up at once.
The fairies are the most beautiful against the starry sky.
The fragrance of osmanthus trees fills the galaxy.
I was born under the osmanthus tree.
Missed the regret of kissing the leaves
Later on the mountain and on the roof.
There are two people looking at the moon.
Singing mountain flowers under the moon
Memories of wandering in solitude.
Missing more and more.
In the past, it rose from the water of Lingdingyang.
I stood in the past and kissed the fifteenth moon.