Poetry of the Moon for Primary School Students 1
When I think of my hometown Checun Town, those dreams fall like snowflakes.
Blue night sky, bright Bai Yueguang.
The water exiled by the small bridge is clear and immediate.
The tree awakened by cicadas has lush leaves.
Cooking smoke, ancient well.
Grandma coughed slowly and tightly, and the years were seamless.
The rings of memory, a crop wakes up at the full moon.
My broad vision is infinite, far away, at the top of the sky, dreamy blue.
Shine in from different angles, and the water drops under the eaves wash the bells of distant mountains.
The moment is boundless, and the moment is quiet.
The breeze and petals quieted down, leaving butterflies dancing above the lights.
Night and fire embrace the moonlight.
Pastoral crickets sing softly and indulge in the pure dream of roadside grass.
These chimes, which are close to nothingness, rotate and then rotate.
Whispering, stop on the pale blue picture scroll.
Swing is doomed to ripple, and time withers at the fingertips.
Grandma has been buried in that white beach, and her childhood playmates are scattered all over the world.
Only the moonlight in my hometown, in the eternal cycle.
Ferry time flies.
Poetry of the Moon for Primary School Students II
Look at the bright moon outside the withered vine.
Who knows what year this year is? The moon is hanging in the sky.
My heart is hovering, it's late at night, and my heart is tired.
Looking at the lonely lingering of the falling moon, but laughing at the Iraqi people.
And I don't give up, the moonlight is prosperous and there is Zixi.
Now I am twenty-one years old, and I am trying my best to gain fame.
Become the number one scholar again.
Poetry of the Moon for Primary School Students 3
I don't know where I am, and I am humiliated by others.
Everything, as for the moon with me.
The moon is also curved, like a purple stream talking about clouds.
The moon is also curved, such as red plum lips.
The moon is also curved, like a broken willow.
The moon is bent without thinking, and only wants to win a heart.
Poetry of the Moon for Primary School Students 4
The dog went to bed and the cat went home.
The wind stopped and the rain stopped.
The baby fell asleep and the mother stopped knitting.
Good night all over the world, but there is one person who can't sleep.
Outside the window, it was quiet.
In the window, I can hear my heartbeat.
Open the curtains by hand. Oh, my God.
It turns out that there is a bright and gentle world outside the window.
The moonlight is soft and cold.
Keep your eyes open and watch quietly, not daring to make a sound.
I dare not surprise it, dare not watch it dance on the roof, and there are no dolls to play with.
Watch it wander in front of closed shops, and watch it wander in the middle of the street where no one talks or laughs.
Look at it standing alone outside the window. Is it stopping for me?
Because I have insomnia.
Since you can't sleep either.
Then let's keep company in the dark, and I will grind you into words.
I'll brew you into red wine to drink. What can you do to me?
Ha, do whatever you like!
Moonlight outside the window, why do you think I feel lonely?
Moonlight outside the window, why do you think I feel lonely?
Moonlight outside the window, why do you think I have insomnia?
The moonlight outside the window jumped into my bed and whispered in my ear, because the Spring Festival is coming soon.
I am illuminating the way home for the people who go home, and you are guarding the door for the people who go home.
Poetry of the Moon for Primary School Students 5
The Wei Yun in the sky is changing, and the water surface is slightly undulating.
Ah! Such a looming miss!
My once confused feelings; The moon shines in the sky.
The earth is brightly lit, ah!
Such clear love! My truest feelings.
My heart is full of your feelings, and your feelings have touched my heart.
Ah! Countless pairs of eyes looking at the bright moon!
The feeling I see; When we meet, we will know each other.
I know, why not fall in love!
The moon also knows my heart! My eternal feelings.