Rotating disk
Cut with a razor edge
Flowers in the sky
Falling stars
A sparkling lake
Shining like a jumping fish
Scattered petals
Floating white
On the water at midnight
Rotating moon disk
Sharp blade laceration
The flowers bloom luxuriantly.
Falling stars
Scattered light lake
Flashing like a fish jumping.
Broken petals
Shallow white light floating
Midnight water
2. Moon Song and Moon Poetry
Author Shao Bing,
I got water from the lake last night,
Then go with mom, the moon is in the bucket,
Water the vegetable fields. From under Ruff Tarelli.
I stood up and felt stabbed twice.
One was pierced by a bamboo stick,
The other is mother's sobs, she bows,
By the bucket. She is not crying because the moon is not beautiful.
Full moon, but because she recalled summer,
When her only daughter died. I emptied the bucket,
I walked back to the lake and released the moon.
Oh, the moon is just a moon,
Nobody's daughter, nobody's sister
Ah, she doesn't know anyone,
Not afraid of separation. How beautiful and perfect she is!
Translated by the lyricist of Duck Farm,
Duck farm lyricists are a group of people who love poetry: Wang Meifu, Peter Micic, Michael Thorpe and others. John rameks.
Moon poem
I went to fetch water by the lake last night.
Holding a bucket of moon with my mother.
Water the vegetable fields and straighten your waist from under the towel gourd rack.
Something stabbed me twice.
It used to be this sharp-pointed thorn bamboo.
Once, my mother squatted by the bucket.
She sobbed instead of crying her eyes out.
Spinning in the water. She remembered that summer again.
The only dead daughter. I emptied this bucket.
Walking towards the lake, I let go of the moon.
Oh, the moon is just the moon.
The moon has no mother or sister.
Oh, the moon is never sad.
The moon is so beautiful and good without clutch.
3. Moon
Your beauty haunts my heart.
Oh, your beautiful moon, so close and bright.
Your beauty makes me like this child.
Shout out for your light.
A child with each arm raised.
Hold you in her warm arms.
Although there are birds singing tonight.
Pass your white light through their throats.
Let me speak for me in deep silence.
Not just their sweetest notes.
Who worships you until the music stops?
Bigger than a nightingale
moon
Your beauty has entangled my heart.
Your beautiful moon, oh, so close, so bright.
Your beauty makes me like a child.
Catch your light and make a louder sound.
The child raised each arm.
I want to hold you and hug you tightly.
Although some birds sing at night.
Because your silver light shines on their necks.
Let me talk about my heart in deep silence.
More charming than their most beautiful songs.
I admire you for being speechless.
This reverence is better than your nightingale.
April and October, what a sad step.
Oh, moon, what sad steps you have taken to climb the sky!
What a silent face!
What! May even in heaven.
The busy archer tried to shoot his sharp arrow?
Of course, if those long-lost eyes.
I can judge love. You think this is a lover's case.
I read in your eyes that you are gaunt and elegant.
For me, it feels like your status description.
Then, even friendship, moon, tell me.
Apart from lack of wisdom, will there be lasting love?
Are the beautiful women there as proud as those here?
They don't love being loved, however.
Those lovers laugh at what love has?
Do they call virtue ungrateful?
Ah, moon, you climb into the sky,
What a sad step!
You look pale.
You are speechless, silent!
Why, even at high altitude.
Busy Cupid still uses his arrow?
Really, if those discerning eyes clearly know love.
Then you have signs of love.
I have seen the clue.
From your sad expression.
Even out of friendship.
Please tell me, moon.
Is it full of lasting love?
Just lack the wisdom to grow up?
Are the beautiful women there narcissistic?
No different from us.
Do they want love?
Lovers laugh at others for falling in love?
What do they think of love?
Do you call heartlessness noble?
5、A？ Sonnets? Yes? That? The moon? By who? Charles. the best
See? How come? That? Pale? Queen? Yes? That? Silence? Good night
Is it? Why? That? Ocean? Where to? Attend? Based on? She ...
And then what? He,? As? Dragon? As? She? Is it? Are you online? His? Sight.
With what? She? Full? Tide? Is it? Are you ready? She? Where to? Honor.
But? What time? That? Silver? A van? Yes? That? The moon? Is it? Framed? Up? So what? Tall? What? Can't? Follow.
That? Sea? Call? Home? His? Crystal? Waves? Where to? Groans.
And then what? With what? Low? Low tide? Is it? List? His? Sadness.
So what? What about you? That? Is it? That? Sovereignty? Yes? Mine? Heart.
Really? All of them? Mine? Happy? Attending? Open? Yours Will.
Mine? Happy? Low ebb? What time? What about you? Do what? Set out.
What time? What about you? Return? Their? Tide? Mine? Heart? Is it? Fill.
So what? As? What about you? Coming? And then what? As? What about you? Do what? Set out.
Happy? Low tide? And then what? Flow? Inside? Mine? Tender? Heart.
A poem dedicated to the moon
But look at the queen on a quiet night
Attract the sea with clear light.
The sea saw the rising moon in Ran Ran.
He encouraged the surging Peng Pai climax.
When the silver moon car rises higher and higher, the unreachable sea can no longer be tolerated.
The glittering and translucent waves are pensively depressed.
Low tide brings bouts of sadness.
You are the moon in the sky.
Tide up the tides in my heart.
My joy faded after you left.
The climax of my heart still has to wait for you to come back.
My gentle heart follows your movements.
My happy tide is dominated by you.