R. Stevenson
The moon has a face like a clock in the hall;
She shone on the thief on the garden wall,
On the streets, fields and docks,
The bird sleeps on the branch.
Screaming cats and screaming mice,
Dogs howling by the door,
Bats lying in bed on the moon,
Everyone likes to go out in the moonlight.
moon
Stevenson
The face of the moon is as round as the clock in the hall;
She showed the shadow of a thief on the courtyard wall.
Illuminate the fields and equiangles of the harbor,
And birds are jealous and sleeping on the branches.
Cats meow, mice squeak,
The doorman's dog barked,
Bat-still sleeping at noon,
How nice it is for everyone to come out and play in the moonlight.
There are English poems about the moon when it rises.
I thought you were on fire.
On the hill of heron plantation,
Deal with the most terrible pranks
Movable property for hiring workers
In their village.
I think you are a flame.
Burning on the vast plantation hills
Watching those workers make deals with tragic fate
Their village is there.
But soon after,
You turned yellow-green,
Like a big firefly in the sky;
Then I can see
Your mood and demeanor.
later
You will change into a yellow-green dress.
Like fireflies in the night sky.
I can see.
Your meditation and quiet style
How well do I know
Your sneaky femininity!
It seems that you are reluctant.
You are a naked cloud, but you are abandoned by grace.
Except for its folds. . .
I know better than anyone.
Your lightness is full of femininity.
Like you don't want to put
Bright clouds show people.
You prefer to cover it gently.
gauze
How many times a year?
Have you kept up with my pace,
Ten thousand women are wasting there,
Behind the hedge, or bare
Branches of a tree!
We worked side by side for a year.
How many places have you been?
A pale woman by the garbage dump.
Through the fence, or in that factory.
Under the fallen branches.
You're nothing new,
Oh, the lady of my life,
Come into my field of vision impartially.
Am I near the nest of death,
Or the top cyme of life!
I've always known you.
The moon goddess who will always be with me.
You walked into my eyes.
No matter how close I am to the graveyard of death
Or the top of the tree of life!
Thomas Hardy, English poet and novelist. He is a writer who spans two centuries. His early and mid-term creations were mainly novels, which inherited and carried forward the literary tradition of Victorian era. In his later years, he developed English literature in the 20th century with his excellent poems.
3. An English poem about the moon, the sun and the moon
Author: Trina Quinn
You are like sunshine, illuminating my day.
Everything you do and everything you say
I'm as black and cold as the moon,
Without you in my arms.
Like the sun and the moon, we are so far apart.
But you will always be with me in my heart
When I see you, you shine on me and I shine.
Just like the sun on the moon over mountains and oceans.
But when we are together, I kiss your lips.
It is so wonderful and special, just like a total solar eclipse.
When we are slowly separated from each other, your light shines.
Like the distance between us, my love for you is growing day by day.
4. Poetry about the Moon (English) The Moon R.L. Stevenson The Moon has a face like a clock in the hall; She lit up the thieves on the garden wall, the streets, the fields, the ports and docks, and the birds sleeping on the branches. Howling cats and screaming mice, dogs howling at the door, bats lying in bed on the moon all like to go out in the moonlight. R.L. Stevenson's Moon has a round face like a clock in the hall; She showed the shadow of a thief on the courtyard wall, lit up the fields and equiangles in the harbor, and the birds sleeping in vinegar on the trees. The cat meows, the mouse squeaks, the dog barks at the door, and bats-they are still sleeping at noon. How nice it is for everyone to come out and play in the moonlight. Look at the moon, oh! Look at the moon, look at the moon, look at the moon, like a big silver spoon. What a big silver spoon.
The sky at night is round and bright, round and bright. Hanging high in the night sky. I stare at the moon, just like I think my dream is wild. Whenever I walk in the wilderness and stare at the bright moon, I feel that my mother is thinking about her children now. I think my mother is thinking about her children. When she looked at the moon from the door of our own cottage, when she looked at the bright moon from the door of the cottage, she passed through honeysuckle, and its fragrance no longer made me happy. She survived the forbearing tree in winter, and the thick fragrance of the tree can no longer comfort my heart.
Go home! Go home! Sweet home! Go home! Go home! Warm home! There is no place like home! There is no place like home! There is no place like home! There is no place like home.
The moon is round, like a spinning wheel, spinning her romantic reverie.
The moon is round, like a spinning wheel, spinning her romantic reverie.
The moon is like a weather-beaten old man, slowly combing the glistening moonlight.
The moon is like an old comb that has experienced years of wind and frost, shining with white moonlight slowly.
A full moon rises, like a bright lamp, hanging high in the sky.
A full moon rises like a lamp, hanging in the sky.
The moon is like a newly married daughter-in-law. Just coming from the eastern horizon, she shyly got into the leaves and hid.
The moon, like a new wife who is getting married, has just risen from the eastern horizon and added leaves to cover it.
The moon hangs obliquely in the sky, smiling, and the stars are crowded with the Milky Way.
The moon is hanging in the sky, smiling, and the Milky Way is full of stars and twinkling.
6, the moon and the stars, * * * both carry your wishes!
The moon and the stars, together, bear the desire of you and me!
6. The Moon, an English poem about the Moon
R. Stevenson
The moon has a face like a clock in the hall;
She shone on the thief on the garden wall,
On the streets, fields and docks,
The bird sleeps on the branch.
Screaming cats and screaming mice,
Dogs howling by the door,
Bats lying in bed on the moon,
Everyone likes to go out in the moonlight.
moon
Stevenson
The face of the moon is as round as the clock in the hall;
She showed the shadow of a thief on the courtyard wall.
Illuminate the fields and equiangles of the harbor,
And birds are jealous and sleeping on the branches.
Cats meow, mice squeak,
The doorman's dog barked,
Bat-still sleeping at noon,
How nice it is for everyone to come out and play in the moonlight.
English Poetry (Looking at the Moon)
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Oh! Look at the moon, oh! Look at the moon,
Look at the moon, look at the moon,
Like a big silver spoon. What a big silver spoon.
Round and bright, round and bright,
In the night sky. Hanging high in the night sky.
Whenever I walk in the wilderness and stare at the bright moon, I stare at the moon as wild as I treat dreams.
And I feel that my mother is thinking about her children now, and she also feels that her mother is thinking about her children.
When she looks at the moon from the door of our own hut, when she looks at the moon from the door of the hut,
Through honeysuckle, whose fragrance will no longer make me happy. The forbearing tree that has survived the winter, the rich fragrance of the tree can no longer soothe my soul.
Go home! Go home! Sweet home! Go home! Go home! Warm home!
There is no place like home! There is no place like home! There is no place like home! There is no place like home!
7. English prose or poetry about the moon
Johann goethe
You filled the bushes and valleys again.
With your dim light,
My soul
heavy chain
Far away.
You covered my field.
Your sweet and soothing eyes,
Like a man
Gentle friend,
Beyond my destiny.
Disappeared happy and sad days
Their voices haunt me,
Joy and sadness
In turn, I know,
When I wander alone.
Honey, keep flowing! Keep moving!
I will never be gay!
Sports and kissing just disappeared,
So the truth passed.
Go away.
Once I seemed to be God.
The prize is so fair!
Now, to our depths
Sadness, we
I will never forget it.
The gurgling sound of running water, along the valley,
Never stop your sigh;
Whisper, whisper
Listen to my song.
Answer the melody!
When you are on a winter night
In a rage,
Or in spring.
The brightest,
When the buds germinate.
He retired from the world,
not have
Hate is happiness;
The true love of her friend inspired her,
Lean on his chest!
Careless people never know,
Or never thought about it,
roam
Through the maze in the chest,
Dare to enter the night.
Duiyue
Goethe
You will be illuminated by misty spring again.
Sprinkle it in this valley jungle,
You finally put my soul
Complete dissociation and dissolution;
Your soothing eyes
Look at my garden,
Like a friend's eyes.
Pay attention to my fate.
My heart feels
Echo of happiness and sadness,
I am between pain and happiness.
Lonely wandering.
Flow, flow, dear river!
I'll never be happy again,
Play, kiss, loyalty,
Everything is gone.
But I used to have it
That priceless treasure!
I was in pain and trouble,
Just because you'll never forget it!
Make a noise and flow down the mountain stream,
Don't stop, don't stop,
Make noise,
Singing my song.
No matter on winter nights.
You are flooding, soaring,
Or in spring?
You flow into the flower bed in a roundabout way.
Happiness, who can?
Leave this world without resentment,
Who can have a bosom friend,
Share it with him.
What he doesn't know is that,
People don't understand the fun,
Roaming all night,
In the maze in the box.
Who knows 1, the moon has risen. Your dream will come true. The moon has risen and your dream will come true.
2. The moon is beautiful. The moon is beautiful.
The moon in foreign countries is particularly round, but maybe I will never see a moon that is not so round again. The moon abroad is particularly round, so you may not see a moon that is not round enough.
The moon has a deformed beauty. The moon has a broken beauty.
The moon changes strangely when it sets. Domes, flying saucers, lenses, lines. And then it was gone. When she fell, the moon changed wonderfully: from a dome to a flying tray, to a lens, a line ... and then disappeared.
6. People will appreciate the scene in the yard and imagine the scene of Chang 'e on the moon.
Moonlight, bright moon. I want to make a wish tonight. I wish I could, I wish I could
Maybe. Did my wish come true?
Tonight! The moon is bright, the moon is bright. I want to make a wish tonight. I wish I could, I wish I could. Let my wish come true tonight!
8. In the history of China, there are many legends about the moon, such as the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon and so on. In the history of China, there are many legends about the moon, such as the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon.
9. I heard that on the moon, Sister Chang 'e and a little rabbit. It is said that there are Chang 'e's sister and white rabbit on the moon.
How beautiful the moon is! Happy Lantern Festival! /kloc-how beautiful the moon is on the 0/5 th! Happy Lantern Festival!