The moon shines on the forest,
On the branches, under the leaves.
Make a sound,
Ah, the people in my heart.
The pond is like a deep mirror.
Reflecting the shadow of the black willow,
The wind whimpered at the willow tip,
Dream on, it's time.
Vast, warm and quiet,
It seems to have dropped,
Starry sky,
This is a happy moment.
2. where the moon rises-the island
The moon rises,
There's the sound of eagles returning to their nests,
There are fish jumping out of blue light,
There is a piano playing an old legend.
In the eyes of many people,
Fall on the birch tree, blink,
Show wisdom and aloof.
At night,
But throw it on the moon,
Infinitely gentle,
It was also that night,
Those posted on the window,
Grandma cut off the window grilles,
Wrapped in ice,
In my dream,
It melted.
3. Chrysanthemum God-Yu
Moonlight through the clouds,
Floating in the chrysanthemum garden,
Think about it,
The universe contains mysterious forces,
Can make time to go back.
Go back in time,
One night in history,
Beautiful chrysanthemums,
The same moonlight,
Burning incense, praying, there is a woman.
Eyebrows are as elegant as goose feathers,
Devotion, looking up,
Ah! Man is brighter than the moon.
The story of dixin moon. Oh,
The wind is clear and the clouds are light,
The fragrance is far away,
My imagination is like a mermaid,
On the edge of Xinghai,
Cruise.
4, "Broken Chapter"-Bian Zhilin
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape observer is watching you upstairs,
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
5. The Moon and I-Gu Cheng
I looked at the moon,
The moon looks at me,
I smiled at him,
She kept a straight face,
Big and round,
Yellow eyes are cold and heartless,
I looked at the moon,
The moon forgot me,
I stared at her,
She fell asleep,
Thin and curved,
Golden eyelashes are flashing.
2. Modern poems about the moon are relatively short, only six lines 1, Tang Libai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night.
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
2, "Jade Family" Tang Libai
Dew fell on the steps of jade, and the night was long. Dew wet the stone. Go back to my room and put down the crystal curtain, still looking at the exquisite moon through the curtain.
3, "Qiupu Song XIII" Tang Libai
The water is clear and plain, and the egrets fly to the moon. Lang listened to the girl picking ling and returned with a nocturne.
4, "Drinking the Bright Moon Alone" Tang Libai
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind. I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering. Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
5, "Guan Shanyue" Tang Libai
A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.
At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.
The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
6, "Wine Asks the Moon" Tang Libai
When will there be a moon in the sky? I will stop for a drink and ask:
People can't climb the moon, but they follow people to the moon?
As bright as a flying mirror, has the green smoke gone out?
But when you see the night coming from the sea, would you rather know that it is going to the clouds?
The moon is on the white rabbit's back, autumn and spring, and who is the neighbor of Chang's lonely life?
Now people are not seen in Gu Yue, but in this month they took the ancients.
The ancients said, if people are running water, they look at the bright moon.
Just look at the glass and sing loudly, and the moonlight can grow in a golden cup.
7, "Jiande Night Sleeping" Tang Meng Haoran
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
8, "Month" Tang
As thin as a hook, as round, as if woven into a round fan. Thin shadows will be round. How many places in the world can you see them?
9. "Looking at the Moon and Thinking Far" Zhang Tang is nine years old
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.
Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
10 "Moonlight Remembering Brothers" Tang Du Fu
The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
1 1, an autumn night Tang in the mountains
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
12, "Stay" Tang Dumu
There are no good traveling companions in the hotel; The sad heart seems to have solidified. Recalling the cold light and returning to my hometown to recall the past; Like a flock of lost geese.
The road to my hometown is too far away. I will come back at dawn, and the letter from home will not be sent to this place until next year. The Cangjiang River in the moonlight, the scenery is so beautiful, and the fishing boat is in front of my house.
13, Tea Delivered by an Old Friend, Tang
Jiuhua Ying's sword is printed in Yujing. When the moon opens, there is the sound of disorderly springs underground.
Invite monks in the middle of the night and cook the moon with lonely songs. The blue sky is heavy and broken, and the fragrance is light and the flowers are light.
All the six fu-organs sleep, and the number of poems is clear. I didn't dare to spend money after the month, so I supported it with my elbow.
14, Mujiangyin Tang Bai Juyi
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green. On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
15, Li shangyin of shuangyue Tang dynasty
When I first heard of geese, there was no cicada, and a hundred feet of water met the sky. The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation.
16, "Man Xing" A Tang Du Fu
Jiang Yue's people are just a few feet away, and lanterns shine at night. The heron in the sand head is silent, and the fish in the stern are screaming.
Dude, choose!
Modern poems about the moon, the shorter the better. 1. The moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams.
2. Go, go, go.
Dragging dead bodies, looking for the fragrance of the moon.
The most beautiful thing in the world is the moon.
You are more beautiful than the moon.
The moon is in the sky.
You are on the ground.
Just like you are at the end of the world.
I'm at the Cape.
I hear the smile of the moon.
In the hesitation of falling into darkness,
The encouragement of the moon makes dreams more fragrant.
5. In the boundless night sky,
In the vast universe,
My moon is desolate and small.
As if in many impossibilities.
4. The poem about the moon in modern poetry is 1 Wu Zetian-a gift to Hu-a romantic journey away from the clouds.
Li Yan-Hui Hui drifted to Yu Yun, and last month, Xuanhuachi Huaxin. 3 Li Yan Yue Hua is like a flooded palace. Being drunk is an idiot.
4 Li Bai-Yuefu Zaju * Advocating Songs * The Last Time-Walking on the Pavilion Road, the beauty is worried about smoke. 5 Xu Yanbo-Yuefu Zaqu * Chongge * Fang Shu-Xiaoyue pitied Zheng Zhu, and the spring breeze recalled the platform.
6 Wang Bo-Yuefu Zaqu * Advocating Song * Facing Gao Tai-The narrow road is dark and the moonlight is as before. 7 Wang Wei-Blowing a song horizontally * The faucet is near the city gate, and pedestrians in Longli come to play the flute at night.
8 Weng Huhu-blowing songs * leading songs-Lin Ming's halberd was born in the waning moon (note: the pronunciation is the same as "squeezing"), and Pingsha sees cattle and sheep across the water. 9. Chen Ziang-blowing through the Song Dynasty and leaving the fortress-the stars and the moon opened the sky array, and the mountains and rivers camped.
10 Wang Changling-Blowing Song * out of the Great Wall-The bright moon in Qin Dynasty, the Long March people did not return. Du Fu (1 1)-went to John, when will the city be built?
12 later, Du Fu-blowing a song *, filling five songs-the moon hangs in the sky, making the night lonely. 13 Yu Yanshou-blowing across the song * folding the willow-the residual flowers are full of spring grievances, and the autumn is cloudy.
14 Lu-Acacia is in Wan Li, and the bright moon hangs alone. 15 Li Bai-Crossing the Wind * Guan Shanyue-The moon is high in the sky and the sea of clouds is boundless.
The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass. 16 Dai Shulun-Cross Blowing Song * Two poems by Guan Shanyue-The moon shines on the mountains, and the autumn wind has not returned.
17 Cui Rong-Chui Ge * Guan Shanyue-Born in the West Sea, windy. Wan Li mountains, the vast expanse.
18 Li Duan-* * Guan Shanyue-* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *.
19 Zhang Ji-Song of Crosswind * Guan Shanyue-Moon is bright. On the mountain, the hoofbeat of pedestrians in the mountain sounded. 20 Li Bai-Blowing Song * Humak Song of Youzhou-If the bow turns to the bright moon, the white goose falls into the clouds.
2 1 Liu Xiyi-Song of Harmony * Eight Songs in the South of the Yangtze River-In the moonlight, trees and birds fly, the wind is too long, and the forest is full of flowers. 22 Cui-Xianghe lyrics * Wang Zhaojun-Looking back at the bright moon, I feel sad, but the full moon is moving.
23 Shangguan Yixiang He Geci * Wang Zhaojun-the fog covers the dressing table, and the wind scares the cicada. 24 Li Hexiang He Ge Ci * Wild Goose Gate is the birthday star-dark clouds crush the city, and Guang Jia spreads the moon.
Li Xia-three poems of peace and resentment-can't see each other's memories, but can be returned by the moon. 26 Li Bai-Song of Harmony * Nagato complained about two songs-Moon lust goes to the long hall, so don't worry about the palace.
27. William Wang-the song of harmony * the resentment of moths and eyebrows-the bead curtain is cold in the north, and the embroidery worker is bright in the south. 28 Li Yixiang's "Harmony with Lyrics * Palace Complaint"-dew wet sunny flowers, palace incense, moonlight songs blowing Zhaoyang.
29 Li Bai-The Song of Harmony * Wu Qiqu-The silver arrow golden pot leaks a lot. At the beginning of the autumn moon, the waves fall on the river, and the east is getting higher and higher. 30 Harmonious Li Hesong Mochow Song-Luo window leans against Yao color, and the waning moon leans against the curtain hook.
3 1 Juyuan Yang-Hege * Dige-Five drums and sinking moon stars, the spring breeze shakes the window and willows. 32 Liu Changqing-Qin Quge Ci * ChristianRandPhillips-Chanjuan Xiangjiang Moon, a thousand years of empty moths and eyebrows.
33 Li Bai-Qin Quge Ci * Chua's Five Alleys * Qiu Si's two poems-When the moon comes out of Yun Lan, cicadas sing in autumn. 34 Wang Yaqin's Quge Ci * Chua's Five Alleys * Qiu Si's two poems-Moonlight crossing the Tianhe River turns wet, magpies surprise autumn leaves and fly frequently.
35 Lu-Qin Qu Song Fu * Yue Ming Yin-Yunjuan Yunshu, Mingyue Liu. 36 Li Bai-Zage * Lang Yuexing-When he was a child, he didn't know the moon, so he was called Bai Panyu.
37 Zhang Chi-miscellaneous songs * return to lead-welcome the moon, floating clouds * * * I return. 38 Yao school-miscellaneous songs * ancient farewell-light cold into the cave, bright moon full of autumn pool.
39 Wang Ya —— Zaju Song * Chunjiang Song —— I don't feel the night when I return, and I will follow people when I leave Puyue. 40 Li Bai-miscellaneous songs * Gong Xing lyrics-more pity on the moonlit night, the maid-in-waiting laughs and hides the hook.
4 1 Linghu Chu-Zage * Gongqu-Moon autumn wind, on the jade hook bead curtain. 42 Li Bai-Miscellaneous Ballad * Song of Sima Jiangjun-The wind blows Gu Yue to steal Zhang Huatai.
43 Shangguan Yichun should arrive at Feiyun Pavilion in the spring, and it is still early at night in Yueming Building. 44. Lu-Li-floating clouds reflect the Dan River, and the moon is full of green hills.
45 Lu-the official of a gifted scholar-bright moon flows and white clouds die in his hometown. 46 Zhang Jiuling-Full Moon Philip Burkart-Moon, full now at sea, Tianya * * * at this time.
Zhang Jiuling-full moon in autumn-clear moon in Jiangcheng, time in Wan Li. 48 Zhang Jiuling —— Cui Shangshu of the Wind and Official Department looked at Nanshan after the rain in the Ming Dynasty —— the night rain and dust were extinguished at the beginning, and the autumn moon hung.
There is a bright moon in Song Wenzhi-Xiashange-Songjian. When can I visit again? 50. Song Wenzhi-This is a blessed and bad day. Kunming pool should do-don't worry about the bright moon, bring your own night beads.
Then, as if on a moonlit night, lovesickness is the same. 5 1 Ouyang Jiong-Jujube-Every time I see it, it hurts people's feelings and intestines.
52 Water God-Moonlight Singing-jathyapple is bright, green waves are empty. 53 Fu Yuan-pregnant with Liu Xiucai on a moonlit night-I miss you alone, but I work hard, and Ruan Sheng sings a dream.
At this time, Xiaoding was silent, and the ancient pagoda was high in the middle of the month. 54. Jiao Ran-seeing Master Guan back to Jinling-How to remember, don't forget love.
The egret sandbar is late, and the Qinglong Water Temple is cold. Banana flowers covered the ground and cinnamon fell from the altar.
Considering this, we should watch it on a moonlit night. 55. Jiao Ran-New Autumn, Xue Yuan is waiting in Baipingzhou on a moonlit night-the wind wins the blue waves and the wind deceives the sweat.
Who talks for three nights, only the autumn before this month. 56 Fazhen-boating on a moonlit night-the west is full of clouds and the south lake is full of moonlight.
When boat people disappear, they lie in Wuling flowers. 57 Li Zhi-Farewell on a moonlit night-Leave people speechless, the moonlight is silent, and the moonlight is affectionate.
Don't miss people like the bright moon, water city between clouds. Sun Shi-Thank you for sending wine-Thank you for sending sake to the sad people. It's clear, sweet and smells good.
This is a windy night, with a green window and a cup of spring. 59 Huashan old man-moonlit night-the stream is full of wild flowers.
I don't know when to go and when to come, but I often return to the empty mountains and moons. 60 Liu Jian-Zhong Chun went upstairs-The golden cup does not wash the sorrow, and Jiang Yi remembers his hometown.
Fireworks on both sides of the strait are full of spring, and the wind on the first floor and the moonlit night are bleak. 6 1 Jong Li —— I thought about giving something before I left the museum —— Jiang Tingfu, sober, lingering and hateful.
After the banquet, the romantic night was long. Jong Li-Liu Jun, a scholar who sent books-will have a moonlit night and a waterside pavilion.
Jong Li-Autumn Night Book-Sleeping on the pillow, broken dreams, wandering on the wall (note: reading is the same as "poverty"), moonlit night in the window. 64 Yellow Peach-titled "Living in Chen Shan"-Looking at the temple in autumn on the other side of the castle peak, half a bed smells the bell of the moonlight night.
Wei Zhuang-But I saw a lonely village on a moonlit night, and a cow flute broke people's intestines. 66 Zheng Gu -End-Living- Gone with Times, Lonely on a Romantic Night.
Zheng Gu-seeing off Jinshi Zhao Nengqing and returning to the south-sailing on a moonlit night, water and spring are on the shore. Li.
5. Modern poems about the moon (the shorter the better) The moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams-Bian Duanzhang.
Two Moons
Xu zhimo
I see two moons:
General samples, different stages.
One is in the sky at the moment.
Put on the clothes of an open bird;
She did not spare her kindness,
Her gold and silver are all over the floor.
She didn't forget the glass in the Forbidden City.
Three seas have her beauty.
She jumped out of the clouds and into the tree.
Hiding in the new green vines again.
She is so delicate, so beautiful,
The fish at the bottom of the water is also drunk!
But something's wrong with her,
She always likes to consume small things;
Sometimes there are only stars in the sky,
Without that charming round face,
Although I will come back then,
But this lovesickness is a bit difficult!
What you can't see,
Although not to mention how gorgeous!
She also has a drunken smile,
There is also the exquisiteness of rotation;
She never lets people talk about generosity,
It's a pity that you can't see my garden.
What is precious is her infinite magic,
Often pass my mental wave to Korea:
I like the surge of silver waves,
There are silver bells in the waves accompanied by music;
It's just those ponytail bubbles,
It's better than carving jewels.
A perfect moon,
What's more, it will never be incomplete!
As long as I close my eyes,
She went to heaven!
Where the moon rises.
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Moon rises
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
But it was thrown to the moon at night.
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.
Go, the fragrance of the moon.
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
-corrupt cells, each of which is a walking corpse as strong as life.
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 dead bodies, looking for the fragrance of the moon.
6. The Moon Modern Poetry Short Best Answer On August 15, Du Fu of jathyapple looked at the moon and flew to the mirror, returning to his heart and folding his sword.
Turn the tent and travel far, climb the laurel and ascend to heaven. The waterway is suspected of frost and snow, and the forest is covered with feathers.
At this time, I look forward to the white rabbit, and I want to count the autumnal equinox. Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian's atrium, crows inhabiting Bai Shu, and silent wet osmanthus in Coody Leng.
I don't know who will fall in Qiu Si! Wang Changling, lying on the high seat in the south study, we opened the curtain-we saw the rising moon. The clear water-flowing wood flows like waves on our windows and doors.
Time flies, calmly, beyond our wisdom, and the old and the new alternate. Our chosen person, our friend, is singing, perhaps, a sad oriental song by the clear river.
A thousand miles away, there is a smell of orchids coming with the wind. In the mid-autumn moon, Su Shi's twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate.
If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year? Mid-Autumn full moon, cloudless wet clothes, stars pour out the rules.
Lin Dong doesn't interfere with getting up gradually, and seeing the road all over the world. Can also clearly sing the spirit of Hao, willing to teach the dark to take Dan Zhi.
Poor night ChanJuan shadow, facing five waiting for residual wine. Guan Shanyue Li Bai Mingyue rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds.
The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass. At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.
This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive. The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes.
The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away. Thinking about Li Bai at night, the foot of the bed is so bright, will it have frosted? .
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. On a willow moonlit night, the moonlight is deeper than that of half a family, and the Big Dipper languishes in the south.
Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh. The sound of mica screen in Changshang is dark and the long river is sinking.
Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night. Du Fu, a wanderer, heard the drums that predicted the battle. It was the first call of autumn, a wild goose from the border.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. Looking at the moon, I think of a distant moon in Zhang Jiuling, which is now at sea and the horizon is * * * at this time.
Bring a separated heart, and be considerate for a long time at night! Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
In "Frost Moon", Li Shangyin first heard that there was no cicada, and a hundred feet of water met the sky. Su E, a young woman, is cold-resistant, fighting with frost in the middle of the month, dreaming of Meng Haoran in the autumn night, hanging under the moon in the autumn sky, and her luster is wet.
The surprised magpie has not settled, and the flying fireflies are rolling in. The courtyard is sparsely shaded, and the sound of the neighboring night is urgent.
What is the ceremony? Look at the sky and stand. Mid-Autumn Festival in Lu Guimeng and other months, first frost lost late, the wind is like a good season.
The curtain leans against the tree, feeling infinite, and the candle is faint and fragrant. I like to listen to the northern sheng sound, and gradually see the southern star fans.
Who is the coolpad of the school and wants to reduce the first round and noon? Zhuang Ni's Mid-Autumn Festival is too thin to ask words, and the narrow clothes and autumn are already cold.
The child is full of memories and it is difficult to walk. Dew entered the hut, and the sound of streams and stone beaches was loud.
The moon came in the mountains at night, and I didn't see it until dawn. On the night of August 15, Liu Yuxi saw the moon in the dust of Taoyuan, and his feelings were between the fairy houses in the clear autumn.
Long and cold, standing on the highest mountain at this time. Blue is nothing but Feng Yun, and Songshan grows in the water.
A group of people are moving leisurely, and Gogoing is thousands of miles away. Shao Jun led me to the jade altar and invited the real fairy officer to come from afar.
Cloud * (left car right car) moves under the starry sky, the sky is happy and the bones are cold.
7. Modern poems about the moon 1 "Broken chapter"-Author: Bian I saw two moons: the ordinary one, different phases.
One is now wearing the clothes of a bird that is open in the sky; She does not spare her kindness, and her gold and silver are everywhere. She doesn't forget the glass of the Forbidden City, and there is her beauty among the three seas.
She jumped out of the cloud, jumped into the tree and hid in the new green vine. She is so delicate and beautiful that all the fish under the water are drunk! But she is not good at all, and always likes to spend money on small things; Sometimes I can only see stars in the sky. Without that charming round face, I will still come back then, but it's a little hard to miss! You can't see it, let alone how beautiful it is! She also has her drunken smile and subtle turn; She never lets others be generous, but you can't see my garden! What is commendable is her infinite magic, which often brings my spiritual fluctuation to Korea: I love the surging silver waves, and there are music bells in the waves; Even those ponytail bubbles are better than carved jewels.
A perfect moon, the situation is never incomplete! As long as I close my eyes, she will ascend to heaven! 2, "Two moons"-Xu Zhimo The two moons I saw: general appearance, different phases. One is in the sky at this time, wearing the clothes of a birdman; She does not spare her kindness, and her gold and silver are everywhere.
She doesn't forget the glass of the Forbidden City, and there is her beauty among the three seas. She jumped out of the cloud, jumped into the tree and hid in the new green vine.
She is so delicate and beautiful that all the fish under the water are drunk! But she is not good at all, and always likes to spend money on small things; Sometimes I can only see stars in the sky. Without that charming round face, I will still come back then, but it's a little hard to miss! You can't see it, let alone how beautiful it is! She also has her drunken smile and subtle turn; She never lets others be generous, but you can't see my garden! What is commendable is her infinite magic, which often brings my spiritual fluctuation to Korea: I love the surging silver waves, and there are music bells in the waves; Even those ponytail bubbles are better than carved jewels. A perfect moon, the situation is never incomplete! As long as I close my eyes, she will ascend to heaven! 3, "Tide"-Author: Wang Jiaxin moonlight, the tide of love surging in the sea. The closer the moon is to the earth, the more the seawater stirs up layers of tides and rushes to the beach to search desperately.
The moon blushes-although the sea doesn't gently suck her lips, the sea is only deeply encouraged by the flowing light of the moon, and the snow-white love tide rises in rows and falls in rows-and so on, endlessly, but can't get close to the moon. -The sea knew this and took a beautiful picture of the moon. Quietly take it back to the depths of the sea, like a shell that breeds pearls, put a grain of sand in it and close it tightly, leaving only an eternal mystery to the tide watchers, that is, silence and acquiescence. 4. Moon, Moon-Dai Shulun Moon, Moon, how many clouds are lying under you? Emotions and sorrows, human beings through your form.
Round lack, garden lack, selfish propaganda on the earth, you go, I go, who created it on the earth? In spring, summer, autumn and winter, everything grows by the sun. By night, by night, but let you represent sadness.
The moon is walking in the sky, and I swim under it, living in the long river of years. Always feel the warmth of the moonlight. That night, you were spreading the energy of the sun and illuminating people's hearts. The moon, the moon, has long been known to the world.
The earth is inseparable from the dark forces, but some people tend to shape your cold face and write your sadness on your face without damaging the image of a star. 5, a person's moonlight-Li Ruying's joy in the red moon is getting farther and farther, and the middle of the lake has retreated to the window.
The night wind can't blow the shadow, and a person's city is desolate. Considering the reserves, winter is coming to an end.
Without a toast, the words seem to be thousands of miles away. The flowers on the case want to bloom, just like Xiao Han think of snow.
That mountain has been climbed over again and again. There was no sound when the moonlight fell.
What hurts is not only yesterday, today, but also tomorrow.
8. modern poems describing the moon > the most beautiful thing in the world is that the moon is more beautiful than the moon. It is you. The moon is in the sky, and you are on the ground as if it were the end of the world. I am at the cape, and the moon shines in the boundless night sky. In the vast universe, my moon is desolate and small.
It seems that in many impossible places, in every window full of books, I am reading it. Looking at being illuminated also released my dim light.
I watched, I was deep in the sky, trying to compete with time and the sea for that empty desire. But I know very well that the warm flame of human beings is hard to last.
In this way, in the starry night, I was thinking about how to convey my feelings and a cold heart to the moon. I want to say to the moon: I am as eager for dawn as you are.
Lonely words overflow from the keyboard to the screen. I am willing to let the moon taste it.
Night bugs clap their hands outside the window, like an old record passing through the collision of magnetic needles. I heard the smile of the moon in my hesitation to return to the darkness, and the encouragement of the moon made the dream more fragrant.
My moon passes through the clouds, and she wants to break the entanglement of the clouds. Light and diffuse footsteps galloped in the gloom, but I did not forget to draw my thin face with condensed light.
Push open the piano cover and let me compose a tune for you. My spring is lifted under the meteor, and all the flowers and plants will be crazy for you and me.
On a quiet night, I looked at the moon. Your cold and handsome kiss made my heart panic.
Ruthless years will ruin our garden, and the paradise I built will become a fantasy. My dawn will disappear in my old age, whether your face is still bright or not.
I know that in your unyielding character, the lover you chase is always the sun. The moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams. I saw two moons when the branch forest was broken: ordinary and different.
One is now wearing the clothes of a bird that is open in the sky; She does not spare her kindness, and her gold and silver are everywhere. She doesn't forget the glass of the Forbidden City, and there is her beauty among the three seas.
She jumped out of the cloud, jumped into the tree and hid in the new green vine. She is so delicate and beautiful that all the fish under the water are drunk! But she is not good at all, and always likes to spend money on small things; Sometimes I can only see stars in the sky. Without that charming round face, I will still come back then, but it's a little hard to miss! You can't see it, let alone how beautiful it is! She also has her drunken smile and subtle turn; She never lets others be generous, but you can't see my garden! What is commendable is her infinite magic, which often brings my spiritual fluctuation to Korea: I love the surging silver waves, and there are music bells in the waves; Even those ponytail bubbles are better than carved jewels.
A perfect moon, the situation is never incomplete! As long as I close my eyes, she will ascend to heaven! Xu Zhimo's "Two moons" The moon rises with the sound of a carving returning to its nest, and the fish leaps out of blue light and plays the piano to interpret ancient legends. Many unknown people's eyes rested on the birch tree, revealing the wisdom and detachment of the night, but they threw themselves at the moon with infinite tenderness. It was also the window that was cut by the old ladies who posted it on the window that night and was wrapped in ice flowers and melted in the dream. Where the moon rises. Go ahead, the moon is fragrant and the flowers are dark in the subway, and the dead branches of the messy roads in the city are spreading. The blood vessels in our lives are bustling, the cars are caring for people, and we are in a hurry. The corrupt cells are strong and lifelike, and my past is flooding and blooming. Lost love, what I can be a martyr is my dirty and cold internal organs-farewell, my soul leaves my fragile body to go where you belong and exile you to fly freely. I'm not giving you a happy hometown-farewell, my dream, my years. Leave this peaceful and desolate place in the world, leave this clean and dirty place, just go, let's go, drag the dead body and look for the fragrance of the moon. The night is boundless and the people on the road are sparse. There is only one person who broke up, and the tears are all sent.
A breeze blew and the willows fluttered with the wind. Tears haven't dried yet, people have already left, but it's a pity that a song hasn't been sung yet.
Looking back like a dream, may the world stop crying. Today next year, the golden dragon and the jade phoenix fly.
When revisiting the old place, high-five each other and sing songs to celebrate each other. Tears don't leave fragrance, and each song is heavier.
Ps: I took it from a person.