The moon in the sky is the best companion.

Look at the moon quietly and think.

Is that man looking at the moon, too?

Sometimes I think foolishly if I can.

We made an appointment to enjoy the moon together.

Look at the bright star next to the moon.

Even at that moment, we were far apart.

Two distant hearts

Next to the stars and the moon, there will be communication. The moon is getting round. I watch it alone.

The moon is gone again.

A star close to it.

It's getting closer.

After all, I still haven't

I made an appointment with someone else, and I saw 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 have arrived (reprinted from the first model website), please keep this mark. ) come back as usual,

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!

Two moons by Xu zhimo

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.

Look at the moon together

The moon shines on the forest, there is sound on the branches and leaves, and people are in their hearts. The pond is like a deep mirror, reflecting the shadow of the black willow, and the wind is sobbing at the tip of the willow ... Dream on, it's time. The vast and warm peace seems to be coming from the starry sky. This is a happy moment. Where the moon rises Author: On the island where the moon rises, there is the sound of eagles returning to their nests, and fish jumping out of blue light and playing 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. If that is separation, can I forgive you? Like fallen leaves, can I forgive the rudeness of the wind? Spring can forgive years for erasing her. The two crickets stopped making noise. Pomegranate trees are covered with crimson fruits. The last rain wet the wild roses (they say the roses by the lake are like songs). Will you sit under the moon and listen to me sing? Fly into the mountains, fly over the lake to the full moon. Life is a difficult play. There is no light or music on the stage surrounded by everyone. What if I sing that song with a loud voice that I forgot my name? The year will remain unknown. The sky is going to separate again. April has risen to mid-air, and there will be tidal sounds in the lake. What remains unchanged from beginning to end is the full moon and the chrysanthemum lacking the pale forest. Under the moon, you and I bid farewell with tears 1992 10.9 selected lyric poems of Luo Sheng (4 articles) ① Love has a lock in the future and a lock in memory, and her image has been included in a concentric lock; Pure music and single-minded love converge into a river, and her life is a river of glorious rebirth! Picturesque love is a beautiful spring, and dark red thoughts are piled up in the forest-poetic love is an exciting heartstring. Maybe the beautiful fairy in the forest has read the wish in her heart! (2) The Chrysanthemum Flower God fluttered on the chrysanthemums in a garden by the moonlight of clouds, thinking that the mysterious power in the universe could make time return to a certain night recorded in history. In the same moonlight burning incense and praying, there was a woman with a goose eyebrow, slim and pious, looking up-ah! Man is brighter than the moon. The moon in diusim's story is far away. My imagination is like a mermaid swimming on the edge of Xinghai. (3) When fresh water just melts from the glacier, it yearns for freedom. Although it is the son of the mountain, it runs to the sea, because the sea is the immortal river of water! The company commander can't see the source of its loneliness every day. No matter whether it is rainy clouds or roaring sea breeze tomorrow, today's waves show off their ownership by jumping and rushing. (4) I feel a little sad when you are going on a long trip. I didn't expect it to be a rainy sky when you leave. We will all embark on a bleak future and prepare for a stormy life. I'll write to you ... I won't ask you if the sky is ringing on the road or there is wind next to the thunder. Just ask if you have an umbrella in your hand and a rainbow in the sky ... The moon shines in the boundless night sky, and in the boundless 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. Countless times looking forward to the moon, looking forward to that round, dreaming of beautifying my same year. Expectation rises from here, and life rises from here. Hundreds of fantasies, thousands of miles of wind and frost. A story with a string of tears, bitterness, comfort and laughter. Embrace the aura and Xiaomi in Huang Chengcheng, look at ten thousand buildings, and suddenly get up. Refuse to change the position of the train and face the wind and harmony of the times. Often to the moon, but to the moon, cautious and melancholy. Moon, near, look up and ask you. Month, far away, that distant place, relatives, friends, friends ... a glass of wine, for a long time, before falling asleep. Night dreams always show the past. The voice and smile are always so clear, holding familiar hands and always leaving gently. There are a few more lines on the case, written in tears. Many famous sentences remain in a corner of the library, and middle-aged men and women are browsing. When they were in tears, the clock indicated that light-yin-passed. The moon palace is far away and always so beautiful. Crystal clear, big and palace. In the moon palace, the goddess Chang 'e wore the clothes of the moon without rouge and showed it to the world for five thousand years. Lonely Chang 'e has smooth sleeves, beautiful emptiness, beautiful vastness and beautiful Yining. Sprinkle it on the mysteries and thoughts of the world, and let mankind revel in moonlight and tryst. Under the moon, the elderly comfort young men and women, and the world is more beautiful. In the autumn wind, Pinyue hangs in the sky of Na Yue, and it seems to be shaking, and it is shaking more and more. Suddenly, it fell down and landed in my cup. The round and transparent moon is rolling in the cup. Suddenly, the light was shining and the room was red. This light kept spreading around until it spread to the whole sky and the whole universe ... I woke up from my dream and looked out of the window. It was a crescent moon embedded in the dark blue night sky. I want to take it off, but I have to wait until tomorrow. On that day, the sunset wrapped in a heat wave left me, and the coolness just strolled from the east. I couldn't help taking the tea out and sitting in the yard for a while, slowly enjoying the cool tea fragrance. The moon on my head is falling in my cup, with hair tips and tender leaves, slightly rippling and fragrant. Take a deep breath, and the fragrance will run through the whole stomach, then infiltrate into the heart, and then transmit to the ends of every nerve. It's refreshing. It's wonderful! Since then, I love tea, and I love tea in the middle of the month. It's time to explore the moon1July 2, 9691.Humans kissed the moon and left Amster's footprint. However, he didn't go to Chang 'e or visit WU GANG. Although he floated in the moon palace, he picked up the dust that had not floated for hundreds of millions of years. Just, plug in the sign that human beings are coming. The mystery of the moon has dropped by a thousand times, and it remains mysterious. Who will visit the Moon Palace again, meet WU GANG and the goddess Chang 'e, and explore the unexplored secrets? It must be Chang 'e, not you and not me. Hold flowers for Chang 'e and raise a glass to drink with WU GANG. Yes, a dream of 5,000 years. When the moon is full again, video chat with distant friends and friends, so there will be no sadness and no need to miss them; Another Mid-Autumn Festival night, I will hold the moon and tell a mysterious but not old story. Let's drink to the times! What a confused age! What a romantic dream! If one day you and I can't be reincarnated, we will meet again in this dusk and wait patiently and stubbornly for the unfulfilled moon. Isn't that a very good scenery-Linjiang solo dance reflects the graceful figure of the moon, swaying gently, soft as a cloud, elegant as the wind? Slender arms, slowly overlapping, as quiet as the bright moon and as soft as fine sand. With a touch of shyness, I was intoxicated with the bright moon peeping through the probe, and my blush stained the sunset glow on the river. The blossoming waves, embellished by a beautiful long skirt, turn into wonderful and light animations, attracting waterfowl that have stopped falling branches, flapping their wings, hovering by the river, wandering around that delicate figure and singing softly. Waterbirds pluck their softest feathers and quietly pin them on tall hair. The bright moon combed the layers of halo and reflected on the river. The bonfire in the distance, looking at the blue sky by the river, in the distance, slender fingers hold the bright moon on the shore, flowing like running water, flowing ... are the broken flowers on her skirt dancing? Or is her bright water flowing? Black hair, tied with a long red ribbon, ribbon dancing in the wind. Soft black hair, drawing a slender arc in the wind, connects the bright moon with the green water. There is no gap, no boundary. The moon is in the water, and the water is in the middle of the month, inseparable, like a tree with branches connected, snuggling and hugging, with no insurmountable distance and no sudden hesitation. Bright water eyes penetrate the moon's blur. Look at these pure eyes. They are as transparent and clear as water, leaving a round outline of the moon, such as thin silk, embroidered with dexterous hands, so the moon flashes in the water, making the night more focused and calm. I hope that when she dances lightly, the red ribbon will spontaneously fall off, secretly weave into a butterfly, fly in the bright moon, stop in the truest gaze, and freeze into an indelible memory. How eager, when she swings, a strand of long hair falls softly on her palm, quietly woven into colorful splendor, and every stitch has a slow dance. Just like the clear water on this river, it is sparkling and soft as sand in the bright moonlight. Perhaps, it was the gaze between consternation that stopped the hurried steps; Perhaps, the slightly raised arch eyebrows are laughing, which will stop the flustered sight; Perhaps, it is a kind of soft voice like a warbler. After many years of reincarnation, I still miss that exhortation. Secretly follow behind the bright moon, enjoy the solo dance by the river and indulge in the soft warmth. Inch by inch, step by step, surrounded, like a stove in the cold, slowly warming the cold body; A little bit, a little bit, scattered, like water drops dripping from the eaves, slowly wiping the dusty window lattice. The hissing flame burns like a bonfire overlooking the river, and the soft red lights up the dark night; The dripping water is as dense as a curtain and as deep as a bead curtain hanging in the room, and the tinkling sound soothes the eyebrows in a shallow sleep. How I long to put this gentle figure at the ends of the earth and look far away. Like, follow her to draw circles on the rock wall of Tianya. Inside and outside the circle are curling smoke, sweet sunset, blue sea water and quiet moon. A little bit of sweat, eyes and smile, together, become the sharpest and most dexterous meat cleaver. Murals carved on the stone wall will never decline, which cannot be eroded by wind and rain, and cannot be erased by years. That femininity is still dancing in the cloak. The bright moon will only stay for her, and her face will only be seen by her. Without the melancholy of the moon, she will slowly give her warm hands to her cold hands. By the river, there are bonfires everywhere; On the river, fireworks are gorgeous; In the bright moon, the dance steps are still turning, turning, and time is still, still at this moment, in the bright moon. Landlord, do you think this is enough? .