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Poetry of the Moon

Poetry about the Moon 1 Sexy Moon

Deeply tired, just a smile. Napoleon is here? Non-literati nib. -inscription

I have been busy losing weight.

For a haggard

Walk with an artificial swing

Curved phantom

I'm in a hurry to go out now.

Forget that men in China drink red wine.

Can't lift it

wineglass

It is Zhao

Yu Pei stood on the wrong side.

Or Li Qingzhao

Sitting alone in a blue boat

Lost the mirror.

Sexy once in thousands of years.

Lady Yang

Second, about fashion: Li Qingzhao is not a nude model.

Tips: It is not a poem, a word or an article, but it is a line. Divide the line because it can appear more words.

West building no longer

Sell Hosta and Golden Hairpin.

Long skirts are still in fashion.

Staying is not nostalgia.

Just for this season

There must be winter.

Nudity is art.

At that time, painters were not bold enough.

A good car is a precious horse-expensive

No auto show.

Car model bare chest is not a post-poem.

Not a family.

Who will fill it out?

Kneel down and write to sell.

The long skirt was torn.

This skirt is dirty.

No change of heart

Just because it's a thousand years early

Three about fashion: Du Fu has no villa.

Not a poem, not a word, not a text, but a branch. Divide lines, because you can have more words.

Come and see this magnificent manor.

Not to pay tribute.

I knew it.

That's actually not the original nest.

Just someone

With your imaginary sympathy

Play with migratory birds like you.

Because since Nestle was built,

There must be only dry branches and hay.

About Confucius: The Art of Waxing

Bull-breaking car

The bumps on the international stage

Kings and generals

Long Dao just raised.

Hurry up.

Wax on the blade

Kill without seeing blood.

Let's see further.

This kind of scenery is called benevolence.

Five different fashion shows

Gaotouloutai

cat walk

No, Katyusha is graceful on the shore.

A steep imitation show

Pedestrian side light

Question mark: Who wants to jump off a building?

T-shaped stage frame

Look back at the hanger

Take a long breath of sympathy.

Dry clothes

Just a tramp

Laugh a lot

Reading is infinite and profound.

Empty shelf display

Substitution trend

Dunhuang element embellishment

Tailored retro style

China Poet Design

vogueart

Poetry about the moon

Where are you?

Are you hiding behind the clouds?

I can't see your face tonight.

I am a little orchid.

Although living in an empty valley

But it's hard to hide my thoughts of you.

Trying to stay in this muddy night.

Looking for your clear eyes

How I want to be Chang 'e.

always by your side

moon

The wind gently brushed my face.

The sideburns block your view.

You know

What is floating in the air?

It is my blessing and attachment to you.

I wish you bright and dazzling.

I wish you a harmonious relationship with Chang 'e.

I wish you happiness forever.

It's just that I'm sad

You can't look at it

moon

Tears don't know when to fall.

Moisten my eyes.

Wet a few lines of poetry

Soaked my poem.

Mid-autumn festival in the future

Do you suffer from insomnia like me?

I will still stand in the distant horizon.

Looking at you affectionately

I can't forget the lingering in that dream.

You will be my attachment for the rest of my life.

Poetry about the Moon 3 The Moon fell in love with the Earth,

Every minute,

Month after month,

Around the earth day and night.

This infatuation!

Earth-shattering

The earth gradually fell in love with the moon,

The passion in my heart

Like magma surging in the center of the earth,

The moon felt the tremor of the earth,

Helpless,

A reserved heart never dares to express itself again,

Because there are thousands of twinkling stars in the sky.

Peeping,

I've been spying.

This great love.

The moon loves the earth,

The earth loves the moon,

This love has lasted for millions of years,

This love is full of lovesickness,

The back of the earth's depression expands into mountains and jungles,

The rushing blood flows into rivers, lakes and seas.

Crazy ideas keep expanding,

Osmanthus fragrans covers half a month,

Turbulent rivers are often flooded.

This pair of affectionate lovers!

Recognized by heaven,

It is stipulated that they should never be near each other,

Can only silently cycle in the preset orbit.

What a gentle feeling!

Turn into weeping willows and stand on the bank of the West Lake.

The soft waves of the West Lake!

Is that kind of unfathomable clear eyes.

Moonlight is like washing, moonlight is like practicing,

The round moon is like a white jade plate.

Reflected in the soft waves of the West Lake,

The faint ripples in circles,

Blending and cheering,

Even everything around.

All melted in this thick moonlight,

Drunk, drunk ...

Poetry about the Moon: The Moon on the 15th, why are you so bright and kind?

Are you eager to show your face because of the earth's cover?

How many people run on the road day and night to see your light?

The dream of reunion has made many people deeply grieved and braved the wind and waves.

The fifteenth moon, the energy you have stored for a year, is released today.

Just like parents who have worked hard for a year, they put a sumptuous dinner on the table today.

There is no shortage of fruits and vegetables, and chickens, ducks and fish are all on the table, drinking heartily.

A year's joys and sorrows are poured out at the dinner table, and relatives give you strength.

On the fifteenth moon, you shed refreshing light and gently shine on everyone.

Just like a mother's soft palm, it soothes her child's wounds and friendship flows.

For thousands of years, you have become the messenger of people's happiness.

You live in people's psychology, laurel and rabbit, Chang 'e's sorrow.

Poetry about the Moon 5 That year,

You took my hand and said,

I am the moon in your heart.

Truth in words,

Turned into a spring breeze,

Blow sweetness into my heart.

Even so,

Cross the ocean with you,

Even so,

When you travel all over the sky,

I can still feel it,

I am as happy as a flower.

Today I want to say,

Dear,

You,

Is the sun in my heart,

Put on a deep love,

Walk into the bright sunshine in spring.

The four seasons that warm my life,

Light up every day of my life.

Although,

In the days of mutual concern,

It's always full,

I am willful and stubborn.

But I deeply understand,

Without the sun,

How can the moon have charming light?

Dear,

Do you know that?/You know what?

That's your moon,

And you,

That's my sun.

Poetry about the Moon 6 "Moon, Moon"

Moon, moon

Mysterious girl

You are round and short.

You are black and bright.

Show happiness and sadness.

Is it to wake me up?

Thick, light and thick.

The hope of a lifetime?

Moon, moon

Mysterious girl

You left and came again.

You appear and hide.

That's the passion. Turn around.

Is it to ask me out?

Near, far, near.

A lifelong dream?

Poetry about the Moon 7 Moon in Spring by Mo Qingli

The Moon in Spring

yolk

My eyes

Also plated with a layer of golden light.

The Moon in Spring

It's new

Just took off the bloated winter.

be radiant with delight/joy

Put on bright makeup in spring

The Moon in Spring

With the fragrance of wheat.

Like a newly married bride

Touch the hair of the grass

Kiss the face of a flower

So, one side of the country

It prolongs the fragrance of the Spring Festival.

The Moon in Spring

It's really written in the sky

Such as hieroglyphics

Reality. Vivid. Good image

That's not a dream.

That's the folks.

Poems carefully fiddling with farm tools

The sound of the water pump rhymes.

Longgou is a line of poetry.

Oh! The Moon in Spring

Bright yellow bright yellow

Split and secrete elegant light.

Is that wine?

Scoop a spoonful to drink.

Suddenly, Li Bai was drunk and blurred.

My heart is sweet, too.

The Moon in Spring

The intoxicating moon

Men's wine

A woman's soft heart

The poet's heart

Farmers' wishes ...

Moonlight Author: glitz and vicissitudes who hurt who

The night came quietly.

The moonlight shines on the earth.

night with beautiful moonlight

Gentle all night

A little gauze

Make the earth a little hazy.

Perched bird

In the nest built by mother

Go to sleep peacefully

The earth gradually closed the moonlight.

Make the night a little more mysterious.

Stars in the sky

Like a shining jewel.

Give the bird a warm dream.

Let mother wait by your side

Be quiet.

Hold the moonlight: fill the first quarter moon

At this time, in addition to moonlight.

Only emptiness remains.

I thought I heard someone calling in the distance.

Like nature

On a quiet night, if the first quarter moon has feelings.

Can you give it to someone who can't end it?

Some traction

Like the tide

Up or down

After all, it is an end.

Moonlight flooded the bed.

sparklet

Before someone leaves, have a good reflection.

The silhouette left by the window

Like a knife

Cut the heart, but cut the resentment.

now

I just buried myself gently in my arms.

It's like my sky is full of moonlight.

Tonight's Moon —— Written by Shuni on Mid-Autumn Festival

The moon tonight

Always through the dark clouds

Don't want to see it?

A Chinese captain is still detained in a foreign country.

The moon tonight

Much like the pale face of a mother who just died.

Even with the money mountain as an obstacle.

I also want to see behind bars.

The moon tonight

Like a family torn apart by cruelty-

Tears flowed down the gap.

On 9.6 million square kilometers of land.

The moon tonight

This is a huge ship.

Full of the anger of a nation, heading for an island.

Nobody wants to stop it.

Conan Yimeng's Moonlight in My Hometown

See the moon

I want a place called home.

My hometown

Right under the roundest and biggest moon.

Bright moonlight

Always light up the land of my hometown.

Time is running out.

Listen to your mother.

There is a big tree on the moon.

There is a child my age under the big tree.

Play happily on the swing

I also received a letter from my mother.

When the moon is not round

Don't point at the moon.

Because she will be angry.

Will sneak down when I'm asleep

Bite my ear.

This day

I have grown up.

Carrying a simple bag

Left the person you love.

Say goodbye to my lovely hometown.

Wandering the streets of the city

Like a dream.

Years baptize the dust.

The vicissitudes of life in the blink of an eye.

I often stand by the window alone.

Staring at the moon in the sky

Thinking about the person I love.

Miss my hometown

But always so bleak.

I can't see that big tree

I can't see the children on the swing.

I can't see where the moonlight falls.

I miss my mother far away.

Are you staring at the moonlight in your hometown?

Finally, one day.

I asked my mother doubtfully.

Why is this?

Mom told me with a smile

My children/my children

Only the moonlight at home is the roundest and brightest.

My eyes are moist.

Tears have slipped down my face.

Can't help sobbing shouted

Mom, I miss you so much.

Mom, I miss my hometown very much.

Poetry 8 about the moon "When will the moon shine?"

Song sushi

When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.

The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. There should be no hate, and nothing can be done. People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.

Looking at the moon, thinking of a distant one.

Don Zhang Jiuling

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.

Think of my brothers on a moonlit night.

Don du fu

A vagrant heard the drums heralding the battle, which was the first call of a wild goose on the border in autumn.

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.

It is inevitable to send books. What can you expect in the war? .

Watch the moon in the pavilion on the evening of August 15th.

Tang Bai Juyi

On the evening of August 15 last year, next to the apricot garden by Qujiang Pool.

On the night of August 15 this year, in front of Songpu Shatou Water Hall.

Where is the hometown in the northwest and the full moon in the southeast.

Yesterday, the wind blew and no one would meet. Tonight, the light is as clear as usual.

Drink the 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.

Playing with the moon in Taoyuan on August 15th.

Don Liu Yuxi

Seeing the moon in the dust is also idle, and love is 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.

The clouds are trying to move under the starry sky, and the sky is screaming with cold.

Jin Xin gradually moved eastward, and the shadow of the wheel still rose.

It is difficult to get back together when it is absolutely beautiful, and he should be disappointed on this day.

the mid autumn moon

stretch

Ten rounds of frost shadows turn to court, and tonight is a lonely corner.

Su E may have no regrets, but Yuchan is lonely and lonely.

Say goodbye to the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Song Xin qi Ji

Go to the West Building before it's too late for Yun Zheyue. But when he called, the jade flute cracked with a loud noise. Who let curling float in the world, the most pitiful to the husband. Ask Chang 'e, lonely, cold and sad, you should be happy.

Clouds are full and Joan cups are slippery. Dance with long sleeves, sing and swallow saliva. Nine times out of ten, it still needs grinding. It's so late to make a long circle, and human feelings may not see farewell. Put the past and hate together and return to it.

"Back to Dong for Mid-Autumn Festival"

Tian Xiang, Wen Song

Overlapping festivals along the river, painting boat ice; When the moon raises a glass, you will be fragrant and green. Worship the fall of Huaxing, about the floating of the bright moon. The wind and rain are all over the city, why are you lucky to be near? The picturesque mountains and rivers are still the trip to Chibi in those days. Straw is rewarded, and cloth is distributed in turn.

Mid-Autumn Festival Waiting for the Moon

Don Lu Guimeng

It's late in first frost, and 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?

The sadness of the moon

Tonight, the moon enters an infinite lazy dream.

Like a beautiful woman lying on an overlapping mattress,

Feel free to use her hand before going to bed.

Gently stroke the outline of your breast,

Like an avalanche on the soft satin back,