Good night poem: White Moonlight
Until,
the whole season passes,
only to remember,
broken thoughts,
already,
left the most bitter drop.
If
the pain of a season of autumn wind
can make breathing stop,
then
who, after many years,
will still be
searching for,
in the grass and trees in the autumn,
about the news that was lost at some time.
If,
just accidentally,
the heart deep in the ink,
then,
I promise you,
wake up,
crappy injuries,
there will be no trace.
Corner of time,
Suddenly,
become quiet,
can hear the sound of the leaves falling,
in a flash of light behind,
and spinning into the flowers of happiness.
Thoughts,
Years of thinning and reducing,
Canyon months and months of traces,
Just temporarily hide the smile,
To be heart,
Haze is no longer cloudy,
But the original intention of the unrepentant,
Through the winds and rains,
Still unchanging beauty.
2. Moonlight is like water, moonlight is like a painting, moonlight is like a poem, moonlight is like a song. I love the moonlight as watery and crystalline, I love the moonlight as picturesque and beautiful, and I love the moonlight as poetic and meaningful.
3, the round moon is proud to put out the soft moonlight. Her round face, hung with a kind and gentle smile, quietly looking at the earth. A few gray thin clouds lingering in the soft moonlight, rushing a day of the river calmed down. The moon is reflected in the river, the evening wind, sparkling, the whole wide mouth of the river is like a moon mirror, like a long white jade, like a ribbon full of jewels. Moonlight on the houses, such as smoke and fog covered the earth to the ground covered with a thick layer of white dew, to the crops covered with a light dream.
4, quiet night, light moonlight, a few rods of green bamboo, was a small window cut into a painting, outlined is the beauty of the frame. I am swinging in the beautiful painting of the moonlight, enjoying.
5, late at night, the moon hangs high. A piece of moonlight, gently sprinkled down, sprinkled in the eaves, sprinkled in the river, sprinkled in the tower towering into the night sky, sprinkled in the vine drooping wall. The stone paved path is empty, allowing the moonlight to shine, flooded with silver light. A simple house, many people in the tightly organized, through the doorway, the bright and shaky figures appear, the air is filled with a disturbing atmosphere, which is the omen of the coming storm.
6, moonlight, gently, gently, such as from the doorway squeezed into a wisp of wind; such as a mother caressing the child's hands; such as an angel on a veil. Around the quiet, quiet, I seem to hear their own "thumping" heartbeat. There is no earthly clamor, no worldly troubles, only a part of my own serenity.
7, around the very quiet, as if you can hear the sound of the moonlight falling, quiet, beautiful. Under the moonlight, there is no delicate flowers, no verdant leaves, no May warmth, there is only cold, depressed, silent. But because the moonlight seems gentle. Under the blue sky, surprisingly dazzling, radiant. As if it is a magnificent jewel, is drifting down a snowflake, white birds such as cicada feathers ......
8, moonlight, quiet moonlight, the living beings in the mountains and forests because of your touch and peace. "Bright peng pine shine, clear spring stone flow", can imagine, silent mountain forest, a wisp of milky white soft moonlight through the tufts of pine needles, pouncing on the tinkling sound of the spring in the light of the pebbles. The sound of "ding dong" powerful impact on the hearts of living beings, accompanied by the moonlight leaking down, can never be composed of heavenly music, can never be made of the world's most famous paintings, any one of the inanimate colors can not interpret the life of the moonlight, the only thing is to open up, to accept the moonlight soft whispers. The only thing I can do is to open my heart and accept the gentle whisper of the moonlight.
9, the moonlight through the shade of the trees, leaking a glittering broken jade. The moon is like a big jade disk, the moonlight will fall on everyone's face, feel so comfortable face, how soft ah! The moon quietly opened its eyes from the eastern sky, like a naughty child. Walked past every family guest night, in people fall asleep gently do over their bedrooms, caressing their faces. The moon is as bright as the day the moon cage gossamer bright moon, make people happy - moonlight like water, the moon color is charming. I gazed at the moon and was lost in thought, the moon is so beautiful. Is it possible for me to sit on a spaceship and travel into space? Can I meet Chang'e and Wu Gang? Can I play with the Jade Rabbit?
10, moonlight is always mixed with the flavor of thoughts and nostalgia. Those wandering outside the traveler ah, can be tossed in the middle of the rivers and lakes, can withstand the hardship of displacement, can borrow wine to dispel the sorrows, but it is difficult to give up the moonlight to bring their feelings. That clear as water moonlight, inadvertently touched their heartstrings. Therefore, the unrestrained Li Bai will softly chant: raise your head to look at the bright moon, head down to think of the hometown. That is why the bold and dashing Su Shi could not resist "the sadness of the short pines on the night of the bright moon, which breaks my heart year after year". Therefore, Lin Qingxuan would also like to warm a pot of wine under the moonlight, intoxicated in the haze. They treasure the moonlight, cherish this titillating song of the ages, because only the moonlight can hear their hearts.
11, moonlight quietly diffuse, night, dancing on the fingertips of the wind. The past is worth remembering: in this moonlight like water water like sky night, I sighed y at the window. To experience that one unnamable mood ......
12, moonlight like a heart-stopping melody, is the poet's heart of the eternal song. Moonlight like a pot of sweet and cold wine, brewing time the longer, the more overflowing intoxicating fragrance. Moonlight like a confidant, listening to your heart's ramblings, give you the most sincere advice.
13, moonlight is the most beautiful in the world, the apple tree in the village is the most beautiful, moonlight on the apple tree, is the meeting of beauty and beauty, is the ultimate and infinite collision, is the birth of the world's great beauty. It can even be said that if the moonlight is female, the apple tree is of course male, then the apple orchard under the moonlight is a small warm home, like a good man and a beautiful woman come together to form a happy and beautiful home.
14, intoxicated in the moonlight, but also in the moonlight thinking; in the moonlight melancholy, but also in the moonlight sighing; in the moonlight wandering, but also in the moonlight chanting; in the moonlight walk alone, but also in the moonlight silence. Recalling the left and right, looking around, I realized that no one, no one company, seems to be lonely, also seems to be cold, but I do not know that the moonlight is soft, at this time it is such as sentimental and considerate woman, came into my heart.
15, the moon is coming out. The moon is still far away, but behind the horizon, people feel that it rises from the dark abyss. A faint light lent a lace to the tops of the trees that surrounded the high slopes, as if they were the rims of goblets, and the flanking shadows of these tree peaks, reflected in the shimmering light, appeared deeper and darker by the minute than by the minute.
16, the mist dissipated, silver moonlight like a self-satisfied dazzling widow's mourning clothes, covered the vast sandy beach. There is not a boat on the river, not even see a microwave, the heart of the river bank, everywhere is a quiet, which is like death to bring the suffering of the sick a kind of endless peace.
17, silver-white moonlight on the ground, everywhere there are crickets chirping. The fragrance of the night filled the air, weaving a soft net that covered all the sights. Eyes in contact with are covered with this soft network of things, any grass and trees, are not as in the daytime as the reality, they have a fuzzy color, each of which is hidden in its delicate point, all keep its secrets, so that a person has a kind of dreamlike feeling.
18, the night, just darkened, dense fog layers diffuse ripples, smoked a calm and peaceful night, white fog in the light of the gentle moonlight and street lamps, then dyed gold. Under the moonlight, the leaves "rustling", as if playing a "moonlight song", delicate and poignant, deep and wonderful, the beating notes as if from the hazy moonlight jumped out, intoxicating.
19, everything in the world is God's creation, are very and attainment, but the moon is different, the moon has its own character, there is a cloudy and round, the moon's divine grace is reflected here. Why should the moon strive for splendor? Her purpose is to make the night no longer terrible, to give people a piece of warmth, a piece of light!
20, moonlight, soft, soft, like just after washing satin, like a baby trickle of skin. At this time, the clear light of the high-rise, small windows slipped out of the orange light all kinds of, and this elegant moonlight constitutes a wonderful piece of work, no wonder even the great poet Li Bai also want to "raise a glass to invite the moon", that a clear moon, subdue the pain, fatigue and anger, so that they sleep; moonlight, dissolved hatred, desire and incomprehension, so that they disappear, the moonlight, the moonlight, the moonlight, the moonlight, the moonlight, the moonlight, the moonlight, the moonlight, the moonlight, the moonlight, the moonlight, the moonlight, the moonlight, the moonlight, the moonlight, the moonlight, the moonlight, the moonlight. The moonlight, which makes the arrogance of the successful and the inferiority of the defeated dream at the same time, has a tolerant heart!
21, moonlight, cold moonlight, how many people's despair, how many people's wishes, how many people's thoughts, how many people's grief. "Smoke over cold water and moon over sand", the moonlight is misty, is not tolerate to see the upcoming destruction of the country? "Night chanting should feel the moonlight cold", the moonlight is cold, because there is no beloved companion? "Raise a glass to invite the moon, the shadow into three people", so lonely that you have to invite the moon **** drink, is it lonely? "But I wish you a long time, a thousand miles *** Canyuanjuan", is the best wish for people?
22, the moonlight in autumn is bland, but also quite flawless, in the quiet of the night more elegant and noble, but I still see the moonlight that from time to time revealed the melancholy and sadness. Maybe it is too far away from the red dust, maybe it is a long time lonely, in the sky although it seems to be high in the sky, but it is so empty and cold heart, only this melancholy and sullen.
23, all the way, the moonlight through the roadside branches, unreservedly pouring a ground, raise your head, see is still the moon that kind and soft face, feel the whole body and mind are wrapped in the month, will feel no longer cold. The footsteps are also light and fast, the front of a few old women walking and chatting, and sometimes issued a bright laughter. I heard that they were going to the square in front to dance! It's been a long time since I felt this way, so I fell in love with the winter moonlight and the winter mood.
24, the night is deep, the bamboo outside the window is silent silence, the wind has long run away, the moonlight is still faint, in the silent sprinkle, and at this time, I glanced at the time, suddenly saw the moonlight irradiated by the clouds hiding in the distance: silently, quietly in tears, but did not fall down.
25. I was walking in the moonlight, strolling in the garden path. The wind sang softly, soft moonlight, reproduced Su Shi's open-mindedness in the year 'under the court like a pool of empty water'. Moonlight in his heart is such a wonderful, silver-white moonlight is not enlighten us open-mindedness is a kind of beauty? Didn't he also say 'I don't know what year the palace in the sky is now?' Is it also suggesting that we should cherish time as it passes easily?
Good night poem: I think of you in a poem
A story in the light
Singing an immortal legend
A piece of past
Annihilated in the rush of the year
In order to meet with you
I went through the night of the bright moon on the twenty-fourth bridge
Copying a poem over and over again
Only for the sake of, and for the sake of a voice that knows softly in the ear.
I copied your name in words
Carved the name and the name together
Then all the shallow relationships are profound
If the spring is over
Then my poetry
Is for you only
When stranding memories on the deserted beach
The empty heart has become peaceful.
Just so there's an address to send my thoughts to
The wind and flowers pass the scent
I thought of you in a poem
When spring came
I didn't care too much
I was just looking for you in the direction of a blossoming flower
Words, copied one by one
The heart, fixed in a single-mindedness
I didn't care very much
I didn't care very much
I didn't care very much
I didn't care very much
I didn't care very much.
The meaning of the blotting ink
I only care
The fragrance of the ink has your shadow
Spring is getting old
The May poem is still hesitating at the tip of the pen
My hands are holding the coolness of the fingertips
What is seated in the light of the day is not only the old story
But also a line of destiny of the stranger's flower blossom
If you have any questions, please contact me. >
If!
That timed love is shallow
The fate of the gathering of fate, turn around, forget.
A paper of poetry spreads in May
A wisp of flowers seeps in the depths of the heart
Touching the temperature of a flower
Poetry in the human May Day
Always blooming in the branches
The deep love of the pen
And always be the tip of the pen is a powerful forensic evidence
Poem for good night: Autumn paper, water lines, rememberThe paper of the autumn paper, water lines, remember
The paper of the autumn paper, water lines, remember
The paper of the autumn paper, water lines, remember
The paper of the autumn paper, water lines, remember
Autumn paper
One
We met at a very early hour
Earlier than the morning of the jasmine white flower,
Earlier than the pale purple wings of the thin hibiscus flower
You may have forgotten because it was too early
I ask you to remember slowly, slowly
Turn it over, slowly trace it back to the time when I was the earliest and the most Weeping
roses
two
the earliest is a precocious
or young love, delivered in poems
easy to bury but not easy to die, burn it
to ashes, sprinkled in the wind
will be resurrected and reunited in 20 years
into a form that will carry the tears to fly
three
If you promise again
with all the hopelessness
with all the necessity, with all the
ah, please tell me
just let the sands blow away
all the leaves of the trees, the seeds of the flowers
and the wings of that unforgiving butterfly
and if you're determined to miss it
it's all the helplessness, all the apologies
let me just say that I'm sorry, I'm sorry. p>
Let me become
a withered and cut-off rose
watery
I suddenly thought of you
but not the you after the robbery, the you when all the flowers are gone
why is it that if there is a direction
all the crowds of people are in the direction of dispersing
why is it that when all the lamps are exhausted, the light does not come to you
the first day of the child's foolishness, the first day of the child's life, is not the first day of the child's life, but it is the first day of his or her life.
The Suddenly I thought of you, but not at this moment. I think of you, but not at this moment
No longer starry-eyed, no longer beautiful
Not in the best of dreams, the best of dreams
Suddenly I think of you
But the sadness is faint
Like a boat on the shore
A ripple in the water on the shore of a boat
I remember
If you, if you ever told me
I'd like to know if you ever said anything to me
If you ever said anything to me
I'd like to know if you ever said anything to me
I'd like to know if you'd ever say anything to me
One sentence
True and pure words
I wake up in the morning
And I remember it
Young years
Simple things
If you said
One sentence
Shallow and deep
Words that fly in the clouds and snow falls
Concerned is the question
And Sometimes
concern
is
not to ask
if there is no news
like the still
sea after a shipwreck, and in fact
still remembering
if one has written once or twice at the end of the summer
at the beginning of the fall
a cryptic word
that reflects a word or two that has not been written in the past, but that has not been written in the past.
Shadowing the chance
Like the chance
of falling rain
- also remembering