Who has love poems about stars?

Damselfly pillows and looks at the starry sky.

Sun Bo) The frog is singing on the shore at night, and the head is pillowed on the side of the bean lady.

The crickets flapped their wings and sang wildly, and the dragonflies were silent.

The red dust is confused, and the moon shadow and starry sky are relatively round.

Who is drunk with a shadow heart, and Beidou sleeps alone in his eyes.

Lihu Night Shadow. Sun Bo).

The night on the waterfront of Lihu Lake is cool, and the heart is slowly opened.

One acre of lotus pond pillow neon, double stars with the moon far away hills.

The evening breeze is fragrant, and the drunkenness gradually wakes up and is full of pity.

I hate the moon and night, and it is difficult to form a pair and let go.

On June 22, 2009 (May 3 day of the year of Yi Chou), after a period of work, drunk at noon, and visited Lihu Park with his son in the evening, he opened his heart, chatted about the past, slowly counted melancholy, woke up, people were drunk, hated to be born at the right time, people were not anywhere, unsatisfactory, did not follow people, went to the distance in a small boat, the number of anglers, the lake was scattered with a little crystal, the evening breeze passed by, the incense bursts, and the panicked heart was suddenly quiet, as if the world had no worries, no complaints, no disasters, no difficulties, no cases, no silk and bamboo ears, Suddenly I knew that people had grown up, their hearts were full of throbbing, and they only hated that they were born at the wrong time.

This song does not write stars, but it is a love word.

The warbler cries in the prelude and looks forward to the return date.

Sun Bo) hustle and bustle slowly turned to chill. Beiyan flew south. The river is blue, and the clear flow flows to the east. It seems to send the lovesick invitation.

The ship is full of letters, especially the remaining letters. Butterfly clothes flying all over the sky. The warbler argues for itself. How to dance like a swallow.

If you are intoxicated, why bother with three lives. This life is blurred. The red dust is drunk, and it is snuggling. Who leans on the railing.

It has been agreed that the autumn rain will return. Looking forward to the return date, tears every day. Looking at the sky, a little green smoke. Rujun laughs.

Jun runs for the future. Drop-off pavilion. Endure watching people leave.

I also hated it, and I didn't have it. The wine cup is not cold, and there is no figure. The spring breeze continues coldly.

Ten miles of anticipation. The face faded away. Qingsi has already seen gray hair. regretted that he couldn't fly away at the beginning.

The candle shadow of the west window is only cut for return. The night rain fills the autumn pool.

The sky is full of jade beads. How to endure anywhere. There is a period of time and no time. How to sigh and sigh.

Invite wine to induce bowels and hairpins to break tears. But it was difficult to do it, and I cut the candle and wept alone.

Wait for thousands of strands of love. A thousand tendernesses. The infatuation has been abandoned.

Note: The preface of this warbler is written about an infatuated woman who was abandoned by her partner on the grounds of "going to the future", but the woman especially believed in what her partner said: "Why should you cut the candles in the west window, but when it rains at night in Bashan", she has been waiting persistently until the autumn of many years later, the green silk turns gray, and the autumn rain has already filled the pond outside the west window, but the partner has not returned.

The night of Tianjie is as cool as water, lying down to watch the morning glory Vega.

Morning Glory.

Nineteen Ancient Poems

Morning Glory, the Han Girl of the Bright River.

Slender hands, zaza lanes.

All day long, sobbing like rain.

The river is clear and shallow, how much is it different?

Yingying is in the water, and the pulse is silent.