Poems about the moon or stars should be written about the poet

- Selected poems by students.

Figure: A little bit of cocoa.

a) The moon writes every line of poetry on the stars.

Stars are poems written by the moon.

The wind shuttles between the moon and the stars.

Whispered chanting.

Night dips his little feet in ink.

Flipping through the stars.

2) days, is the mailbox.

Always waiting for the troubled people.

Tell them about their troubles.

The moon in the sky is wide and shiny.

often illuminates people's way home.

Let them stop grieving.

c) You see, she's out.

Shamefully revealing half of his face from the back mountain.

White, exceptionally bright and beautiful.

It seems that I am not used to the loneliness of the night.

Shrunk back again.

Silence. iv).

The stars in the sky orbit the lonely moon.

There was a whimper from Lone Moon.

A man's hand waved.

It was Chang'e waving her hand and looking at her hometown.

As for that little bit of sound.

It was Chang'e who was crying.

The huge Guanghan Palace.

Except for Jade Rabbit and Guishu, she was the only one.

5) Behold, the moon hangs on the canopy of heaven.

The moon looked like a woman sitting.

Holding a child and singing a lullaby.

Gently put to sleep. You see, if there is still a palace on the moon?

There was a woman in the temple.

I am looking towards the world.

I think it's the homesickness of the morning and twilight.

6) Night is falling.

A white jade plate hung from the curtain.

The jade rabbit pounded medicine under the laurel tree.

Who sits in front of the dresser in the Guanghan Palace.

But he didn't care about grooming.

Who on earth admires the sky.

Thinking of his wife.

There were still tears in his eyes.

The wine in that glass had flowed to the table.

People's Education Edition 7th Grade Unit 6 Lesson 20 "Heavenly Market" after-class exercise question 4, the topic is roughly: Looking up at the sky, what novel associations and imaginations will you have? Choose a celestial body (e.g., star, moon), use association and imagination to write a small poem.

P.S. Heavenly Market.

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The street lights in the distance were bright, as if countless stars were shining.

The stars in the sky appeared, as if lit by countless street lamps.

I think there must be a beautiful imitation market in the ethereal sky.

Some of the items on display in the market are certainly rare things that are not found in the world.

You see, the shallow heavenly river must be very broad.

The cowherd and weaver girl across the river will definitely be able to ride the cow to and fro.

I think they must be wandering around the streets of heaven at this moment.

If you don't believe it, look at the shooting star, even if they are walking with lanterns.

Moon: A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without hunger. Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadow becomes a three-balance loser. --Li Bai "Drinking Alone Under the Moon".

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown. --Li Bai, "Silent Night Thoughts".

Went up to the west building alone without a word, the moon was like a hook--- Li Yu's "Seeing Joy".

The bright moon is not frightening, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night. --Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon".

In the Qin period, the bright moon and the Han period, thousands of miles of rotten stopping, the Long March people did not return --- Wang Changling's "Out of the Stopper".

People have joys and sorrows, the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to --- Su Shi's "Water Tune Song Head".

The spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me--- Wang Anshi's "Docking Guazhou".

The moon is falling and the sky is full of frost, Jiang Feng is sleeping--- Zhang Ji "Fengqiao Night Park".

The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is --- at this time, Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan".

The wild sky is low and the trees are low, Jiang Qingyue is close to the --- Meng Haoran "Su Jian Dejiang".

Xiaojing but the clouds and temples change, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight? --Li Shangyin, "Untitled".

I don't see the hometown book to spread the goose's feet, but I see the crescent moon spitting moth eyebrows. - Wang Wei.

The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together—Zhang Ruoxu.

Stars: Autumn Dumu.

The silver candle autumn light cold painting screen, light Luo small fan fluttering fireflies.

The night is as cool as water, and you can sit and watch the morning glory Vega.

Thanksgiving to Zhou Zizhi.

The waning moon hangs on the saddle, and the road is long and mountainous. Alone with the cold mink to commit frost dawn. Under the waterside forest, how much loneliness is in this life.

The stars are full of temples, because who has. It's better to do one, short and long fishing. Call the light gull to accompany the old.

Thinking is also better, looking at people's eyebrows, eyes and brains. The world is a dream, when.

Tour Sanjue Mountain Qi yourself.

The white stone road is heavy, and the lingering situation is suddenly poor. The lonely peak is like a pavilion, and ten thousand trees cover the starry sky.

The theory of the world changes at any time, and Zen Huai has experienced the same calamities. The good night is dark, and the sea and the sun are red.

In this case, I personally think that the best way is that you combine the author's background and life experience at that time to better understand his feelings when writing this article is the best, if you can do immersive understanding of the author's thoughts and feelings, you will find out why the author has such feelings.

Sun: Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is old. The sunrise river flowers are red, and the spring river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan?

Moon: Bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

Stars: Silver candles and autumn light cold painting screens, light Luo small fans fluttering fireflies. The night of Tianjie is as cool as water, lying down to watch the morning glory Vega.

At the end of the day, the Yellow River flows into the sea.

The bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected of frost on the ground, raised his head to look at the bright moon, and bowed his head to think of his hometown.

The night is coming.

The sky is still so gloomy.

I await you - the lovely stars and the moon.

You are so beautiful.

The moon, like a jade plate.

Stars, like blinking eyes.

But it's been a long time.

Why haven't you come yet?

I thought: you are lighting up the forest.

You are illuminating the earth.

But why don't you come to me tonight?

I was a little disappointed.

I think you've become hypocritical.

I'm in a dark little corner.

Awaiting your arrival.

The night was getting deeper. I was illuminated by a few faint rays of light.

Look up. I couldn't be happier.

The stars and the moon came to me.

Admire the enchanting moon and stars.

I cast appreciative glances at them.

They are doing their best.

Get rid of the clouds.

Give light to all that is on the earth.

That's when I found out.

You are the upright stars and the moon.

Thy heart is beautiful for the moon, so beautiful for you, how great you are. The stars are children. The moon is a mother's heart, and the child is guarded by the mother. What a great moon! I admire you!

I love you for the moon and I love you for the stars.

Thank you for sleeping with me every day.

The moon you are so beautiful, and like an adult.

Stars you are so cute again, and like a child.

Finally know that you are guarding the night.

The moon is still so bright.

But the heart is scarred.

When you're tired, you should put it down.

If you get hurt, you should leave.

Yue'er, you are so bright.

Star, you are so charming.

It's like yesterday. The truth shatters your beautiful illusions.

If your heart is broken, you should leave.

The moon and the stars, you are still the same.

But I can't go back.