Write a short poem on the topic of Shooting Stars 5

Flying in the sky.

Freedom, unrestrained yearning.

The night is also crying for dawn.

Oh, that watchful look.

There were tears and joy.

That's the root of life

I know, ahead.

Countless people are trekking.

Oh, and the story will sprout.

I am walking through heaven and earth.

A spirit who is constantly searching for the true meaning.

Shooting stars streak across the night sky.

I have left footprints.

In the joy grows regret.

It's like your own life.

In the midst of suffering there is light.

The darkness continues to this day.

The long night endured all kinds of struggles.

Who can see my true form?

Who will quietly imagine life?

The trajectory of moving forward silently——

Witness of ups and downs of wind and rain.

The years are gone, and the fallen leaves are scattered.

I know that meteors also have eternity.

That's life for yourself.

Reflection over and over again.

Oh, and the meteor turned to ashes.

But there are still many people.

I am waiting for the sun to wake up.

Patches of clouds across the sky.

I continue the warmth in my heart.

Oh, the mottling of space presentation.

It has left light and shadow on the soul.

Life is flying freely

I am the migrating meteor.

It records different grievances, loves, and hates.

In the years, it has come and gone.

Oh, the results we need.

How do you keep your heart in your mind for a lifetime?

I turned into a shooting star. Migration Pursuit.

Transience is also faint by life.

Tragic love, no despair.

I know that love is guarding.

The sky was left with laughter and cries.

Life has regrets

But that's another symbol.

Life is short. Beauty doesn't grow old.

I fly freely between heaven and earth.

Meteors also have a soul of their own.

We come from different galaxies in the universe.

We're always lighting up the night.

Let the night of the earth.

Lights appear. We flicker from time to time because the mood is just as bright.

We're sometimes gloomy because we're in the same gloomy mood.

We come from human language.

They are called stars.

They give us.

Colorful names.

Stars are our reputation.

It represents infinite glory.

Starry eyes are our five senses.

It stands for clear eyes.

Together, we can form a seven-star alignment.

We sprinkle on the mountain streams and turn into bright stars.

No matter how many centuries have passed.

It doesn't matter if the world is destroyed or not.

We are still an eternal being.

Eternity or fall.

It reflects the prosperity and loneliness of the city.

So I should speak or be silent.

Laughter or sorrow.

pinned. It may have fallen hundreds of millions of years ago.

Then a distant view under the stars.

Whether it's worry or loneliness.

Is it a dream or a tear.

Blurred distant starlight and lights.

Endless indifference can't escape the endless night.

It's like starlight with you and me.

Can't escape the snub of fate.

Chase from dusk to sunset.

Chase from the ground to the corners of the Milky Way.

But I still can't catch up with the fading color of the rainbow.

The night is always drenched in starry sky.

But forgot to leave the color of the sunset.

Only me. Confront darkness or loneliness.

Knock down the rhyme foot.

Never like this moment.

So looking forward to the fall.

How many tears of sadness welled up in my heart last night.

Only the stars know my heart.

How many lost dreams are buried in my heart tonight.

Only the stars care for my heart.

Tomorrow's melancholy heart shakes in front of me.

The stars winked.

Dozens of cold and summer in the world.

In the blink of an eye, it was like clouds and haze.

Like the puffy clouds.

Tell the story of the passage of time.

The end of life is not a light smoke.

I miss it deeply.

Entrust the faint starlight.

Hopefully one day you will understand.

The stars can understand my suffering.

I hope you already know what I want.

You need to write it yourself. You are the stars.

Meteor. Dahai Forest Bureau: Cui Dengjiang.

Night. On the road, pedestrians are in a hurry.

Head, bluestone slabs.

There were many glowing nails nailed, and those were stars.

People Lu Jian, who does not look up at the sky, have long been accustomed to seeing the stars in the sky, and only cares about moving forward.

The stars are dim, I can't see clearly, bags and pits on the road.

A bright light streaked across the night sky.

It was an ordinary, ordinary star, which burned and was released.

The last ray of light.

People. The eyes lit up, and I saw it clearly.

Bags and pits on the road.

Rise. Look at the night sky.

But he was never found.

That star.

When darkness falls on the night, the sun fades.

When the sky turns black, the stars twinkle.

In the dark night, the dim streetlights begin to illuminate.

When everything was still dark, a dazzling light flashed.

That's a shooting star. Although it has passed.

One flashes, and another, and keeps flashing.

Illuminates the dark night, instead of the dim light.

It is the most beautiful scenery in the night.

The old man said that a meteor is the soul of a deceased person, and for every person who dies, a meteor crosses it.

Scientists say that meteors are meteorite falls from the universe.

The girl said that the meteor is the coming of good wishes. The bridge shouts sails.

Maybe there are various theories about meteors, but——

It was the shooting stars that lit the night and lit up the streets.

When the meteor flashed, the workers repaired the dim streetlights.

The streets are bright, people'Shadows appeared on the road, and the night was bright, because there were more stars.

It's just - the passing meteor doesn't know when it will reappear.

I don't know if the dead meteors will come back when the dusk streetlights light up the night.

Let the night be beautiful again, let the dark sky be illuminated again, and let the meteors shine again.

1."Chu Liang" Poet: Wu Ke Dynasty: Song Dynasty.

The first cool night should penetrate the clothes, and the meteor is seen in the river. Gradually feel that the gold palm is heavy, and the moon is bright outside the shadow of the sycamore.

2.Poet of "Xingsi": Yang Ning Dynasty: Tang Dynasty.

Thousands of miles away from the clouds, and wanting to return is like a poor road. There is no flawless day in the world, and there will be autumn wind soon. The moon breaks and the meteor dawns in the sky. At this time, they are all dreaming, and they are in a hurry.

3.Poet of "Chess": Pei Shuo Dynasty: Tang Dynasty.

Nineteen flat roads, flat and rugged. People's hearts have no calculation, and the national player has a time to lose. The momentum is far away, and the sound is dry and hail late. Linxuan is only a game, and the cold day is falling westward.

4."Folding Willows" Poet: Yang Jiong Dynasty: Tang Dynasty.

The border land is far away, and the people who are recruited will not be returned. Autumn looks withered and green feathers, don't tear your face. Looking at the broken meteor station, the heart is galloping to the bright moon. Where is the anvil, the willow can climb by itself.

5."Young Son" Poet: Li Bai Dynasty: Tang Dynasty.

Qingyun boy, holding the bullet on the left. The pommel horse opened on all sides, suddenly like a meteor. Jin Maru fell into the birds, and slept in the Qiong Tower at night. Who is Yiqi, who is hungry in the West Mountain.

There should be none. Because the ancients thought of them as broom stars. If you see it, you will be unlucky. You can use it though.

Du Mu's Autumn Eve:

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.

Self-composed poems about celestial bodies include, but are not limited to:At the beginning, I was just a stone, people's eyes were always on, the cowherd, the weaver girl, or the wolf, I accumulated strength every night, grew wings, and finally I flew, I flew into space, flew to the earth, flew into people's field of vision, wow, see meteors!

They screamed and made a wish, and it was the last sound I ever heard, but it was also the most beautiful.

Ones, shining stars, scattered, like curtains, the sky, dear friend, tell me, who broke the shining glass, and spread it on a great clump, black wool.

3. Galaxy (author unknown):

On summer evenings, I always like to walk by the river, the silver plate—like the moon.

and sparse but incomparably shining stars.

Reflected in the river, the breeze blows, and the river really becomes a sparkling Milky Way.

The shadows of the trees on the riverbank and the lively sound of frogs in the river are even more rippling with countless joys in my heart.

4. The stars and moon on the seventh day of July (author unknown):

The night is broken, and the stars rise and fall.

It's an encounter, it's a reunion, who says?

The night is like water, and the moonlight is still beautiful. Wu laughs.

The stars are like flowing, twinkling and shining.

The night is cold, although the moonlight is beautiful like a fairy, but it is as cold as frost.

The night stars meet, the magpies come to meet on the bridge, and I just wish that time would stop at this moment.

Thinking at night, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are heart-to-heart, what about being thousands of miles apart?

Sigh in the night, poor Cowherd and Weaver Girl sigh, I hope it will last long in the future.

Singing at night, the leaves are floating, the sound is like a song, singing joys and sorrows.