The poem about the stars is beautiful.

The stars in the sky depict your face. I left tears of missing in the dark, you will never know. (Author: anonymous)

Purple star swaying, slightly cold 300 million light years. (Author: Xiao Jiu)

Never grow old, just a night of starlight (Author: anonymous)

Chen Xing. It's raining all over the sky, with five edges, five corners and ten sides. Eyes flashing, the origin of the top of the universe. (Author: anonymous)

The stars pass by line by line, which is naturally the most beautiful, but it is only a moment. (Author: anonymous)

If you were the big dipper in my heart. So wherever I go, it's to see you clearly. (Author: anonymous)

I fly freely in the sky alone, singing loudly and sharply, accompanied by only Yin Hui with faint stars. (Author: anonymous)

In the world of love, I am nothing. Please remember my name in the world of hatred. My name is not Avengers, but Stars (Author: Anonymous).

I am your big dipper, and I will guide you when you are most confused (Author: Anonymous)

We used to make a wish under the stars, and you asked me what I made. I didn't tell you, but silently thought: how many stars in the sky represent how much I love you. Now, I'm starting to feel like a star in the sky. What about love? (Author: anonymous)

Tonight, the sun is shining. Perhaps other lonely souls entrust the stars to accompany the same lonely soul. (Author: anonymous)

I looked up in surprise and saw a white pearl gushing from his eyes, sliding down his cheeks, shining like a falling star and slowly disappearing into the sky. (Author: Tong Hua)

The stars are full of emotions, like naughty children, staring at the world with childish persistence, as if telling a beautiful and moving myth with bright eyes.

The starry sky is reflected on the rough sea, so it dances up and down with the waves, hiding from time to time.

There are several big and bright stars hanging in the night sky, as if people in the sky were patrolling the vast space with lanterns.

Naughty little stars draw a golden arc in the blue night sky, like a weaver girl throwing a brocade thread.

In the morning, the snowstorm stopped, but it is still a long time before dawn. A few remnant stars secretly opened their eyes to peep at the snow-white silvery white world.