Modern and beautiful poems about stars

1. A modern poem about stars, a swift river.

If every corner of the earth is full of light, who needs stars, who will stare at the night for distant comfort, who will not be a poem every day, every word is a star, like a bee trembling in his heart, who will not, and there will be a soft and gentle night like the stars in the lake fireflies and water lilies.

Streets in the sky (Guo Moruo)

The street lights in the distance are very clear.

There seem to be countless stars shining.

Stars in the sky. Now,

It seems that countless street lamps are on.

I think the foggy sky,

There must be a beautiful market.

Some items on display in the market,

It must be a rare thing in the world.

You see, the shallow Tianhe,

Certainly not very broad.

Cowherd and Weaver Girl across the river,

I'm sure I can ride a cow.

I think now,

You must walk in Tianjie.

If you don't believe me, please look at that meteor.

Even if they walk with lanterns.

2. 15 What are the modern poems describing the stars? 1, changes on the stars by rivers

If every corner of the earth is full of light

Who needs a star? Who will?

Gaze at the night

Looking for distant comfort

Who wouldn't?

every day

It's all a poem

Every word is a star.

Like a bee trembling in my heart.

Who doesn't want to have a soft night?

Soft as a lake.

Fireflies and stars swim in the water lily.

Who doesn't like spring? Birds are littered with branches.

Like falling stars all over the sky

The flickering sound came from a distance.

The clouds of white lilacs are hazy.

If every corner of the earth is full of light

Who needs a star? Who will?

Burning loneliness in the cold

Looking for a little hope

Who would?

year after year

Always writing poems about suffering.

Every capital is a group of trembling stars.

Like ice and snow in my heart

Who wants to see the night freeze?

As stiff as a piece of land

The wind blew off one thin star after another.

Who doesn't like flying flags but fire?

Golden stars gushed out.

When the stars in the sky are tired, they rise.

To illuminate places where the sun can't shine.

2. words from the stars

Author: rudolf steiner

Stars used to talk to humans.

Talk about the fate of the world

But now they are silent.

Aware of this silence

Maybe it's a kind of pain.

However, in deep silence.

Man began to say to the stars

The words grow gradually.

And mature under the stars.

Realize that voice

May become the power of spiritual human beings.

3. "Let the stars illuminate us"

Author: Wang Guozhen

a little

But not for temptation.

Just to make the bright light

Illuminate you

Give me some, too

Light up a pure stream

Light up a clear river

Step 4 miss it

Author: Wang Guozhen

If you miss me,

Look at the sky.

Twinkling stars

I'm looking for you

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5. "Let the stars illuminate us"

Author: Wang Guozhen

a little

But not for temptation.

Just to make the bright light

Illuminate you

Give me some, too

Light up a pure stream

Light up a clear river

3. Ask for an ancient poem or a modern poem describing the stars.

Year: Tang Author: Du Mu Genre: Four Musts

In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand.

The night in Tianjie is as cool as water, lying watching morning glory and Vega.

Chang'e

Year: Tang Author: Li Shangyin Genre: Four Musts

The shadow of mica screen candle is deep, the Yangtze River gradually falls, and the stars sink.

Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.

Foreign night

Year: Tang Author: Du Fu Style: Five Methods

The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast.

The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river.

If only my art could bring me fame. The official took sick leave because of his old age.

Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! .

The stars are in chaos, and it is well known that it is the Fengbo Bridge.

Distant Altair

(Anonymous)

Distant Altair, Jiao Jiao Hehan girl.

Skillful hands, make a loom.

There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down.

What's the difference between a clear river and a shallow one?

Between water and water, there are no words.

The mica screen was dyed red by thick candles, and the Milky Way gradually tilted towards the morning star.

The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight.

The night in Tianjie is as cool as water, lying watching morning glory and Vega.

The hazy moon is setting, and Guazhou is on the other side of the spark.

The Big Dipper is high in the night sky; Night in Gotham, with swords and fierce guards.

It was windy last night, in the west of the studio and in the east of the cinnamon room.

Dangerous buildings 100 feet high, hands can pick stars in the morning.

I saw a lone goose crossing the Milky Way, and I heard thousands of washing hammers on the rocks at night.

Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear.

The stars are at sixes and sevens, so it is a bridge.

Foreign night

[Du Fu]

The breeze is rippling on the grass bank, and the dangerous wall is a lonely boat.

The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river.

I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! .

Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! .

Xijiang month

Xin Qiji

Middle section of Huangsha Road at night

Pickled snipe

A modern poem about the stars (written by myself) We come from different galaxies in the universe.

We always light the lights at night.

Let the earth's night

Appear bright

We sometimes blink, because our mood is equally bright.

We are sometimes depressed because we are equally depressed.

We come from human language.

They are called stars.

They gave us

Colorful names

Stars are our reputation.

It represents infinite glory.

Starry eyes are our five senses.

It represents clear eyes.

Together, we can form seven stars in succession.

When we fall in the mountain stream, we can become bright stars.

No matter how many centuries have passed.

Whether the world is destroyed or not.

We are still eternal beings.

5. Modern poetry and stories about stars.

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Author Tan Jian

On the window of the flying car, a meteor passed by.

Long-tailed meteors illuminated by light are like comets.

Like fireflies in curtains, dancing stars, blinking in the night sky and hanging for a long time.

When the big light, long circle households.

She just bowed her head shyly and disappeared.

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Grandma's star

Shi Tiesheng

Summer night, the sky is full of stars. Grandma's story is different. She didn't mean that a star appeared in the sky when a person died on the ground, but that a person died on the ground and there was another star in the sky.

"What's the matter?" "When people die, they become stars."

"Why do you want to be a star?" "Take a picture of Zhang Mingliang for those who walk in the dark ..."

We are sitting in the yard, the grass and jasmine are in bloom, and small speakers of various colors are put on your mouth to blow, and sometimes they can blow. Grandma blew mosquitoes at me with a big banana fan.

The cool wind, blue sky and shining stars will remain in my memory forever. There are so many stars in the sky and so many people on the ground who want to shine for others.

After death, people will not be miserable, lonely and dark, but will twinkle like stars in the sky. If you have nothing to do, you will wink at others and shine.

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6. When you see the stars in the sky, you are eager for modern poems about them.

Will you think of me?

Do you remember my face?

I used to laugh for you more than the stars.

When you think about the past,

What will happen to you?

Can you sigh softly and sadly?

Miss me shining in your heart.

I'm like the star of the galaxy.

Let you love silently

Let that softness shine more.

Relieve your pain

When you see the bright stars

Please think of me.

When you see the bright milky way

Please remember me in your heart.

David Henry Hwang, one of the four great talents in Xiangjiang!

7. Modern poems about stars ~ ~ ~ The star I wrote is still the star, and the moon is still the moon.

The mountain is still that mountain, and the beam is still that beam.

Drum is drum, cylinder is cylinder, and father is father and mother.

The sesame oil lamp is still squeaking, and the point is still so bright.

Oh, oh, only as long as the shadow of the fence,

Only as long as the shadow of the fence,

Besides, the dog at home barks wildly.

The star is not like that star, and the moon is not like that moon.

The river is not that river, and neither is the house.

The mule gave birth to a pony, and the silky fowl became Cai Feng.

The sesame oil lamp is off, and the night in the mountain village is so bright.

Oh, oh, only as long as the shadow of the fence,

Only as long as the shadow of the fence,

The wall is covered with seedlings covered with beans.

8. Collect poems about stars. Li Yu's sentence is morning glory, in the sun of the river.

Hey, Huang Gu's daughter, far away. Li Shangyin's Miscellaneous Ballads and Li Furen's Song are not knotted, but two strands are knotted.

White-haired people send black-haired people, and the moon doesn't teach stars to replace them. Li Bai's 17 songs in Qiupu are lit with red stars all over the sky.

On the night of the moon, copper smelters sang, and their songs resounded through the cold valley. Twenty-three poems by Li Hema, this horse is extraordinary, and the house star is the star.

Tap the fine bone forward, and it will bring its own copper sound. The weaver girl by the Italian river in ancient Meng Jiao led the cowherd by the river.

Never crossed the shallow water, but looked at each other from a distance. At the end of the year, Bai Juyi hoped that the stars would turn frosty and gloomy.

Autumn frost can spoil the color of everything, and winter is the most withered year of the four seasons. Smoke waves are half exposed in the new sand, and birds are flying in the snow.

Looking at the dusk in the north and south, poverty and yin travel far, thinking about two boundless. Bai Juyi looked at the bottom of the river at dusk, looked at the sea and looked at the east, with vast mountains and long waters.

The city lights up around, and a galaxy sinks into the center of the water. On a sunny day, the wind blows against the old trees, rustling as if it were raining; On summer nights, the moon hangs all over the ground, just like autumn frost.

Can you cool off in Jianglou? Much cooler than your cabin. King Robin sent a fee of six yuan to Wang Lou Shudao in Shuxing, and Moon Gorge refers to Wumen.

Ten thousand lines shed tears and ten percent were frightened. The snow shadow contains flowers and leaves, and the clouds are faint.

Still worried about being late, a person with a clear statue. Liu Yuxi's rumors are false, the crane returns to the Millennium, and Ningdan tops the snow.

After listening to the fairy tales of the stars, people fly to five clouds. Wang Wei presented a seven-star sword at his waist and a bow carved on his arm to General Pei Minzhi.

I didn't know there was a general in the sky until I saw that I had captured Lu in the clouds. Wang Changling joined the army and wrote seven poems, Hu Ping, Bo Zi, Thin Sweat, Residual Leaves, and Autumn Moon Mission in the West of the City.

Ming Xing Chi sealed the sword and told you to take Loulan overnight. In Wang Changling, the candle in the small wooden horse house flew into Acacia Palace, and the purple phoenix took the flowers out of the forbidden area.

Poor tonight, thousands of doors, Han yinxing back to a level. Li Bai praised Cui (a book with the word "Fu You" at the bottom). Yanling didn't travel by boat, but went to Wokong Mountain to catch the blue stream.

The natural guest star resigned from the throne, and Yuan was not too drunk in Yangzhou. Du Fu's 12-line quatrain, the slogan of celebrating the festival in Hebei, is full of stars and clouds.

Purple gas is close to the vast world, and there are many handsome and virtuous people in Huang Jintai. Liu Yuxi attended the public welfare section of Yuping Road, and Deng was in Li Duan in Yangzhou Spring Festival Evening ... In order to be lonely and watch the golden embers fall, I saw Yushan one after another.

I'm ashamed that I'm not Mr. and Mrs. Levine. The stars rode back all night. Bai Juyi slept alone for two nights. Before he started to sleep, he was lonely and wanted to wake up.

For fifteen years, I have never slept alone on a moonlit night. Mutu's Autumn Candle Qiu Guang painted a cold picture, waving a small fan and pouncing on fireflies.

Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega. At the age of Du Mu, the slogan "The Milky Way is still in the whole dynasty, and it is far away to Tianmen."

Laughing at the first 50 days of the spring breeze, I dare say that everyone who knows life knows that the mica screens of Li Shangyin and Chang 'e are deep and the long river is sinking. Chang 'e should regret stealing the elixir of life.

Wang Boyi Yang invaded Xiao Yue early and waited for the remnant stars. The dangerous pavilion looks for Dan obstacles, and the beam is a green screen.

Shadows disappear in the clouds, and peaks disappear in the fog. Since then, the cool wind has soared into the sky, and the mountains have flown at night.

After getting drunk, Han Yu became a brilliant oriental star, which made all the guests drunk. At first, it was noisy or angry, quiet or ridiculous.

Drop your clothes and twist your writing. Life is so little, wine is cheap and diligent.

Lulun Zaqu: The emperor feels the sword thundering, and the clothes hang the sun and the moon. No bonus, the old country sees the stars.

A fish jumps first, and a bird is not surprised to see the nest. Long live the mountain call and go straight to Jiuchong City.

Lu spent fifteen nights in Jinli, and Lan was in the early years. The color is far, and the light is far.

After the fall of China people's suspected star, the building was like a hanging moon. Don't laugh so much, come and show off the nine branches.

Zhang Jiuling Su Huai Yang Pavilion slogan (Song poetry) on the sunset pavilion, you can travel and think. My hometown is near Guishui, and there is a galaxy tonight.

Dark grass frost, empty pavilion geese shadow. Anyone who comes here will meet him, and the laborers will sing for themselves.

Yang Jiong folded willows, the land is infinite, and invited people to go without returning them. Autumn is full of green feathers, so don't cry for your beauty.

Look at the meteor posts, longing for the bright moon. Where is the anvil, the willow will climb.

Cen Can sent the Master Book of Shaanxi County King to Xiangyang for a wedding, and in June, they met on Xiangshan Road along the Hanshui River in Samsung. It's not far to burn, but to whip the horse.

Wild shops worry about rain, and Jiangcheng dreams of cicadas. There are many stories in Xiangyang. Visit the sage for me.

Wen Tingyun is riding a horse and stepping on the smoky sand in Kasugano. Why should he complain about his youth? Butterflies have all their feathers, and crows have many sunsets on their backs.

Ada deceives the fragrant belt, and the mountains worry about the green moths. Nowhere to say goodbye, the square inch is the milky way.

The document ordered Pei Gong to take two arrows from the lyrics, and the demon star fell and killed before returning to the air. Guo Xiang ordered Xun to go, and Duke Lou came.

The jade seal is safe, but gold can't be opened. Empty sword fairy road, fragrant grass full of Yantai.

Wen, Tang Zhuang, is Prince Ke, holding two stacks of drum lyrics, resigning from his post and entering the palace, which made him sad. Out of the clouds, the light goes out before the fire.

Yeke looked at the Qinyuan Garden, and the palace was still under the cold pavilion. Yiyi Mausoleum is tree-colored, empty and green.

Meng Jiao Yuefu Zaqu, singing songs, Wushan Gao two, repeated in Bashan Shangxia, steep balcony, twelve peaks. When Jing Wong was shooting at Wuyiyun, she dreamed that Wushan Goddess was lying high in Yan Luowang at night.

Clouds, rainbows and rain wet the goddess' face, and the thin goddess of the moon star became a gap in the clouds. I can't see my eyes, but I can't see my eyes. The ape cried three times and my clothes were wet with tears. Tanabata Year: Tang Author: Du Mu School: Seven unique silver candles, cold painted screen, Ronaldinho's light fan flapping fireflies.

The night in Tianjie is as cool as water, lying watching morning glory and Vega. Chang 'e No.1 Author: Tang Author: Li Shangyin Style: Four distinctive mica screen candles with deep shadows, the Yangtze River gradually falling and the stars sinking.

Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night. Brigade.