A poem about the starry sky.

1. How to describe the starry sky? The sky illuminated by stars is a person's sky.

A teenager who once dreamed under the stars.

I don't know how high the sky is and how far the sea is.

But vowed to take you to the ends of the earth

Irresponsible oath, young and frivolous me

Lost in the dark, I found my vulnerability.

Look at your red glasses and think about staying away from your house.

Stars all over the sky, please light a lamp of hope for me.

The stars light up my door.

Let the lost children find their way.

The stars light up my future and warm the hearts of children with a little light.

2. The poem "The Biography of Southern Gezi Tianxing" about the stars was written by Li Qingzhao, a writer in the Song Dynasty.

The full text of his poem is as follows: the stars in the sky turn and the curtain on earth hangs. Liangsheng's pillow was covered with tears. He took off his clothes and asked, What is night? The emerald lotus is small, and the golden lotus root leaves are thin.

Old weather and old clothes, only feel different, hometown! The author of Autumn Night is Du Mu, a writer in Tang Dynasty. The full text of his poem is as follows: Qiu Guang drew a cold screen with a silver candle, fanning a small fan and pouncing on fireflies.

Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega. In the autumn night, candlelight reflects the painting screen and beats fireflies with a small fan.

The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting in the bedroom staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl. Night Mountain Temple was written by Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.

The full text of his poem is as follows: a dangerous building is 100 feet high, and a hand can pick up stars. Standing here, I dare not speak loudly for fear of disturbing the gods in the sky.

The high-rise building of the temple on the mountain is really high, it seems to be 100 feet. People upstairs seem to be able to pick off the stars in the sky with one hand. Standing here, I dare not speak loudly for fear of disturbing the gods in the sky.

The Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon was written by Li Shangyin, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his poem is as follows: the shadow of mica screen is deep, the long river is gradually falling, and the stars are sinking.

Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night. The mica screen reveals the deep light and shadow of the candle, the milky way gradually falls and the morning star disappears.

Chang 'e must regret stealing the elixir, but now it's cold at night. Xiaoxing is included in the style, elegance and praise of The Book of Songs. The full text of his poem is as follows: look at the little star, the east is three to five.

Before dawn, going out is public from morning till night. Life is different! Xiao Xiaoxing was faint, so it was ginseng and willow.

Before dawn, leave the incense and warm knife. Real life is not enough! The author of Xijiang Moon is Xin Qiji, a writer in Song Dynasty.

The full text of his poem is as follows: the bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze knows at midnight. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.

In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to Xitou.

The bright moon on the horizon rose to the treetops, scaring the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to blow the cicadas in the distance.

In the fragrance of rice flowers, people are talking about the harvest year, and there are waves of frogs in their ears, as if talking about the harvest year. Light cloud flying, twinkling stars appear from time to time, there is a light rain in front of the mountain, and the poet wants to cross the stream from the bridge to hide from the rain. Where did the hut shop by the Woods near the Land Temple go before? Turning the corner, Maodian suddenly appeared in front of him.

"The stars are brilliant, if they come out" comes from the sixth sentence of the ancient poem "Looking at the Sea" by Cao Cao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of the poem is as follows: Jieshi looks at the sea in the east. The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea.

Trees and paraquat are very lush. Autumn wind makes trees make sad sounds, and the sea is surging. The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean.

Journey to the sun and the moon, if you go out. Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise.

I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire. The author of Queqiao Fairy is Qin Guan, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.

The full text of his poems is as follows: the clouds are smart, the flying stars spread grievances, and the silver man sneaked into Chen Cang. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.

Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?

Thin clouds are changing in the sky, meteors are conveying the sadness of acacia in the sky, and I quietly crossed the distant and boundless galaxy tonight. Tanabata meeting in the autumn wind and white dew is better than those couples who are together in the world.

* * * v. Acacia, tender as water, short will be like a dream, can't bear to see the magpie bridge road when leaving. As long as two people love each other till death do us part, why should we covet the joys and sorrows of Qing www.sLkJ.orG?

The author of Night Book Seen on the Ship is Cha, a writer in Qing Dynasty. The full text of his poem is as follows: fishing lights are seen in the dark of the moon, and fireflies are seen in the lonely light.

Slight wind and waves, scattered like river stars. One dark night, a fishing lamp flashed on the river.

The light of that fishing lamp is like a firefly, quietly reflected on the river. A breeze blew and the river was rippling.

The original light scattered like fireflies and became countless stars, flashing on the river. The author of The Fisherman's Pride is Li Qingzhao, a writer in the Song Dynasty.

The full text of his poem is as follows: The sky meets the clouds, and the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance. It's as if the dream soul belongs to the emperor, and I smell the sky and ask where I belong.

What I reported is that the road is long, and there are amazing sentences in learning poetry. 90,000 Li Fengpeng lifts, the wind stops, Pengzhou blows away the three mountains.

The sky is full of morning fog and clouds, water and sky meet, and the Tianhe River is turning, like countless ships dancing their sails. The dream soul seems to have returned to heaven, and the Emperor of Heaven eagerly asked me: Where are you going? I told the emperor that I had a bright future and I was old, but it was useless to study on an empty stomach.

Nine Dapeng birds are flying high in the sky of Wan Li. Wind! Don't stop, send this canoe directly to Penglai Island.

The author of Zero Crossing and Ding Yang is Wen Tianxiang, a writer in Song Dynasty. The full text of his poem is as follows: once you encounter hard work, there are few stars around.

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean.

Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history. In retrospect, I went through many hardships in my early years in the imperial examination, and now it has been four years since the armistice of the war.

The country is in danger like catkins in a strong wind, and individuals are like duckweeds in a shower. I'm still afraid of the fiasco at Fear Beach. It's a pity that I'm alone in Yuan Lu.

Who can live forever since ancient times? I want to leave a patriotic heart that reflects history. The author of Looking at Xijiang Tower is Bai Juyi, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.

The full text of his poem is as follows: the sky looks east at dusk and the mountains are wide and long. 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? It's much cooler than the military trade club school.

The author of Boudoir Love is Li Duan, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his poem is as follows: The moon sets and the stars are sparse, and it is difficult to dream without a lonely lamp.

Dressed, I looked at the door and screamed at the magpie. When the moon sets, the stars will shine in the eastern sight, and the lonely lights will still shine after a sleepless night.

I put on my clothes and went to the door to watch eagerly. I was angry that the magpie had cheated people with the good news. The author of Poems of Teng Wangge is Wang Bo, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.

The full text of his poems is as follows: Linjiang Pearl, Ming Luan, singing and dancing. Draw a building facing Nanpu Cloud.

3. Poems about Stars > Excerpts from Bing Xin's A Star Shining-Have you heard their conversation in the deep blue space? In silence, in the twilight, they deeply praised each other. Five dark, how to describe it? Deep in the soul, deep in the universe, rest in the brilliant light. Eight flowers dotted the branches, and the birds flew away. Red flowers are scattered everywhere-is life such a glimpse? Infinite mystery, where to find it? After a smile, before words, there is infinite mystery. 16 young people! For future memories, carefully draw your present picture. 19. My heart, like a boat, crosses the choppy sea of time. 20. Happy flowers are looking for the perfect person in the hands of the God of Destiny. 26. Steep mountains and deep and wide seas-cold hearts, warm tears, poor little people! Is this how the 30: 00 time passed? Nothing can be done except ethereal thoughts! Clouds are in the sky, people are on the ground-thinking is imprisoned by facts, which is the root of all pain. Weak grass! Be proud, only you have decorated the whole world. 49 scattered poems are a little spray in the sea of learning; However, they are bright and twinkling, embedded in the sky of the soul like stars. Ordinary people's criticism and judgment on May Day is like a group of blind people speculating about the moon beyond the clouds.

53. My heart! Wake up, don't fall into the vortex of nothingness! May 4th, my friend! Get up, the morning comes, and wash your soul overnight. Show me, my friend! I am a swallow crossing the ocean, looking for a nest separated from water. How lovely is the spring morning in June and September? Melting wind, fluttering sleeves, quiet mood. Oh, Little Rock on July 7th, be firm and be prepared for the waves urging each other. August 4th is lonely! How many boats of the mind float in your soft light. Sit for a long time, push the window to see the sea! Give the sky microwave unlimited emotions. 1997 is it true? The human heart is just a piano box, which keeps singing repetitive tones! Young people in' 98! Believe in yourself! Only you are real, only you can create yourself. Time one zero three! Am I too sorry for you now? However, what I leave behind is temporary, and what I pursue is forever. My friend! Take care, don't throw the pearl in your heart into the sea where it is difficult to make waves. Heart-solidified the world, tears-softened the world. Put aside all distractions! Your center, your crystallization, should be my south needle. I don't know what home is. But boredom-sadness-all melted in the process. 13 1 sea, what stars have no light? What kind of flower has no fragrance? At that time, I didn't have your clear sound in my mind? 137 wise man, abandon the flower of fantasy in your hand! She is just an illusion, but it reflects the spring scenery in your eyes. Play-let the goddess of memory dance to your tune.