Li Bai Poems Moon Novels & Stories

Above, the Moon hung fat and bright. Luna squinted up at Her. “Why will you not talk to me?” she whispered. She had heard elders speak of the Moon’s whispers. Of guidance in dreams. Of warmth. She had felt… something. Prickles. Tugs. Nothing so clear as a voice. Not yet. The Moon’s face shimmered. For a瞬, the cracks Luna had always seen brightened. Like veins of silver pulsing. A faint, low note thrummed through the air.

“Fine. But nothing pink.” “No promises.” We both laugh as I take her hand, letting her pull me to my feet. The tea forgotten, the cliffs behind us, I follow her back toward the compound — not for anyone else, but for myself. As we walk, the moon rises over the treetops — a silver crescent like a blade resting in the sky. Soft, but sharp. Beautiful, but dangerous. I glance up at it. Lila claps her hands together as she steps back from me, grinning like a proud artist admiring her masterpiece. “Okay. Don’t scream.”

Aiys still couldn't believe it, instantly her tiredness paid off. In the cold night air I'm a friend of the moon I stare, smile at him The moon of silent sanctions, I hug paper Dive into reading Scratch symbols on a piece of paper On the moon, I tell stories About today, what I long for And now come true, Moon and Stars Thank you Juna looked at Aiys, "Congratulations dear," he said softly. Aiys was silent hearing Juna's words, immediately Aiys nodded. "Thank you," she smiled.

Only the palace lanterns around the man-made island in the middle of Taiye palace lake were lit up. A number of musicians looked ready at the high platform. Soon they started to play their instruments. The melody of the infamous The Night Reveals The Moon flowed beautifully. Appearing from the dark between the musicians, Han Yao Ying approached the spot at the center of the platform. Under the beauty of the full moon, she lifted her beautiful hands up towards the skies as if she became one with the Moon. A long lime color shawl made from silk wrapped around her body perfectly. It was like the moon shined in her performance, she danced elegantly in perfect harmony with the song.

“Eímaste oi Menae. Eímaste enoménoi. [We are the Menae. We are united.]” The Menae all lift their heads and give loud, happy howls at the full moon. The moon shines brighter and grows larger. A stream of pearlescent liquid light pours out of the moon flowing down over us, affirming the Moon Goddess’s approval of Kas’s ascension. The cool liquid dissipates as it touches our skin.

The bright dots on the night sky remains twinkling like usual. “Silaw di bulan, danan ay manpaila. Las-ang ay naginek, kansyon di dagem san umayag, (Moon’s light, path that appears. Forest’s serenity, the humming of the wind that calls,)” phrases that emanated out my mouth.

"The Ling Family, I'll let them live for another day..." Xiao Chen repeated these words monotonously as he looked at the sunset, and his eyes became colder. In the night, the wind was cold, and the silver moon hung high up in the sky. Bai Ying sat in the Moon-watch Pavilion alone as he gazed at the moon. A few empty wine jars were placed at his feet. "Live your life to the fullest as you can't stop it from ending for the dead remains dead..."

Starlight was a funny, fuzzy thing. It could be seen, touched, and felt, it was tangible enough, but could never be captured in a tiny little jar so Leila could always carry it at her side. Minutes in the cave felt like days outside. She had never realized how much she would cherish the chilly night air, the beautiful serenade sung by a nightingale, the resting canopies of forests under the shade of silver light, and of course, the moon itself. It was exceptionally round and bright tonight; a creamy yellow hue graciously shined upon the Misty Mountains, as if the moon was a token of a blithe reunion.

Celie exclaimed upon seeing the bright moon shining from outside the window. Lisa looked at the gibbous moon rising above the clouds, knowing that it would be full in just a couple of days. “Don’t you think it’s romantic how many lovers separated by distance would just look at the moon and feel that they could be together again?” asked by Celie. Lisa listened to Celie’s voice and looked at the moon, thinking about Jon as she did so. She could understand how many people could imagine having a shared experience with loved ones far away. Lisa too could imagine Jon looking at the same moon and thinking about her just as she thought about him.

Ding Hao wrote down "Boundless grasses over the plain; come and go with every season. Wildfire never quite consumes them; they are tall once more in the spring wind" with his left hand. And "The cold wind passes through the green window; the cold moon slants the shadow. The dream sends the soul far away to Jiangnan; the moon light is like frost at the cold night" with his right hand.