千园诗25月亮湾(一个梦想成真的美丽传说)

千园诗25月亮湾（一个梦想成真的美丽传说）

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传说：月亮湾是南海婆婆晒宝贝的地方。南海婆婆有很多宝贝。每年八月十五，她都要把宝贝拿到月亮湾的海滩上晒宝贝。

这年八月十五，有个小姑娘出来和小伙伴们摸秋，迷了路，走到了月亮湾的沙滩，看见一个办法苍苍的老太婆摊开一堆石头，很辛苦。小姑娘就过去帮助她摊开。

老太婆问小姑娘：“你有什么梦想吗？”

小姑娘说“我有很多梦想。”

老太婆就把一块小石头送给她，说：“这是梦想成真石，以后你只要把你的梦想告诉这块石头，它就能使你梦想成真。”

小姑娘半信半疑，对着石头说：“现在我想回家。”

眨眼的工夫，小姑娘站在了家里。

现在，深圳捡到了这块梦想成真石，每天都在把梦想变成现实。

月亮湾的魔法石

八月十五的月圆圆，

泊在深蓝海湾滩。

南海婆婆摊开小石头，

碎银缀满月光环。

迷路的小姑娘追萤火，

沙滩上遇见白发婆：

“孩子啊可愿帮帮我？

搬动这些星辰的壳？”

当浪花在礁石轻唱，

婆婆赠她微光一囊：

“收下这颗梦的种子，

它会让心愿长出翅膀！”

女孩捧起温热的星核，

对着光晕轻声诉说：

“萤火虫请引我回家——”

哗啦啦！海风推开了门锁。

如今深圳捧着这粒光，

种在梧桐山云海上：

看！新芽是旋转的塔吊，

花枝是桥索的臂膀。

每块砖都向着天空长，

每盏灯都睁着眼睛望——

这整座城在晒月光呢，

把婆婆的石头越晒越亮：

晒出大厦森林的奇迹，

晒出道路琴弦的悠扬；

整座城是一块大魔法石，

种下月亮，长成星河滚烫！

Qianyuan Poem 25: Moon Bay

(A Beautiful Legend Where Dreams Come True)

Preface

Legend has it that Moon Bay is where the South Sea Granny airs her treasures. She possesses countless jewels, and every year on the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month, she spreads them across the bay’s sandy shore.

One such year, a little girl wandered off while playing autumn games with friends and lost her way. She stumbled upon Moon Bay’s beach, where she saw a silver-haired woman laboriously arranging stones. The girl stepped forward to help.

The old woman asked, "Do you have dreams, child?"

"Many," replied the girl.

The granny handed her a small stone: "This is a Dreamstone. Whisper your wishes to it, and they’ll bloom into reality."

Half-believing, the girl whispered, "I wish to go home."

In a blink, she stood in her own doorway.

Now Shenzhen has found this Dreamstone,

turning dreams into reality day by day.

The Enchanted Stone of Moon Bay

The full moon on the fifteenth night,

Anchored in the deep blue bay.

Granny spreads stones in pale moonlight,

Bits of silver studding the haloed moon.

A lost girl chased fireflies’ fleeting light,

Met the white-haired granny on the sand:

"Child, could you lend these old hands a hand?

Move these shells of stars with me?"

As waves hummed against the reef’s might,

The granny gifted a glowing seed:

"Take this core where all dreams take flight—

It’ll grow wings for your heart’s need!"

The girl cupped the warm star-core’s gleam,

Whispered to its luminous haze:

"Fireflies, guide me home through night’s stream—"

Whoosh! The sea breeze unlatched the door.

Now Shenzhen cradles this light-beam,

Plants it on Mount Wutong’s cloud-sea:

See! Sprouts are spinning tower cranes,

Branches—bridges’ cable-arms sway.

Each brick climbs skyward as it grows,

Every lamp stares with wide-eyed gaze—

The whole city sunbathes in moon-glow,

Granny’s stones shining brighter each day:

Airing forests of towers that soar,

Roads like zither-strings’ echoing song;

This city’s one great Dreamstone core—

Plant the moon, reap a river of stars, scalding and bright!