?1. The night sky is full of stars, and the moon is like a fishing boat, as if sailing in a broad silver river.
?2. Moonlight is the lovesickness of wine in the poet’s heart. Her moods are endless; she is in pain and sadness, and wants to sing and cry. Those poems that describe moonlight have a hint of unforgettable bitterness in their sweetness.
?3. The fiery red color of the sun gradually receded from the horizon, and a pink moon slowly floated from the horizon into the night sky. The moon is a graceful dancer, her dancing posture is so quiet and virtuous, so beautiful that I have to look at her infatuatedly and affectionately.
?4. The bright night light hides a trace of sad thoughts. It can be seen that the moonlight tonight is not so bright. No wonder there is dim light entering my room.
?5. The moon hangs in the sky, surrounded by a light yellow halo. The light haloed away, revealing some vanishing stars. There are also those blue and white clouds that float like gauze. At this time, the moon was not full, and looked like the head of an A-shaped person with a pair of dark eyes that were half shy and half expectant. Look at me!
?6. The moon in early winter is clear and cold, casting an icy silver glow from the west.
?7. The crescent moon shuttles through the thin clouds, like a barracuda, lively and cute.
?8. After a while, it was probably tired of playing, and shyly loomed from behind the clouds: the crescent moon, as thin as a willow leaf, moved slowly in the clouds, occasionally emerging from the clouds. A few rays of silver-white moonlight cast into the gap.
?9. The moon is in the middle of the sky, bright and gentle, and the soft moonlight makes the night calm and peaceful. The light of the moon falls on the trees, leaving mottled black shadows, scattered like broken trees. The strips are like hanging on the tree.
?10. The moon rises, blushing, as if someone has picked up a big red lantern from the eastern horizon.
?11. The moon is bright and clear, and the full moon is in the sky. Looking at the full moon, I missed my mother who was no longer with me, and I couldn't help but silently chant, "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This accident is difficult to solve. I hope that people will live long and be like cicadas thousands of miles away.
?12. The moonlight is the beating notes on the keys. She flies over the clouds; she sings and weeps, and it is the moonlight that activates the inspiration of the genius. Listen to "Moonlight Song". 》You can feel that she belongs to the world of the sea.
?13. As night falls, the blue sky is dotted with countless small stars, blinking, as if inviting people to the vastness.
?14. The floating clouds, as soft as cotton and as light as silk, are rising slowly surrounded by the bright moon, and the clear light reflects the surroundings into a colorful halo, with deep and shallow colors. , if there is nothing. It is not as bright as the sunset, so it looks more elegant. It is not as bright as the sunset, and it only gives you a little bit of joy and a little bit of sadness.
?15. Pursuing the nursery rhymes of childhood. The traces of the moonlit farmyard with sparse stars in the countryside at night, the shadows of trees on the ground under the moon, the beautiful memories of singing "The moon shines, the yard is full of fragrance" while playing with each other, recall the old-fashioned folklore about tengu spread in the countryside. The ancient myth of eating the moon is enough to make my heart intoxicated and my thoughts soar!
?16. The moon is pure and sacred, and even the rising process is beautiful and moving. The round moon hangs lightly on the treetops, like a naughty child playing hide and seek. The moon climbs up little by little. Gradually, it has reached the top of the mountain. At this time, the moon looks more like a girl and even more gentle. Pleasant. After a while, I looked up and saw the bright moon in the sky, emitting a milky white light, and the surrounding clouds were rendered very beautiful by the moonlight, which made it even more charming.
?17. The moon is like a shy little girl, hiding in the clouds for a while, and then protruding her cute little head from the clouds, soaking the earth into a dreamy silver-gray. Looking at the moon, I can't help but think of the story of Chang'e flying to the moon. To commemorate Chang'e, people designated August 15th as the Mid-Autumn Festival when people look forward to reunion. It also reminds me of a well-known poem, Jingyesi: The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown. This poem expresses the poet Li Bai's feelings of missing his hometown. It reminds me from time to time that soldiers stationed on the border cannot reunite with their families during the Mid-Autumn Festival.
?18. Under the blurred moonlight, let your thoughts fly, transfer all your thoughts to your fingertips, dissolve them into these lines of words, and float with the wind to you in the distance.
?19. A hazy moon emerged from the transparent clouds like cicada wings, shining with a clear silver brilliance.
?20. I stared at the moon intently, chewing sweet moon cakes in my mouth, and listening to my father telling the legend of the moon. I thought of my little friend again until very late.
?21. The cold moon hangs high on the branches, and the cold wind blows the bare branches until they scream.
?22. The moonlight passed through the shade of the trees, leaking out the glittering broken jade all over the ground.
?23. The crescent moon is curved, like the sweet smiles of girls.
?24. The moon dominates the sky, and the moonlight shines into the former bedroom. I wonder who else is sitting on the window sill like me in a distant place, looking up at the unchanged night sky.
?25. The moon is almost as round as a silver plate, the sky is bright and clear, and the sea stretches out as if covered with a huge silver quilt.
?26. In the middle of the night, the round moon looked like a silver plate that had just been washed with milk, and it looked particularly bright.
?27. The Moon Princess not only decorates the sky, the stars also help her dress up the sky. No matter how brilliant the sun is, it is not as clear as the moon, but they spread their dreaminess to the world, inducing people's desire to explore. .
?28. The crescent moon is like a silver boat.
?29. The moonlight poured down into the window sill, reflecting the memories in white, and the silver roses in the corner bloomed again; the moonlight poured over the rose petals, like the white wings of an angel, so pure and light.
?30. The bright moonlight filled the young man with all kinds of thoughts. If you look closer, you can see the tears on the young man's face and the little-known emotions and sorrows.
?31. The sky is filled with stars and rivers, randomly dotting this vast twilight, with a touch of deep boundlessness, curling around the cold new moon in the late autumn night, condensing a trace of lovesickness in my heart.
?32. There is boundless silence all around. There is not a breeze blowing through the leaves. The crescent moon is like a half golden ring, and stars like small white flowers are embedded in the dark blue sky.
?33. The night is quiet and beautiful, and the shallow moonlight is charming in the early autumn evening, adding a bit of cold charm.
?34. The pointed crescent moon is like a plow moving forward in a field, pulling in so many sighs of sorrow, rolling in so many incomprehensible emotions, pushing forward so many lofty ideals, and cultivating so much. Infatuated love.
?35. Tonight’s night sky is beautiful, with endless dark blue as the background of the night. The stars also danced and sang songs, spreading their light for the full moon. Of course, the protagonist is still the full moon. Even though it is full, it is actually not dissatisfied. There are always a few imperfections and a few regrets.
?36. Moon, moon, you spread your bright light to the earth and illuminate the way home for pedestrians. Moon, you are a young girl, with your smooth and beautiful face reflected in the world; and like a kind mother, you always spread the radiance of love to the earth.
?37. Leng Yue was unintentional and just watched the ups and downs of the mortal world, letting the floating clouds half cover her face and letting the evening breeze blow.
?38. Facing the hazy moonlight, Jing'er sleeping soundly in front of me is so beautiful. Goodbye West Lake, goodbye to the people I love and the people I hate. Gradually, Jing'er gradually became blurred in my impression, just like the beautiful scenery of the West Lake I saw on a hazy moonlit night.
?39. Moonlight is the beating notes on the keys. She is light clouds and flowing water, and her body is flying across; she is singing and weeping, shocking the soul. It is the moonlight that activates the genius' inspiration. Listening to "Moonlight Song" you can feel that it belongs to the world of the sea.
?40. There is no moon, and the stars are shining like dewdrops on a big lotus leaf.
?41. The moon is white, and the white moon conveys homesickness. "The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?" These poets who are in a foreign land and cannot return to their hometown always let the spring breeze caress the hearts of the wanderers passionately.
?42. Walking alone in the alley, the snow-white street lamps shine with eye-catching light, and the moon hangs in the gray sky. The lights are bright and the moonlight is faint.
?43. The bright moon at night is like an ice plate, clear and elegant; like a mirror, clear and noble; like a Ningtan pool, clear and pure, as beautiful as a fairy.
?44. Moonlight is a wonderful angel sent by God. She travels like a thread, her breath is like a orchid; she falls into the air, her dance steps are light. Those legends about Chang'e still make people in the world think about it.
?45. The night sky is full of stars, and the moon is like a fishing boat, as if it is sailing in the broad silver river.
?46. I bathed in the moonlight and walked in the white world. A floating cloud casts a thin veil on the beautiful moon, and the moonlight casts hazy light and shadow on everything on the ground. Everything is so peaceful and mysterious. The moon gradually escaped from the shackles of the gauze and once again spread its light to the earth. The moonlight was so gentle, like a ballerina, light and airy. Mixed with the fragrance of grass, it flies into everyone's heart...
?47. Time flies, "This song should not exist, it is already in heaven and on earth." The moonlight is pale and the cranes are singing in the heart. China's Mid-Autumn Festival has given Chinese literati the most colorful imagination. In the world of mortals, those wisps of moonlight are full of love and affection. Who is whose lover? Looking at the moonlight, I have deep thoughts. On the night of the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is a different style.
?48. The moon slowly turned from a willow leaf into a sickle, and then turned into a small boat sailing quietly in the vastness. As time went by, the moon, as bright and beautiful as a white jade plate, finally appeared in front of my eyes. Looking at this beautiful scenery, I couldn't help but think of a few ancient poems. When I was young, I didn't know the moon, and I called it a white jade plate. I also suspected that the Yao Tai Mirror was flying in the blue clouds.
?49. Every night, you can see the bright moon hanging high in the sky, curved like a woman's thin eyebrows. As of today, the moon is still only an approximate semicircle, and there should still be some time left before the moon becomes full. I was standing by the window, looking up at the half moon outside the window, feeling relaxed and happy, and having endless reverie.
?50. The night sky outside the window is azure, with sparse stars shining with a little cold light, as if they want to compete with the moon to see who is brighter. The moon was golden at first, slowly passing through the white clouds like light smoke, upward, and then upward. Wearing a white gauze dress, she is demure and serene, gentle and generous. Her jade plate-like face, with a gentle smile, looked at the earth quietly.
?51. In this golden autumn season, when the refreshing fragrance of osmanthus and the harvest are harvested, while people are still immersed in the joyful "National Day" atmosphere across the country, the annual Mid-Autumn Festival is ushered in. Festive festival, two festivals with the same glory, Kyushu is celebrating!
52. The clouds in the sky gradually disappeared, and the color of the sky became darker. Suddenly, I found a luminous thing behind a blue cloud, ah! That was the moon. She was like a naughty baby. She actually hid. I saw it jumping out from behind the clouds. It looked so angry, so funny. It came out, stood next to the stars, and danced with the stars! The moon is so round tonight, like a naughty doll, fat and wearing a transparent light dress.
?53. The moon at night is very beautiful. It hangs in the sky. Although it is only a crescent moon and is far away from Tuanluan, it still spreads its soft and clear light all over the world. The peaks, bamboo forests, fields, houses, fences and haystacks of Qingxi Township are all covered in endless white hazy gauze, making them look ethereal, mysterious and beautiful.
54. The moonlight is like water - she makes me understand life and feel joy. Whenever night falls, I will see with my own eyes whether there is a moon hanging in the sky and whether I can see the water-like moonlight. She is like a bright mirror that allows me to experience various images of life, including perfection, sourness and bitterness. However, most of them make me feel the joy of life. Because the watery moonlight flows like a trickling stream in my beating heart, my worries seem to disappear in an instant, and my heart suddenly becomes clear and bright.
?55. On winter nights, the moonlight is hazy, like a layer of mist, scattered all over the deserted place. The pale moonlight makes people feel desolate. Looking at the moonlight that is no longer like water, the gentleness that the thoughts pass through spreads like fog, lingering for a long time, and finally drifts away with an impatient sigh.
?56. This bright moon hangs high on the cloudless black screen like a silver plate. The moonlight pours down quietly, coating everything in the small courtyard with silvery white.
?57. On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, our family walked around the Normal University campus to admire the moon. The jade plate-like moon hangs high in the sky, so round! It's a pity that it's a cloudy day. The moon is like a naughty and shy little girl. It hides in the clouds and plays hide-and-seek with us, and then shows its face to greet us. After a while, it walks in the thin clouds again, like A girl wearing a veil is singing and dancing. A breeze blew, making it somewhat cool. The wind blew through the woods, making a roaring sound, like flowing water, like a waterfall, like the sound of waves, and like extremely beautiful music, which made me intoxicated in the hazy and colorful moonlight.
?58. Your heart mirror reflects light, which falls on the table, on the stool, on the wall, on the window, on the sky, on the stars, After falling on the moon, it turned into pieces of falling white moonlight. Good night, those who are not here, good night, the dripping moonlight. This joy and hope from the moon is dedicated to those children who never give up and never give up.
?59. The moon in the sky curved like a bow. I thought: The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. What a pity it would be for relatives far away to be unable to reunite with their families! , suddenly, I saw the moon everywhere, on the shovel, on the leaves, and I even saw another moon in the boy's eyes. ah! There are so many moons!
?60. The sleep of the past few days has not yet melted, and the moonlight reflected the white snow on the square in front of the Juyi Hall as if it were daytime; the late night wind blew the remaining snow all over the ground to freeze. Yes, it just makes a rustling sound when you step on it.
?61. The moon is like a fickle baby. Sometimes it has a fat and round face; sometimes it is like a curved banana, with a slender figure that makes people very enviable; some Sometimes, it sheds its light generously on the earth; but sometimes, it hides in the clouds and does not come out to see everyone all night.
?62. It is blue and blue, high and unpredictable. There is not a cloud at all, and not a speck of dust can be seen. The clear and jade-like crescent moon seems to be hanging in the southern sky. But if you look closely, there is no trace of it. With no support, it makes people feel as if a divine sickle flew from nowhere and suddenly stopped there.
?63. I am looking into the distance, above the moon.
?64. At this moment, the stars in the sky shine brightly, the grass on the ground reflects green light, and the lanterns in front of the red building of the school emit a faint red light. There was a loud sound in the sky, and colorful fireworks flew into the sky. Dozens of pairs of eyes on the ground looked at the colorful fireworks. The children screamed happily; the old ladies smiled slightly; the young aunts chirped with joy.
?65. It’s night, the moonlight is as cool as water, I sit alone in front of the window, the dark blue sky is divided into several pieces by the window lattice, and the stars are scattered around the bright first quarter moon. It’s beautiful, beautiful. It's so breathtaking. Around the moon, strands of clouds float gently, like Chang'e's flowing hair and dancing ribbons.
?66. Look at the night sky again. The curved moon hangs on the sky. It is desolate, mysterious, lonely, lonely, warm, affectionate, and resentful. It is these that we will never forget after just one look. , no matter what the circumstances, we will never tire of watching it, and we will be fascinated by it. Yes, we have eternal sustenance for the moon!
?67. I like the artistic conception of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Under the round moonlight, round moon cakes, apples are ripe, pears, grapes and other fruits are also on the market. Under the moonlight, people tasted festive delicacies and talked about the harvest. While admiring the moon, I miss my relatives in a foreign land. As the saying goes: "Be prepared to miss your loved ones during the festive season."
?68. Autumn, the fragrant osmanthus, is golden and plump, is a season of harvesting grains, and is also a season of longing and expectation. The autumn wind, autumn rain and autumn atmosphere are full of poetry and joy. In the golden autumn of China, the most charming thing is the bright moon hanging in the sky on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival.
?69. Under the cover of darkness, the moon and I were walking.
?70. The gentlest moonlight is no match for your fleeting glance back.
?71. Do you want to come to my house? I will take you to watch the moon on my balcony and talk about something by the way.
?72. On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, toasts to reunion, the leaves are flying, and the friendship continues. Homesick people are in a hurry in the distance, asking the lonely moon for wine, what kind of time it is tonight. The tenderness is scattered everywhere, the tears are already wet in a foreign country, and the speckled silver light leaking in from the pillow quietly accompanies the traces of loneliness.
?73. When admiring the moon, relatives at home can’t help but think of their relatives in a foreign land, and people in a foreign land can’t help but think of their relatives at home. Therefore, the Mid-Autumn Festival is known as the "Reunion Festival" and "the reunion of people under the full moon".
?74. The crescent moon shuttles through the thin clouds, like a shuttle, lively and cute.
?75. Now that Li Bai has passed away, how full and waning is the moon in the blue sky?
?76. But when I looked up, it was missing. What can be seen are high-rise buildings and prosperity, but what can be seen is only a small part of the sky.
?77. When the moon rises lazily, it is like carrying a big burden, climbing up slowly, vertically and vertically, and it looks very tired.
?78. The earth regards the moon as a lonely companion, and the moon always surrounds his world.
?79. I like the artistic conception of the Mid-Autumn Festival. That is both the accumulation of harvest and the beginning of harvest. She said it was savings because the summer harvest was just around the corner. She is said to be the beginning because autumn is coming with her fruitful footsteps, blending with the joy of harvest in people's hearts. I think only people who have experienced rural life can have this kind of emotional state of mind and deep inner feelings.
?80. I stared at the moon curiously for a long time. When my father saw me looking at the moon so absorbedly, he asked me: "What are you looking at?" "I'm looking for Chang'e and the Jade Rabbit! I have already seen their shadows, and there is an osmanthus tree next to it. I want to go up to the moon. "My father smiled after hearing what I said and said, "What you see is not the shadow of Chang'e and the Jade Rabbit!" "Then what is on the moon?" I asked. "What you see is the visual sense caused by the uneven craters on the moon's surface!" After listening to my father's words, I still didn't believe it, and still insisted on my idea: "Those are the Jade Rabbit and Chang'e, the past characters in "Journey to the West" "Chang'e flew to the moon." "Haha, you are so stupid. Those are myths made up by the ancients. There is no such thing as 'Chang'e flying to the moon.'" My mother said at the side. Then my mother took out information about the moon. After I read it, I understood.
?81. The light spread on the wilderness, and the wilderness suddenly turned into a silver ocean; the moonlight spread on the branches, and each big tree seemed to be covered with a silver ribbon; the moon cast a soft The light of the moon has left many wonderful reveries in the world; the moon melts its cool brilliance into people's eyes, filling their eyes with perfect expectations!
?82. I like the moon, and the moon is you.
?83. The earth is getting farther and farther away from the moon.
It is said that every million years we become strangers for one second. As early as 2.5 billion years ago, we began our long separation.
?84. The moon was chewed up and turned into stars, and you are hidden in the stars in the sky.
?85. The bright moonlight decorated the beauty of the earth with white gauze. The lights beside the road illuminated the earth. The lights and the moonlight blended into one, making it look particularly beautiful. My heart is filled with the melancholy of loneliness and the joy of feeling the full moon of Mid-Autumn Festival at the same time. These two emotions are mixed together, making my heart like a river where two waters, one clear and one turbid, meet. Both waters are turbulent, trying to smooth it out and make it smooth. They merge into one place and then disappear into each other to restore peace to one's inner self.
?86. The moon speaks quietly, with a voice that no one can hear; the years are recorded slowly, with words that no one can decipher. However, looking at you in the blink of an eye, you are so speechless and silent.
?87. All things in the world are created by God and are all harmonious, but the moon is different. The moon has its own character, waxing and waning, and the charm and charm of the moon are reflected there. came out. Why does the moon need to compete for glory? Her purpose is to make the night no longer scary and bring warmth and light to people!
?88. Suddenly looking back, it’s the Mid-Autumn Festival again. Pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus bloom silently, leaving a trace of fragrance. On the desk calendar, there are a few thin pages left that symbolize the years. At this time, those poems and sentences about the bright moon and lovesickness are stacked one after another, carrying the ravings of the world of mortals and the silence of the night, coming quietly.
?89. The night is late and the love is getting stronger. The Mid-Autumn Festival is still wandering in the sky, walking through the coldness of fate, crossing the river of lovesickness in dreams, only the thin figure lingering in the moonlit night, stranded on the lonely bank in the wind of lovesickness.
?90. The wandering moon and dense stars arrived belatedly, and I suddenly thought, if the Milky Way had a sound, what kind of melody would it be?
?91. The clouds in the sky are far away, and the moon is alone at night.
?92. The stars are the love letters from the Milky Way to the moon, and you are the gift given to me by the world.
93. The moon is sad. Her pain is known only to herself. In the silent night, she was lonely, without any confidants or any human voice, only the watery void and boundless loneliness. What else could she do but shed her feeble light on Huanyu to relieve her boredom and create some positive feelings? This was perhaps her most substantial relief.
?94. I really want to hold hands with you and walk under the sun, walking on the streets filled with moonlight.
?95. I hope you will come to me in the east of the moonlight. I feel like I can continue to endure loneliness as long as you entertain the thought of doing so.
?96. The busiest time is at night. When the moon comes up, we will set up a dining table in the courtyard. It is filled with mooncakes, melons and fruits. The mooncakes vary in size, and the whole family sits around Together, they worship the moon god to express family reunion. Everyone sat together and talked about work, study, and daily life... It was a happy time. After offering sacrifices to the Moon God, grandma would cut the largest moon cake into as many pieces as there were people in the family. When cutting, she should cut from the center into long, pointed pieces. The mooncakes are crispy and sweet in your mouth, making you have endless aftertaste.
?97. You were my bright white moonlight in the cold night, and you were also the aspiration of my life.
?98. On this night, the moon looked extremely bright. We were admiring the moon after dinner. Looking at the moon, I couldn't help but think of Chang'e. She did not hesitate to fly far away for her husband. The cold moon is so touching!
?99. Moonlight is like an exciting melody, an eternal swan song in the poet's heart. The moonlight is like a pot of sweet sake. The longer it brews, the more intoxicating agarwood it becomes. Moonlight is like a confidant, listening to the whispers of your heart and giving you the most sincere advice.
?100. I love the moon and its brightness. When it spread its silvery white light to the earth, the noisy city became quiet, and people all fell into sweet dreams early.
When the moon first rises, it looks like a dehydrated moon ice disk, unstained by dust. When you sit alone on a chair by the road and watch the moon quietly, you will feel its softness and brightness.
?101. Looking up at the silent night sky, the lovely moon slowly climbed into the sky from behind the treetops, bright and round, like a jade plate. The gentle moonlight pours down like water, as if sliding over a pleasant piano sound.
?102. "Come down quickly and I'll take you to the reunion dinner." Mom urged again. Afterwards, we arrived at grandma’s house.
?103. On a lonely night, a full moon hung in the sky. I strolled by the quiet park lake. The lake reflected the bright moon, and with the twinkling light and shadow, the willow branches by the lake jumped happily. Although it is the season of late autumn, the cool breeze blows from far away from time to time, but the crystal clear moonlight still creates a warm ripple in my heart...
?104. The moon and stars , they should be together.
?105. Make breakfast with an apple. Tell a tree my secret. Buy an emerald green flower holder. A cloud will bring me a piece of sunshine. Secretly kiss the moon when the sun is not visible. Ask how many fallen leaves the wind can pick up at one time.
?106. The moon is still incomplete hanging in the night sky of Pudong, and its color has gradually turned pale. The moonlight shone brightly on the water, and the dim water of the Huangpu River seemed to turn blue at night.
?107. Time always flies, and this year’s Mid-Autumn Festival is here again in a blink of an eye. My parents don’t know how many wrinkles and gray hairs they have added. I couldn't go back to visit them, so I could only pray for them silently in my heart and bless them. I wish my parents, and all parents in the world, to be healthy and long-lived, always smile, and always be a haven for their children to take shelter from the wind and rely on for their happiness.
?108. The moonlight floats a layer of gray above the clumps of woods, reaching the asphalt-colored sky in the distance. The Sanggan River is hidden behind the woods. A thin layer of smoke rose up from several places in the forest. The smoke did not go straight up, but lingered on a nearby forest. The moonlight shines through, making it look hazy and soft. It was the wormwood leaves that the gardener burned to ward off mosquitoes. The stars in the sky are sparse and bright, and the Milky Way is just a touch of white. The Big Dipper had already moved downwards, and a donkey somewhere nearby began to bray again.
?109. On the way home, I saw that she still refused to take off that layer of gauze. Well, maybe it's because of that layer of tulle that the moon gently pours its brilliance into every corner of the world; maybe it's just because of that layer of tulle that the moonlight is so hazy, and in the Only in this moonlight world can it appear so quiet and simple.
?110. The moon hangs motionless in the sky, rounder and softer than any gold coin in the world. However, I don’t know when she put on a new orange coat, maybe it was specially prepared for me. In the middle of the moon, Chang'e was making sweet and delicious mooncakes alone, but she could only share this delicious food with me.
?111. In the picturesque moonlight, I saw mountains and rivers, the sea, Chang'e's graceful figure, and even the kind smiling face of the old man under the moon. The mountains and rivers are winding, the sea is turbulent, Chang'e is beautiful, and the old man under the moon is kind and loyal. I was rippling in the beautiful picture of moonlight and enjoying it.
?112. As traditional mooncakes are gradually replaced by snow-skin mooncakes, the Mid-Autumn Festival moon is gradually forgotten. Today, even if the moonlight no longer appears, we will still celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival as usual, don’t you think? 113. Raise your glass to the bright moon, and make three people in the shadow. When we are together, the moon is our faithful partner. Look up at the bright moon, lower your head and think, the moon is our deepest love. Who first sees the moon by the river, and when the moon first shines on people, the moon is our distant guess about the origin of human beings.
?114. The Nian Mingyue tonight is round and hanging in the sky, just like the moon on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival on the 15th day of the eighth lunar month. Several gray-white clouds surrounded her, like immortals dancing gracefully. The cemented moon covered the earth with silver-gray clothes. No matter how brilliant the sun was, it was not as clear as the moon.
?115. Hang the street lamp in the sky and steal the moon to you.
?116. I have counted three thousand six hundred and fifty-two moons. It never knows suffering. It pulls away a wisp of cloud and doesn't care about this messy human world.
?117. For whom does that crescent moon come? In the waiting without crying, it turns into the light of hope and illuminates the eternal expectation.
?118. It’s the Mid-Autumn Festival. Standing in the busy city of Causeway Bay, I unconsciously looked to the sky, looking for this fascinating star.
?119. Jiang Han misses his return guest, the world is full of corrupt scholars, the clouds in the sky are far away, and the moon is alone in the night forever
?120. The moon is always like this, like a The hands of love caress the earth every silent night, falling on everyone's body and every inch of skin, making people feel warm and cozy. Its gentleness makes people no longer feel cold in the cold night. Although it looks cold on the outside, it actually has a fiery temperature! Such brilliant moonlight is so close, using its fiery temperature to get close to us, making us ripple in its warm embrace, forcing people's cold hearts onto the warm bridge of love.