When we got to the park, we saw some aunties and grannies dancing in the square. Whether they were aunties or grannies, each of them practiced and danced very seriously. The moonlight poured over each of them, and their sweat was pouring out, and the sweat seemed to tell everyone how serious they were. The little children in the park were playing together and having a good time. The moonlight sprinkled on his (her) body, his (her) happiness spread to the whole park.
We went to the paddy field, which was golden, the rice was about to ripen. From a distance, the rice field looked like a golden carpet. Nearby, the rice is like a small grain of small gold. The purple grapes in the field on the edge look like a crystal clear purple jewel. Oranges were playing hide-and-seek on the branches, and cabbages and peanuts were digging in the soil. The moonlight sprinkled in the orchard and vegetable field, which was like ferrying a silver carpet.
We walked on the embankment, the embankment on both sides of the rows of willows and rows of pine trees, the willows inside a small river. In the moonlight a breeze blew across my face, and the willow's hair danced with the breeze. The breeze blew across the creek, the water rippled on the surface of the creek, while the pine tree stood straight and motionless like a soldier.
I love walking in the moonlight.