Grandma's warm hand pulls me, and I can smell her breath. We walked past the moonlit creek bank and stone arch bridge; Walking through the orchard surrounded by moonlight, walking through crops and vegetable fields ... I looked up at my grandmother and suddenly saw the beautiful moon holding those twinkling little stars, as if walking in the sky, walking, what a beautiful night! My grandma and I are walking on the moon!
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"To the Moon" is a poetic prose, which combines scenes and depicts a poetic, dreamlike and heavenly picture:
In the bright and soft moonlight, grandma took my hand and walked through the village head, path, stream and pond, vividly writing the harmonious beauty of the small pond and the moon. Every small pond has water and the reflection of the moon.
The reflection on the water is the moon held by every small pond, which is superficial and symbolic. Everyone has something precious to himself, and everyone is not a person with nothing.