The night sky outside the window is blue, blue, blue, sparse 'stars flashing a little cold light, oak seems to want to compare with the moon in the end who is bright. The moon is first a golden yellow, slowly through a lock of light smoke like white clouds, up, and then up. She wore a white gown, serene and tranquil, gentle and generous. Her jade disk-like face, hanging a gentle smile, quietly looking at the earth.
A few silver gray, thin clouds around her body, like a fairy dancing thin veil dance.
The moonlight like water quietly sprinkled to the earth, like who scattered a large handful of broken silver on the ground, everything on the ground are bathed in silver, shrouded in a layer of faint haze.
Ah, this is a dreamy beauty! The haze is mesmerizing.
The color of the moon is bright, the full moon in the sky. Looking at a full moon, I miss my mom, who is not around, and I can't help but sing the praises of "people have sorrows and joys, the moon has a clear and sunny and round and short, this accident is difficult to complete. But I wish people long, thousands of miles *** Cicada Juan." The first time I saw this, it was a very good thing that I was able to see it.