★ The tired moon hid in the clouds to rest, leaving only a few stars as if on sentry duty. ★ The moon hangs diagonally in the sky, smiling, and the stars crowd the Milky Way, winking. ★ A full moon rose, like a bright light, high in the canopy. ★ The moon opened its eyes wide and looked amiably at the villages and fields, extremely like a polished copper disk. ★ The full moon gradually rises, and her silver-plate-like face reveals a soft smile. ★ The bright, clean-like full moon has been lifted into the sky by the blue mountains in the distance. ★ The moon, round, like a spinning wheel, spinning her romantic reverie. ★ The night, quiet, the jade disk-like full moon traveling through the clouds, the light moonlight spilling onto the earth. ★ A full apricot-yellow moon, quietly climbing out from the mountain's mouth, threw its reflection into the lake. ★ The full moon looks like a yellowish lantern, picked up in the sky from the eastern sky. ★ At night, the full moon rises, and a serenity pours over the earth with the silver misty moonlight. ★ The moon rose gradually, she was dressed in a white veil, serene and tranquil, gentle and generous. Her face, like a silver disk, smiles gently through the willow-tops. ★ The moon is like a new bride, just coming up from the eastern sky, and then shyly hiding in the leaves of the trees. ★ The moon is like a weather-beaten old man, combing the white flowers of the moonlight unhurriedly. ★ The moon is like a shy maiden, hiding in the clouds for a while, and then lifting the veil, revealing the delicate face, the whole world is dipped in the moonlight into a dreamy silver-gray color. ★ The moon is so bright that it illuminates the earth in a snowy green, and the trees, houses, and streets are like a layer of mercury. ★ Outside the door, in the western tip of the forest, the hanging epicyclic moon has turned into a slice of golden watermelon, no longer a curved eyebrow. ★ In the early morning, the waning moon is thrown across the sky like a pebble that has lost its luster. ★ A crescent moon seemed like a white pear blossom, opening serenely in the light blue sky. ★ The night sky was full of stars, and the moon looked like a fishing boat, as if it were sailing in a wide, silver-colored river. ★ The moon hung curved in the sky like a bow. ★ A hooked crescent moon rose from a distant forest, so white it looked like freshly refined silver. ★ A crescent moon stretched out from the dark peaks like a silver-beaten scythe. ★ A crescent moon rises like a jeweled banana embedded in the canopy, rippling with blue light. ★ A crescent moon is like a small boat with a pointed bow, rowing in the quiet lake late at night, sending me a piece of love. ★ A crescent moon hangs high in the ink-blue sky, clear as water, shining brightly on the earth. ★ The crescent moon is like a golden boat moored among the sparse branches. ★ Half of the moon hangs diagonally from the tip of an acacia tree, as if it were a petal of an orange. ★ The moon is as small as a hairpin and curved in a mesmerizing way. ★ A hazy moon is forestalling the cicada-like transparent clouds, shining with a silvery clear light. ★ A silver hook in the night sky, shedding infinite light. ★ The crescent moon is curved like the sweetly smiling mouths of the girls. ★ Below the crescent moon, above the willow tops, a pair of stars seem like the eyes of smiling fairies, teasing the crooked crescent moon and the lightly swinging willow branches. ★ The crooked crescent moon is like a shiny silver boat. ★ The crooked crescent moon outside the window is like the petals of a chrysanthemum open in the dark blue night sky. ★ The curved crescent moon was lively and lovely as a barracuda as it traveled through the thin clouds. ★ The crescent moon is like a girl's eyebrow, hanging curved in the pure air. ★ The moon rose, red and dizzy, like someone picking a big red lantern from the eastern horizon. ★ The moon rose, like a freshly dehydrated jade wheel on an icy plate, untainted by dust. ★ The moon girl rose up, as if she was quietly talking to the little stars around her. ★ A full moon is rising, the silvery moonlight reflects a few feathery light clouds, wonderful. ★ The rising moon hangs over the mountain tops, pale as a cloud but getting brighter every moment. ★ The moon went out to sea. In the moment it takes to the air, it seems to jump violently, covered in splashes of water, and lets the mercurial sea wash it away with extra brightness and cleanliness. ★ A ray of soft moonlight through the window, sprinkled on the window sill, the window sill as if plated with silver. ★ The moonlight, like a soft silver veil, hangs down from the window. ★ The moonlight passes through the shade of the trees and leaks down a glittering and shimmering piece of broken jade. ★ The fifteenth full moon is like a snowball, set on the ink-blue, ink-blue night sky, looking extraordinarily bright. ★ The cold moon hangs high above the branches, and the cold wind blows the bare branches of the trees, whistling. ★ The early winter moon, clear and cold, from the west cascades down the ice-like silver glow. ★ The moon finally rises into the cold, clear sky, white and crystalline. ★ The moon rose from the edge of the woods, letting out a cold light that made the snowy fields white and made it feel colder. The stars are like jewels in the sky, glittering with a brilliant silver light. ★ nightfall, the blue blue sky dotted with countless small stars, blinking, as if inviting people to the vast space to travel. ★ Without the moon, the stars twinkled like dewdrops on a large lotus leaf. I am very heartfelt answer, please add points
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