Lean down, pick up the crescent moon, and really feel it flowing between your fingers, smelling the body fragrance of nature. You are so cautious that you don’t even dare to put the "true beauty" on the tip of your tongue. If you spit it out, you might be shocked by the beauty that makes people dare not breathe.
Lean down and pick up the crescent moon, and the cool moonlight will flow through your fingers. It flows silently between your fingers, and your hand will suddenly Becoming an artist's hand, he played the beautiful "Moonlight Dance", skillfully spread the moon carefully cared for by the night god on the clean canvas, and carefully carved the most imaginable carving on the white marble. The face of the pure moon.
Lean down and pick up the crescent moon, and the faint moonlight will flow through your fingers. It will flow endlessly and will never end. Its endless sorrows are woven into the most poignant brocade in the world, covering your warm fingers, so your hands hold the sorrows of countless people in the world. "When the wild geese return, the moon is full on the west tower", "The moon is the brightness of my hometown", the lonely moon is not lonely, in addition to being accompanied by stars, there are also people with melancholy hearts who "make three shadows" with it. Thinking of the quiet moon, I don't know how warm I feel in my heart.
Lean down and pick up the crescent moon. The gentle moonlight will flow through your fingers. It gently envelops your hands. The faint milky white color condenses countless people. dream. With a gentle breath, the dreams dispersed and scattered all over the ground. They fell into the soil like Bo Gongying's soft umbrellas, took root, sprouted, and bloomed into colorful flowers. The life of dreams is conceived in the moonlight. It is as light as moonlight, but has a life that is hotter than the sun.
Lean down and pick up the crescent moon, the clear moonlight will flow through your fingers, and the smooth "water surface" will become a mirror, reflecting your innocent smiling face. In the mirror, there is not only you and your smile, but also the moon hanging in the sky and the moon's smile. A gust of wind blows, and there are layers of ripples on the "water surface". You are rippling, the moon is rippling, and the whole world is rippling. The surroundings are no longer as quiet as death in the moon palace. There is laughter secretly in the air. With the moon shining, the night is no longer lonely.
The Night God gently opened his black wings covered with stars, and lovingly let the soft moon hide under his plump feathers. The clear brilliance of the moon, like water, poured quietly. Come down and spread in every corner of the world.