How to write a composition in half a month?

Talking for half a month tonight, I can vaguely hear the laughter of tireless children downstairs, and suddenly think of the seesaw of childhood. You are at that end, I am at this end, there are laughter, crooked and intoxicated spring breeze, and dancing butterflies. Now, my childhood has grown old, and the growth I once longed for has quietly come under the care of my parents. After I had more freedom and a wider world, I saw it. Who can refuse the brush of time?

Tonight, in the half-moon bend, after shyly covering away most of the moonlight, the moon floats leisurely, floating in the sparkling night, where a faint weed spreads, a mottled wilderness, like a boat with a leaf that can't bear much worry. Once upon a time Full of enthusiasm for sailing straight to the sky and bridging the deep sea, the pride of riding across the grassland alone has been eroded by years and no longer exists. With more hesitation in a dilemma and more caution, I can only imagine the endless waves and winds blowing in the grassland to see the beautiful scenery of cattle and sheep in a rickety boat.

Tonight, the moon is half-curved, with faint clear waves, the wind walking hand in hand, dancing fireflies and dancing moths, so the night is pleasant. If there is any halo around the crescent moon, it is the faint drowsiness floating from scattered clouds, and the quiet phoenix tree under the moon, looking at your shadow and whispering acacia.

Tonight, half moon, bathing in the wind, thinking and doing.