Description of the fifteenth moon:
The night is low, the stars are dotted, a quiet mid-autumn moonlit night slowly opened the curtain. Look up, the stars in the sky, in the fall that long flowing skirt hidden, slightly closed eyes, gusts of wind whisked past, the heat of the day gradually dispersed, the pleasant autumn with a hint of freshness in the surrounding ripples open the eyes of the moment to open a surprise surged to the heart: a round of apricot-yellow moon, is hazy and quietly through the gauze-like thin floating clouds.
As if a young girl is gently lifting the veil, shyly stood in front of the crowd, but also with a petulant slowly, the moon became lively and mischievous, up a scurrying one, like in the jumping Latin dance steps, unknowingly, it jumped in the center of the canopy, became bright and bright, and at the same time, the earth like wrapped up in a silver dress. Fixed eyes, in the blue night sky, a star clustered around the moon, like clustered around a high on the princess look away, the round full moon, always give people endless beautiful fantasy.
That above, there is really Chang'e Jade Rabbit, Guanghan Qing Palace? On top of that, is there really an agaricus, white plums and osmanthus? Or, there are hundreds of craters, and uneven ground is thinking, a ray of gentle moonlight pouring down, in the sparkling water to form a beautiful reflection, through the mottled branches, the balcony is like a set of openwork of the silver veil, disorienting and dreamy, I was mesmerized.
Suddenly from the distant drift of a beautiful melody will be my "dream" "startled" wake up, I will look back to that round of the high hanging moon, the bottom of the heart set off a wave of ripples, and suddenly sentimental thoughts such as the reins of a wild horse, drifting further and further: the bright moon, must be flowing with a waterfall of water, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon. On the bright moon, must be flowing with the nostalgia; that bright moon, must be soaked with lovers obsessed with the moon, I was silent, as if it has been integrated into the soft, quiet sea of moonlight.