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In my mind, the moon not only changes all kinds of magnificent colors, but also resembles many beautiful things. When the moon is very round, it is like a jade plate, and the fairies in the sky are eating the big fairy peach on the plate. The moon was also like a colorful balloon, and there was a thread under the balloon, and I climbed up along with it, and the big moon balloon took me to the beach and enjoyed the beautiful sea view.

The moon is sometimes a crescent moon, and then I remembered a children's song when I was a child, which sang about the crescent moon: "The boat with the little moon bends, the boat that plays with the two ends, I sit on the small boat, and I only see the shining stars and the blue sky." "The crescent moon in the night sky is really like a small boat, how I want to fly to this golden boat, row the oars, and wander in the night sky.

The moon is like an ice wheel, like a sable cicada, like a jade mirror. Late at night, the moon hangs over the deep blue sky, bright and shining, especially charming. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown, you are a brilliant talent in the literary world of the Tang Dynasty; You are a poet immortal who is envied by everyone in the poetry circle through the ages, but as everyone knows, you have also been depressed and melancholy in your heart.

In a foreign country, you are alone, your career is bumpy, and your anger is difficult to express. That night, you didn't close the window, and let the moonlight enter the house like frost, which actually reminded you of your hometown. Yes, for many years, you have been adrift alone, and the full moon has been missing a few times.

Huan Hai is frustrated, and you wave away in style. Only the full moon still makes your heart sad.

The full moon is a painting, and the lack of a moon is a poem. How can life be smooth sailing, there are many poems that can be chanted, enough. On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the bright moon is in the sky, because you miss your relatives, but your heart is as sad as the lack of the moon.

You look at the moon, think of the heavenly palace, in the sadness, you are not more difficult than ordinary people to extricate themselves, but pinned on the hope of "I wish people a long time, thousands of miles together". Because of this, Su Shi, your "Water Tune Song Head" can be called a swan song for the ages! End; The moon is our home, and it is also our beautiful night.

If there was no moon in the sky, people would not be able to survive. So the moon is precious to each of us.

I love the moon, I love her purity, I love her eternity, I love her mystery.

The Mid-Autumn Festival has arrived. In order to watch the moonrise, I went out early in the evening and waited for the moonrise.

At this time, the sky gradually darkened, and the land was shrouded in a hazy night. The Moon Maiden quietly showed her round smiling face and looked down at the vast land. Villages, mountains, and fields are like a realistic jade carving, solemn and beautiful.

The small river that has been running for a day flows slowly in the bright moonlight. The evening breeze blows, sparkling, like countless small fish chasing and jumping on the surface of the water. There are many people on the beach by the river, relaxing and relaxing.

Even the singing, laughter, and speech are as soft and harmonious as the moon.

The moon was rising higher and higher, and had climbed to the top of the building. She looked down on the earth and sparkled the light. When the moon was in the sky, I narrowed my eyes, and I really saw the vague scene in the bright moon hanging high.

Is it a mountain? Is it water? Is it the sky?

Is it a cloud? Or my shadow?

Who first saw the moon on the riverside, and when did the river moon shine at the beginning of the year? "I'm not the first to see the moon, but one thing is certain: the moon's selflessness, the moon's silent devotion, and her sense of mystery that drives humanity to continue to explore. Perhaps, the black dots on the moon are mountains with treasures waiting to be explored.

Ah, the moon, you are a murmuring stream, always sending people the living water of emotion, you are the doting child of the literati of the ages, so that their words have been young and brilliant for thousands of years. You have accompanied mankind through a long time, vicissitudes of life, mountains and flatlands. Your rich experience, your beauty full of wind and frost, make the world always like facing a monk who has attained enlightenment - unattainable.

Your purity, eternity, and mystery will always be favored by the long river of time and space, and you will win the infinite affection and praise of the world.