Looking at the moon

The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, looking up at the round moon, like your lovely smile. The big eyes flickering and flashing are hanging next to each other, which makes them more refined and lovable. The stars are boundless, shining brightly in the night, so beautiful, let me be silent with everything. Only silently admiring, as if the whisper of indelible is a kind of embarrassment.

Countless eyes converge on one focus - I saw you gradually drifting from the east to the west, sometimes shy veil covering, and sometimes daring to enjoy our attention, have been swimming to the west, full of leisure and leisure.

The breeze came, wrinkled the curtain, and brought a burst of celestial songs, like in the sky, and like the ear, awakening us in the dream. Shaking his intoxicated head, he couldn't help but mutter: "It's a beautiful view." In the past, your naughty only reveals a side face, which has made me look at my eyes. Now I am fortunate enough to be able to make a full-hearted, drunken life. ? Still have it?

In the courtyard, look up and continue to appreciate the bright moon, but you are not smirking, let me not know how to look at it, hands still mechanically handed into the mouth of the seductive moon cake. The feeling of "呸" eating like chewing wax made my stomach tumbling, but I was reluctant to throw it away. So I caught a silver yarn wrapped around the mooncakes, allowing the seductive aroma, ah - delicious on earth!

The clock kept turning, pointing at eleven o'clock. At this point, I want to sleep as soon as possible in the bed. That month seemed to want me to do so, gently tapping my hand through the window, my face, slowly, soft, let me sleep faster and sweeter.

When I woke up in the past, the sun was still smiling sweetly in my sleep; now when the sun rises slowly from the east, I still pouted on the bed, as if I was relishing last night, relishing the deliciousness of last night. A sunny and naughty jump to my face; naughty open my eyelids; then naughty run away. Looked out the window - the sun is already high. But the afterglow of the month is still there, in the arms, more like a heart.

Ah, the sun is visible every day, and the moon can be followed every day. Even the moon with beautiful beauty can still look up several times, but the last day I meet you, traces back to last year’s memories. Today, it is not to be found. I can only hope that when I am staring at the sky, you happen to squint in a hurry. At that moment, the mist stunned the line and smashed the whole world. I hate this feeling. Slowly close your eyes, slowly lower your head, slowly tighten your fists: "Friends, I miss you, really think." I hope, people will last forever, thousands of miles, a total of Juan."

Suqian Junior Middle School, Suyu County, Suqian, Jiangsu, China