Under the moonlight

The blackness of the night is monotonous, but it is fascinating by the bright moon. The denseness of the stars highlights the great beauty of the moon. The symphony of the insects, showing that the bright moon is quiet and lovely. It is not like the summer sun, it is delicate and beautiful, releasing its own fiery heat. It has no arrogance in the sun, and it is burning. It is not as good as the sunset of the setting sun. It was only a round of the month, shrouded me, let me intoxicate and make me happy.

In front of the grandmother's house, the moon can be seen through the branches and leaves of the mother-in-law. I sat next to my grandmother and listened to her singing a little song, always interspersed with the chorus of the field frog. Under the moonlight, I snuggled up with my grandmother and slept exceptionally.

On the summer night, I got a temper-like temper, and the heat was hard to bear. My name is hard to sleep. There was a figure at the bedside, and the grandmother said, holding a fan to shake me gently. The moon outside the window was bright and bright, staring at the moonlight that enveloped me and my grandmother, and went to sleep. Such a dream is always sweet and happy.

When I was young, I had a quirk. I always loved to touch my grandmother’s ear and sleep. Sometimes it hurts her, but I can't change it. So at night the grandmother said mysteriously: the child who loves to touch the ear, the moon will cut down her fingers. Since then, I no longer see the grandmother's red ears. The moon also seems to keep its promise, not to cut my fingers.

The road in front of the grandmother’s house is not good enough. On the back of the grandmother, it is even more difficult. She lobbied me, the gravel of the road was afraid that I would slip on it. Under the moonlight, I am leaning on the back of my grandmother. The soft light is like the beam of magic. I can't feel the shaking of my grandmother. Very stable and very practical. The moon shines, and an old man is slowly moving forward, for fear of awakening the little man on her back.

The tree is awkward, the insects are singing, the stars are flashing, and the frog is called. The song in childhood, the night is ringing. A stable dream, happy and sweet under the moonlight.

The third day of Xiuwen 2 in Xiuwen County, Guizhou Province: Warm