Wind blowing moon shadow

Has the rain started again? I don't like the storm, I don't like the wild style, as if I want to ruin all my dreams and take everything away.

Going to the window, watching the thin raindrops gently invade the ground, the sky is dark, and the moon is afraid that it will not appear tonight. If this rain keeps going down, I think.

The wind gently came over, and some thin raindrops were on the face, cool and silky.

The rain did not know when it stopped, and the wind continued to blow.

The thick clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, revealing a little bit of stars, like diamonds sprinkled on dark blue satin.

The moon is not round, but it is beautiful, the clear light pours down without fail, and it is softly sprinkled on the busy streets of the city, and the opposite roof becomes a silver.

The moon is coming out, it’s good, I think.

The moonlight has been shining in front of my bed, and the cool breeze sneaks in, and the moonlight seems to be moving with the wind, so beautiful.

Moonlight is a kind of pure silver, I like it very much. The cool, gentle spread reminds me of sitting on the bamboo chair in my grandmother's house when I was a child. The breeze blows, I count the stars in the sky, the moon is beautiful. But the little stars are not eclipsed at all, the ear, the grandmother told me a beautiful story.

I really loved that time, the memories of the moonlight, the memories of childhood.

Looking at the bright night sky, listening to the sound of the quiet car, I couldn’t help but shed tears. My grandmother came in a hurry in my life, and I went in a hurry. I didn’t even have time to savor the “sweet” she brought me. I haven't had time to slowly recall the love she gave me. I hope she has a good life and a good life.

The wind blew gently, blowing the shadow of the moon. I leaned against the window and looked at the moonlight and smiled.

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