Quiet night

The night is quiet and quiet. There is no wind in the silence. I like the quiet night. The night is quiet, the moon is fascinating, and the stars are obsessive. So I walked through the long path in the forest, looking for the smell of moonlight and the laughter of the stars to come to the open fields and sat down on a meadow. I looked up to appreciate this fascinating night. Looking up at the stars, the night sky is boundless, dark blue and dark blue, who is inadvertently dropped dark blue satin? And the naughty squinting stars, the pure and beautiful moon is the beauty that sprinkled the night sky. I don't understand how they came, but I know how to appreciate their beauty. The moon is soft, and the moonlight pours down like a stream of water, giving the earth a layer of silver frost. Staring at the moon, I couldn't bear to look away from the sight for a long time, and the white moon like jade seems to be ashamed. Hastily took a thin cloud, covering the beautiful face, everything became awkward. Such a cloudless moonlight, how many people stop to appreciate, how many people's delusions, how many poets' feelings? The moon bends, it is the moon in deep affection. The moon is so cute and so fascinating. The naughty and lively stars are scattered with a little bit of fluorescent light, flashing and shining, giving a sweet and soft smile. Suddenly, I don’t know if the star told a joke, and all the stars were ridiculed. Some of them smiled gracefully, some sneaked in their mouths, some laughed, and some half covered their lips. Listening carefully, it seems like a laughter. The stars may feel too funny, beating and rolling. Some stars probably couldn’t hold their inner excitement and joy, and quickly laughed and ran. accelerate! Sprint! It ran lightning, using the golden thread behind it to cut through the starry night sky, leaving a little flash of light, gradually integrated into the sky. I think this is the shooting star! I don't know if my thoughts are naive, but I like this bold and interesting idea. Looking at the warm and bright aperture around the stars, I remembered the sweet taste of the sugar ring. I thought it would be a happy feeling to bathe in the moonlight and taste the delicious wheat candy ring.

The moon, the stars add poetry to the sky. The moon is like a round jade plate, which is fascinating. And the dense cluster of stars that shine brightly, just like the spark of a waterfall splash. I am happy to share my feelings with the stars. I like to whisper with the moon. Stars, moon, if you are going to hold a fairy tale festival, can you let me participate?

Oh! Pure moon, bright stars, you tell me a pure fairy tale with lyric words...

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